Lux was dressed in light casual clothes, her smile as bright as sunshine, instantly breaking the frozen atmosphere in the Inventory.
Su Modie was indeed afraid that this psychotic loli would let herself go while alone outside and cause some sort of trouble. So, on the first day she summoned her, Su Modie specifically had Lux stay by this crazy girl's side around the clock, acting as her live-in nanny.
Su Modie's plan: big kid leading the little kid (
As for the results—
"Be good now, don't cause a scene."
Lux hugged Jinx's shoulders from behind, gently pressing down Jinx's arm that was holding the gun, and smoothly tucked that graffiti-covered pistol back into her own pocket.
Jinx, who had been like a Powder keg just a moment ago, actually didn't fly into a rage after having her weapon taken and being hugged like this.
She just curled her lips in displeasure and crossed her arms over her chest, still maintaining a cold, distant attitude, but she somehow seemed a bit more charmingly petulant: "I told you, I don't need helpers. I can put this junk together by myself."
"Them helping me will only slow me down."
"Oh, come on, there's strength in numbers!"
Lux didn't get angry; instead, she began to coax Jinx with soft whispers in her ear, her voice as sweet and gentle as if she were soothing her own hissing kitten: "They are actually very capable engineers, and..."
"Even if you feel you don't need them for work, just keep them around for entertainment and to make some new friends~"
"Make friends?"
Jinx's slender eyebrows shot up. She turned her head and, with a gaze full of disdain, looked up and down at the fifty-year-old man standing opposite her—Toomes, whose hairline had severely receded and whose forehead was shiny and bald.
Then, she pointed at herself and gave Lux a cold sneer.
"You want me to make friends with an old guy who barely has a few hairs left? Are you serious?"
Toomes, suddenly called out, scratched his head in bewilderment...
...
Okay, there really aren't many left, but where are your manners?
Pfft...
Being roasted so bluntly by Jinx, Lux couldn't hold it in either and laughed out loud. However, she quickly straightened her expression. Seeing that reasoning wasn't working, she decisively switched tactics—
Lux grabbed Jinx's arm, which was tattooed with blue clouds, and shook it gently.
She brought out the ultimate trump card she had learned from Su Modie—acting cute.
"Oh, my dear Powder, just take them along!"
"This is a task personally ordered by Big Sister. You wouldn't disobey our Big Sister's words, would you?"
Faced with Lux's shameless cute-acting tactics and the invocation of the "Su Modie" banner, Jinx, who responded to kindness but not force, was suddenly unable to hold her ground.
A suspicious hint of red actually appeared on that pale little face.
She irritably looked away, no longer meeting Lux's sparkling eyes, and finally had to let out a helpless sigh.
"Fine, fine, this is so annoying..."
Jinx waved her hand impatiently and glared fiercely at Toomes and the other two, warning them, "They can follow me, but remember—don't, touch, my, stuff! Or I'll chop off all your hands and feed them to the horses!"
Huffy
Hearing this, Lux turned her head playfully and winked at Fisk.
Fisk was so moved he almost shed tears of joy in his heart.
Lord Lux is simply an Angel on earth!
Toomes and the other two, who were standing behind breaking out in cold sweats, also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.
Although these two "Lords" didn't look normal in any way, at least...
This job that could save their families was now secure...
But... why feed them to horses?
Shouldn't it be feeding them to dogs?
Toomes and the others were a bit confused...
Confusion aside.
A few minutes later, when the three of them opened the non-disclosure agreement handed over by Fisk and saw the long string of dizzying zeros... all their doubts were instantly thrown to the back of their minds.
The three of them were immediately filled with respect, their backs straightening, and they no longer had any complaints.
Only Mason, after signing his name, still had a hint of aloofness in his eyes behind his glasses.
He was a mechanical genius.
He firmly believed that in the field of technology... even alien technology and heavy weaponry, he was definitely a top-tier expert, only held back by poverty and his environment.
Even Tony Stark wasn't as good as him!
In his eyes, Mayor Fisk, who was willing to spend a fortune to hire them, was his destined benefactor!
Mason had long wanted to stop working at the salvage company!
Since his benefactor appreciated him so much, why did that blue-haired brat just now put on such a high-and-mighty, stinky face towards him?
Why did she look down on them? Or rather, why did she look down on him?
Clearly, Mason, whose head was clouded by the massive annual salary, had no idea that the Mayor he saw as a benefactor was actually just a slightly higher-level employee. The one who had truly picked them was Su Modie.
What he knew even less was that the blue-haired crazy girl, who also came from a poor background, absolutely had the right to look down on him.
...
After signing the contract and pressing their thumbprints.
Toomes let out a long breath of turbid air.
As an honest man who had spent the first half of his life following the law, suddenly taking over this kind of shady arms business made his heart pound a bit. But when he thought of the overdue bill at home and the expectant eyes of his wife and daughter...
He gritted his teeth hard, casting aside those ridiculous moral bottom lines along with his pitiful pride.
Let's do it! Since I'm doing it, I'll make a name for myself!
Carrying their distinct thoughts, the three returned to the underground Inventory filled with Chitauri wreckage.
They walked to Jinx's workbench, which was piled high like a mountain of junk with various parts and blueprints.
As soon as they entered, they saw Jinx wearing an exaggerated pair of welding goggles, holding a welding torch that was emitting a piercing blue light, performing a violent modification on an alien core panel she had stripped from somewhere.
Goggles
Toomes swallowed carefully and stepped forward to flatter her:
"Lord Jinx... may I ask, is there anything we can help with?"
Zzz—
The sound of welding suddenly stopped.
Jinx impatiently pushed the goggles up onto her forehead and gave them a cold glance with her violet-red eyes.
She didn't even bother to say a word. She turned and rummaged through the mountain of parts on her workbench, then pulled out a few crumpled blueprints with edges stained with engine oil and unidentified colorful paint, and slapped them down in front of Toomes and the others with a "thud."
Mason originally had a fire of unrecognized talent burning in his heart.
Looking at those pieces of paper on the table that were no better than scrap, the disdain on his face almost overflowed.
Especially when he saw the contents of the blueprints—the crude, wild lines like a child's graffiti, the crooked annotations like chicken scratch, and the frenzied brushstrokes—he was completely dismissive at first, and even wanted to laugh.
This kind of gibberish dares to be called a weapon design?
Is this girl just playing house here?
However, out of an old mechanic's professional instinct, Mason still pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and patiently leaned in to take a couple of looks. But it was these few careless glances that made the contemptuous sneer on his face instantly freeze!
Wait...
That's not right...
No... what on earth is this crazy girl trying to build?
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