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Even though she said so, Miss Stark didn't see the expression of Excelsior on the other party's face.

This also means that her brilliant-sounding words are like playing the piano with a cow.

Miss Stark curled her lips, and clicked her tongue in disdain, a trace of contempt could not help but appear in her eyes.

"Hmm... You don't seem to like paying for others, a pure egoist."

"I understand your inner desire more and more now, Joey."

She pulled out a stack of A4 documents from behind as if by magic.

"It seems that you have rejected a 5000 million mansion and the right to be neighbors with other superheroes."

"So, Joey, how about my next proposal?"

When he knows he's said goodbye to a million-dollar mansion and the chance to be neighbors with other superheroes.

Joey Gutierrez is literally broken - why didn't you say so sooner.

Why don't you make it clear that the superhero's work is not free and has such great rewards.

In this way, at least I won't let such an opportunity slip away by my side in vain, will I?

At this moment, he had an awkward expression on his face, until Joey heard Miss Stark's last proposed position.

There was renewed hope on his face, and he waited intently for Miss Stark's words.

However, Miss Stark, who saw his expression, showed a tricky trick again.

"This is an offer from a disaster management company, which I personally signed."

"You can choose to join my company and work for me."

The focus of this choice is naturally private to private——

From the moment he signed, he was directly under Miss Stark.

The benefits he should have are the same as the salary, but what he has to do is more than others.

The main thing is that these two choices....if you can call them choices.

In any case, no matter how he chooses, the result will be the same.

Because Miss Stark is too lazy to find another Inhuman descendant to experiment with Mist Crystals for her.

Joey is a smart guy. After browsing the offer briefly, he sighed with a wry smile.

"There is no easy way. Do I have to choose to be that experimental subject?"

Although Miss Stark didn't say it clearly, Joey still noticed that the choices she gave herself seemed to be negotiable.

"Change always comes at a price."

Miss Stark shrugged, but the smile faded away.

"But don't you think it's too much to bet on the 50.00% chance of life and death just to change?"

"I didn't force you to accept death—"

"However, since you can't make up your mind, let me make up your mind for you."

She felt that she had said enough, so she simply pointed her right index finger on Joey's forehead.

The other party didn't seem to have the determination to change herself, and she felt that she had left him a lot of leeway.

However, since you have chosen to be ignorant of current affairs, don't blame her for using some special methods.

But this time, since you don't intend to make a choice, let me choose for you, just be obedient.

The index finger lightly tapped the other person's forehead, and a few strands of golden threads came out from her fingertips and penetrated into the other person's mind.

The existence of the Mind Stone itself is a means of cheating, and she didn't bother to use such an external force.

But if, when she really needs it, she will naturally not be relentless.

It's just that it's one thing to control people's hearts, but it's another thing to get a good subordinate.

Miss Stark never wanted a low-IQ puppet who only knew how to follow orders.

Therefore, most of the time, she is just imposing some hints deep in the other party's heart.

In terms of daily communication, Miss Stark just interacts with those people in a normal way.

Only in this way can she keep the controlled object in a way of obeying her.

Ordinary people who can also retain their sanity and communicate normally.

And this choice is also out of helplessness, after all, not all the guys around me are controlled.

For existences like Dr. Banner or Captain Rogers, she doesn't plan to attack them either.

But, having said that, it just depends on her own mood.

A few seconds later, when Joey's closed eyes opened again, the pupils had turned pale gold.

"Sorry, I was too cowardly to disappoint you, miss."

"It's nothing, I believe that you are no longer the guy you used to be."

Facing Joey's apology, Miss Stark just shrugged slightly.

"Go and apply for the resignation certificate tomorrow, and I will ask someone to arrange it for you."

"I need no more than a week to prepare for your awakening experiment, and I will notify you when the time comes."

She said, got up and put on her clothes, and walked towards the door.

What I have to do is over, as for the next thing, I still need to think carefully.

"Then I shall wait for news from you, miss."

Hearing the voice from behind, Miss Stark just waved her hands indifferently.

"...So, now that the matter here is settled, what should we do next?"

Leaning against the door of the supercar, Miss Stark decided to light a cigarette to calm down.

For the Inhuman race, the most important thing is the existence of the three prophets.

Joy's awakening work is only a rough experiment for the performance of artificial fog.

After the results of the experiment are confirmed, the matter between Daisy and Lena may need to be resolved by himself.

Except for the Inhuman race, the Extremis virus is linked to that woman Reina, so there is no need to worry.

Now, Nick Fury has contracted four of the most professional engineering teams from the disaster management and control company.

There are also special motorized vehicles for large-scale industrial use rented from Stark Industries.

I'm afraid that in the underground part of the Tricurved Wing Building, the hub base has already started the insight project.

I need to find a time to meet with that guy, Lang Muluo, and decide on the ownership of Hydra after the insight plan.

The new presidential election has begun, but the affairs of the Osborne and his sons are not important.

What really matters right now....

"Probably go to bed first, it's already late after all..."

Miss Stark yawned silently, and then directly teleported herself and the sports car back to the Stark Industrial Building.