"Defeat to get ?"
Vincent Hall looked at Psylocke with a playful smile.
Psylocke returned his gaze provocatively.
Vincent was satisfied with her beauty, sothing Psylocke took pride in.
Likewise, Psylocke had a favorable impression of this handso young man.
Sotis, good looks equaled justice.
If he were an old, ugly man, Psylocke would be the toughest swordswoman in the world, making him taste her blade.
But Vincent was different.
He was genuinely handso.
And he radiated a masculine charm that could intoxicate any woman.
No woman would hate a man like Vincent.
n were lustful.
Won were even more so.
But Psylocke wasn't cheap.
Just his reputation alone wasn't enough to make her kneel.
Keep dreaming!!!
"As long as you defeat , I will imdiately join Oscorp and beco your most loyal knight."
Psylocke felt a trance, as if she were back in the days with Apocalypse.
That was a dream where she stood at the pinnacle of mutantkind.
It was from then on that she shed the role of a re intelligence thug and leaped to beco one of the top mutants in the world.
"Psylocke, I can feel the surging battle intent in your heart. But are you sure? Once defeated, will you leave the Knights of the Round Table? British Intelligence? The Royal Guard?"
Vincent seed to see through her.
But Psylocke knew he hadn't used his telepathy to invade her mind.
She hated people peeping at her mories.
It felt more violating and shaful than soone entering her body.
"Joining those organizations just gave a temporary foothold. I did well in England all these years, but you know... facing those fat, mortal officials, all I wanted to do was take Excalibur and chop their heads off."
Psylocke softly described her psychological journey.
Being Captain Britain was just a shackle.
Perhaps she found a way to escape her past life.
Survival was always Psylocke's motto.
Only by surviving could one have future opportunities.
Once dead, everything vanishes.
"Psylocke, you are interesting. I like your character. If you really want to challenge , I accept."
Vincent didn't even stand up. He seed welded to the sofa.
Psylocke's gaze sharpened.
Excalibur flashed like lightning, the blade glowing with purple-red energy.
Vincent's hand frosted over. The mont Excalibur reached his face, he caught the blade with two fingers—Spirit Rhinoceros Finger.
Psylocke stepped forward, stomping on the coffee table, pressing down with both hands.
But Vincent's fingers held the blade immovable.
"Elizabeth, you are strong. An outstanding warrior. But coincidentally, both my speed and strength are above yours. You can't touch my boundary yet."
Vincent whispered.
Psylocke ford a psychic knife with her other hand, stabbing at Vincent's chest.
Vincent didn't dodge.
Ding~~
The purple-red energy blade shattered.
Psylocke was horrified.
Vincent flicked his finger, sending Excalibur flying.
"This is an enchanted sword. Unique tal. A good treasure. I have reason to believe this is the real Sword in the Stone."
The sword clattered away.
Psylocke looked at Vincent in shock.
The Ice Demon was known for his freezing power.
And his heat vision that shocked the world.
But Psylocke saw a body of steel and bottomless strength.
Invulnerable.
Possessing so many top-tier powers.
He was equal to, or even surpassed, Apocalypse.
Apocalypse was the closest thing to a god she had t.
But the Ice Demon before her was a god.
Psylocke knew Excalibur's sharpness.
Her psychic weapons could cut steel and aircraft carriers.
Even a Man of Steel should be cut.
But this scene utterly forced the proud Psylocke to submit to Vincent's power.
She was loyal only to the strong.
Just like Apocalypse recruited her with a few words.
Now, Vincent was her new mountain.
As she told Raven, those words were sincere.
The Cure had changed the mutant landscape.
Psylocke knelt on one knee, bowing her head. "Boss, from now on, Psylocke is yours."
Vincent stroked her silky black hair. "I won't change you too much. If you want to keep being Captain Britain, continue. The British governnt still has global influence. Your position can bring convenience to Oscorp."
Psylocke looked up in surprise. "Will that conflict with your interests? What if there's a conflict?"
"No, no, no. Psylocke, cooperation is win-win. I can satisfy so of England's conditions. And you tell them directly: You traded your body for these benefits, so England must compensate you more."
Vincent grinned brilliantly.
"Boss, I feel like you're helping seek benefits."
Psylocke stood up, smiling foxily.
Vincent grabbed her smooth chin, toying with it. "I never mistreat my won. To , money and tech are external. Only a beauty's heart is a treasure I want to hold in my palm forever. Oh, damn, I shouldn't describe you as an object. That's disrespectful."
Psylocke relaxed completely.
"It doesn't matter. I just hope one thing: You must always be stronger than . If you beco weak, I will rcilessly stab my sword into your heart, end your life, and leave gracefully."
Psylocke licked her dry lips.
Her seductive posture stirred Vincent's appetite.
"Hahaha! It would be my honor to die by a beauty's hand. But Elizabeth... that's a mission approaching infinite impossibility."
Vincent liked this kind of woman.
Psylocke becoming stronger than him? Not in the next life.
Unless she got the Heart of the Universe.
But how?
Even with the Infinity Stones, she might only manage a mutual kill.
Speaking of Infinity Stones.
Vincent decided to keep one Stone forever.
Prevent anyone from gathering all six.
Thanos should be plotting for Earth's Stones now.
"Completing the impossible mission is the greatest challenge," Psylocke said proudly.
"I will do my best to help you grow. And I'll give you a chance to challenge every year. But if you lose... you obey everything I say for that year."
Vincent pulled her into his arms.
"As you wish, my Demon Lord."
Psylocke smiled even more seductively.
"Go. Let Raven settle you in. Tonight... shave everything, wash up, and wait for !"
Psylocke rolled her eyes at him and left the office, swaying her hips with infinite charm.
She took Excalibur too.
Vincent bought many properties near Central Park.
Psylocke was placed opposite Domino.
Sandi led her there.
Raven sat in Vincent's lap.
"I sll a scent on you. Hmm... slls like Natasha's body fragrance. Seems my beloved Boss not only destroyed the competition in Siberia but also played a round of reconciliation."
Raven, in her natural blue skin, felt incredibly smooth. Vincent couldn't get enough of her exotic beauty.
"The gene fusion path is correct. Peter fused three serums. He easily killed Connors. I fought him. Triple Fusion is a massive upgrade over Double."
Vincent beca serious. "No data from the lab can leak. Also, all comrcial serums must be diluted."
Raven nodded. "Naturally. We must protect our wealth."
Her eyes glead.
Managing Oscorp made her realize why the Military chased her before.
Through her blood, they found the Mimic Gene trait.
It ant Raven could simulate gene powers.
Without the serum, she could mimic the cells of a Super Soldier and gain their energy.
"Raven, lucky I have you. Or Oscorp would be chaos."
Vincent looked at her affectionately.
"Enough. Your beauty awaits. Psylocke is dangerous. Be careful she doesn't snip you while you sleep."
Raven raised an eyebrow, looking expectant.
"This is your 'beloved' tool. Once Psylocke tastes it, she won't bear to hurt it. As for you, Raven, could you bear it?"
Raven slapped his chest lightly.
"Of course not."
SHIELD Helicarrier.
"Barton. Natasha has been rescued."
Nick Fury looked at Natasha's ssage and stopped Hawkeye, who was organizing a strike team.
"Understood, sir."
Barton smiled with relief.
"How is Dr. Banner's ntal state?"
Fury was concerned about Bruce.
"Back to work. Focus is high. That's all I can do. He's dangerous. The Other Guy is hard to control," Barton said helplessly.
Bringing Bruce back took imnse effort.
Hulk almost tore him apart.
But Barton played tactics, not strength.
"The Cure is a good reference for Bruce. Pity the Hydra base data was destroyed. Natasha got nothing."
Fury thought of Vincent.
Oscorp was now the focus of the world.
If not for Vincent's thunderous thods, even SHIELD couldn't stop the wolves from tearing Oscorp apart.
If Vincent had to act again, he'd be passive.
The powers behind the scenes would push him to be humanity's enemy.
That was a dangerous signal.
"We're just glad Natasha is back alive."
Barton smiled. Natasha was his best friend.
"By the way, Tony prepared the Avengers Base. In Los Angeles. Far from the Ice Demon's sight."
Fury told Barton the plan.
Barton was now an Avenger.
"I hope to see the full assembly. Did you convince Cap?" Barton asked.
Steve Rogers took a long ti to adapt to the modern world.
"Peggy talked to him. But you know... Cap missed a lifelong promise. Peggy is leaving soon. Steve will likely return to SHIELD."
Fury sighed ntioning Peggy Carter.
A legendary agent. Founder.
She deserved respect.
Her persuasion would bring Cap into the fold.
"Also, I found SHIELD agents monitoring during this mission. You know Hydra has infiltrated us. Sir, should the Avengers' first battle be against Hydra?"
Barton knew Fury's stress.
Half of it ca from New York.
"I have a plan. Pretend you don't know. But when we strike... Hydra will be purged from SHIELD. I'll kill those bastards."
Fury looked agitated.
Hydra's rot was deep. Even he felt despair once.
But soone had to lead.
"Captain Britain Psylocke arrived in New York. She joined Oscorp!"
Fury said suddenly.
Barton was speechless.
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