"Ms. Romanoff, are you saying Captain America explicitly refused our call-up?"
A white man around fifty with slicked-back hair stood before the window, admiring the prosperous, vibrant nightscape outside. Without turning his head, he asked the question.
As the Human Federation's resident director in the massive Cyberpunk City on the Ninth Layer of Baator, his status and authority were clearly far above Black Widow's.
To be precise, every move the Human Federation made here required his approval. He was basically the equivalent of a colonial governor during the Age of Discovery.
This arrangement existed entirely because the last major crisis caused by the financial stock operators below had frightened them badly. They were terrified that something similar might happen again.
After all, the schemes and supernatural powers here were nothing Earth could compare to.
Not only did many beings from other worlds possess all manner of Spell-like Abilities, including Telepathy and shapeshifting, but high-level and legendary Wizards were everywhere as well.
In such a perilous environment, if they did not tighten management and keep every danger outside, it would not take long for the inside to be riddled with infiltrators.
In fact, it had already been infiltrated quite severely.
It was just that most of those infiltrators were Devils loyal to Raymond, the lord of the Ninth Layer, and Tieflings with Infernal Heritage.
By completely surrendering to the powerful backer behind them, the Human Federation had successfully avoided infiltration and even control by other forces.
It was like installing the most technically capable rogue program on a computer and letting it take total control of the system. That way, there was naturally no need to fear other rogue programs.
Because that big rogue program would protect you, keeping all the smaller ones out or cleaning them up.
Of course, this