Black Widow

Leaving United Construction Company, Harry smiled easily.

The feeling of using power to crush people was pretty great—especially against these self-righteous, high-ranking types.

Perhaps this was his darker side.

"Then who are you?" Harry walked to the roadside. He had noticed someone following him from the shadows long ago.

"Mr. Osborn truly is no ordinary man." The speaker was an elderly woman—and a fellow countrywoman from Harry's previous life, Madam Gao. "You may call me Madam Gao. I am Kingpin's drug supplier."

"Then, Madam Gao, what do you have to say?"

Harry was not at all surprised that Madam Gao was the first to betray Kingpin.

In fact, within Kingpin's criminal empire, the Hand and Harmony Society represented by Madam Gao was an extremely unusual group.

They were not a Gang in the true sense, but a highly organized group of ninja assassins devoted to expanding their influence in the shadows.

They possessed a special technique—or rather, a resource: Dragon Bone, said to have the power to bring the dead back to life. Using it, they had secretly formed unspeakable ties with many executives and influential figures. In Hell's Kitchen, Rand Corporation was one such organization under their control.

Through Kingpin's connections, Madam Gao ran the drug trade in Hell's Kitchen, using the money and influence it brought to search for the Dragon Bone rumored to be buried there.

Unfortunately for her, Harry had too many ways to deal with Kingpin, and the official forces involved were too extensive. This was pure brute-force suppression, an overwhelming strike from a higher level—even the military had been drawn in.

Just as Harry expected, Madam Gao had indeed come to surrender.

"...This evidence will become a sharp blade that destroys Kingpin's criminal empire, striking directly at his vital point." Madam Gao did not seem to enjoy speaking English, and she had an interpreter beside her. "So long as you let us go."

Harry smiled. Madam Gao was sensible enough not to make any request for Harry to help sell drugs.

But Harry had no interest in such underground dealings. The drug trade might be highly profitable, but it was not sustainable and would drain future potential. His plan was long-term development through the system.

He liked being a capitalist in Heaven. He did not like being some petty tyrant in Hell.

"Madam Gao, do you really think I'll let you go?" Harry spoke directly in Chinese. "Or do you think I'd be interested in your little operation?"

"I like an old saying: 'When the nest is overturned, how can any eggs remain intact?' Now that I have the chance to send you all to Hell, why would I let you off? Still, since you came to surrender, I'll give you some advice: run while you can. If you run too late, you'll be going to prison."

As for evidence... what a joke. Given the current situation, they could sentence Kingpin and his people to hundreds or even thousands of years in prison. Would Harry lack evidence?

"Madam Gao, if you and your people can give up your illegal businesses, I wouldn't mind letting you become small contractors in Hell's Kitchen. But do you even know how to operate legally? This is America, a modern democratic country governed by law, not some temple or feudal dynasty. I honestly wonder which dynasty they dug you out of."

In truth, Madam Gao really could be considered an antique dug out of some ancient dynasty. Because of the Dragon Bone, she had indeed lived far too long.

Ignoring Madam Gao's liver-colored expression, Harry left directly. Even if the Hand and Harmony Society intended to make a move against him, he was not afraid. He had long been eyeing the Dragon Bone.

After only a few steps, someone else emerged from the darkness. This time, it was a curvy redhead.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Natasha, the Black Widow.

"Wow... to meet such a breathtaking beauty on a night filled with blood and fire..." Harry took the initiative and approached her. "Need me to take you home, baby?"

"Of course. I'm just afraid you won't dare." The Black Widow was as seductive as expected, making Harry's heart itch.

Many senior transmigrators had kept their distance from the Black Widow, but if he really got the chance, Harry did want to give it a try...

Ahem. He was getting off track.

"So which side are you with, then? I need to know where to take you, don't I, my lady?"

"Strategic Enforcement and Logistics Division, domestic... ah, forget that damned name. Agent Natasha, from a mysterious organization." Halfway through, the sexy agent suddenly rolled her eyes, a sight that was positively refreshing.

"Opening your heart is the foundation of communication. You've already taken the first step, so why not be more honest?" Harry wrapped an arm around Natasha's waist, and the two walked down the empty street while buildings in the distance still burned.

"What do you want to know?" Harry was not entirely ignorant of the Black Widow or S.H.I.E.L.D. He had been busy all day and wanted to go home, but with an opportunity like this, he could stay busy a little longer.

"How did you get out of that building?" Natasha's hand likewise began to wander over him. "You seem stronger than you look."

Although they were acting intimately, Harry knew the Black Widow was most likely just trying to extract information.

That gradually killed Harry's interest. He could not wait to go home and have a candlelit dinner with Heli.

After several rounds of probing each other, Harry gradually lost interest in the Black Widow. He was no simp; he did not fall for playing hard to get.

"So, Agent, what do you want from me? I don't think cracking down on crime is worth any department coming to question me. The FBI wouldn't come after me either. I'm merely the sponsor of the Operation."

"Kingpin is a formidable man. He weighs over four hundred pounds, and more than ninety percent of it is muscle. Saying he can lift a small car is no joke. How did you walk out of there? Are you really Captain America?"

Sure enough, these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had probably been watching him for a long time. Before, he had merely been the owner and inventor of a tech company. It was not until he killed Bullseye that they became suspicious.

"And... we received reliable intelligence that you seem to have changed, Mr. Osborn." Natasha continued running her hands over Harry, leaving him somewhat speechless.

But reliable intelligence... where had they gotten reliable intelligence? It seemed his previous guess had been correct.

To directly sense a man's change in physical stamina, there were indeed ways other than fighting.

"Reliable intelligence, huh... why not keep questioning the source of your reliable intelligence?" Harry had no intention of admitting anything, but neither did he deny it.

Natasha looked thoughtful, though she still had something else to say.

"What do you intend to do with Kingpin? He's important. Even without him, a second Kingpin will appear."

Hearing that, Harry could not help laughing.

"That wasn't your opinion, was it?" Agents like Natasha generally neither needed nor would think about matters that way. "Tell me, why do you think a capitalist country needs a feudal dynasty-style Gang organization? To showcase your incompetence?"

After saying that, Harry's driver arrived. Harry had no intention of explaining further and signaled for the driver to leave quickly, leaving the man baffled.

Such a beautiful girl, and Harry was just leaving? He was not even going to invite her along to discuss a business deal?

Natasha was equally baffled, though not by what Harry had said.

This guy was just leaving me here? Why wasn't this anything like the intelligence said? Was I no match for those little girls?

Harry's answer remained the same: he was no simp, and he had no interest in being strung along.