Chapter 042: The Little Master

"Ah, he ran away."

Coulson watched the Iron Monger, who had gotten up from the ground, dash headlong in the opposite direction from where he stood, and couldn't help but let out that exclamation.

Just moments ago, he had been on the brink of life and death, and just now, he had faced a nearly fatal crisis.

But now, the other party was fleeing in panic without looking back.

Seeing the Iron Monger's back, it was like a mouse encountering a cat.

This made Coulson deeply realize how terrifying Wang Bo was.

The Iron Monger's performance was beyond doubt; Coulson had gained a profound understanding of that while fleeing for his life just now. An ordinary person could never be a match for the Iron Monger.

Even a fully armed military force, without heavy firepower like missiles or rocket launchers, would be no different from cannon fodder before the Iron Monger.

Yet, such an arrogant being was effortlessly pinned down and ground into the dirt by Wang Bo.

Obadiah was so frightened that he lost his nerve and started running.

From this, one could see just how terrifying the Wang Bo sitting behind him really was.

Coulson forced a smile and said, "Letting that guy get away isn't good, is it, Mr. Hammer?"

Wang Bo looked at him in surprise, understanding Coulson's thoughts. "You want me to stop Obadiah."

"If Mr. Hammer doesn't mind." Coulson said cautiously. Dealing with such an unfathomable person required extreme care.

"Alright." Wang Bo didn't refuse. In his view, stopping Obadiah was just a simple task. So he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

With a crisp snap, the Iron Monger running in the distance suddenly lost control and crashed face-first into the ground. The powerful inertia caused it to slide across the ground, sparks flying, for over ten meters before slamming into a large tree and stopping.

The reason the Iron Monger lost control was that Wang Bo used magic to teleport its pilot, Obadiah, directly in front of the car.

Obadiah, still in a running posture, stared blankly at the battered car before him, completely bewildered.

What the hell was going on?

Coulson reacted first, pushed open the door, got out of the car, drew his sidearm, and aimed at Obadiah.

"Now, please raise your hands, Obadiah." Coulson shook his hand and said with a smile, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee my gun won't accidentally go off."

Obadiah looked at Coulson, then back at the Iron Monger crashed into the tree trunk, and silently raised his hands.

Tony Stark looked at Obadiah with a complex expression but ultimately said nothing.

Seeing that the situation was under Coulson's control, Wang Bo got out of the car with his maid Roberta and retrieved the Iron Monger.

Coulson saw this and quickly said, "Mr. Hammer, what are you doing?"

Wang Bo said, "Isn't it obvious? I'm collecting spoils of war."

Coulson: ...

Although he wanted to remind Wang Bo that such an important item should be handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D. for safekeeping, the moment he thought of Wang Bo's strength, he found his mouth glued shut, unable to open it.

No, the pressure was too great. Coulson couldn't help thinking. Ever since witnessing Wang Bo's power, he always felt inferior to Wang Bo.

Tony Stark glanced disdainfully at the Iron Monger and said, "What's the point of collecting such junk? If you like, I can customize a suit of Iron Man armor for you, the latest model, guaranteed to satisfy you."

"No need, this junk will do." Wang Bo collected the Iron Monger just to fool Hydra, not because he genuinely wanted a suit of armor.

After all, such armor was useless to Wang Bo.

Whether in practicality or combat capability, it was far inferior to Wang Bo himself.

Tony Stark wasn't stupid; he immediately understood that his Iron Man armor seemed to be looked down upon. This made him a bit indignant, but considering that the other party was his savior, Tony Stark didn't say anything excessive. Instead, he resolved to create a suit of armor that would astonish Wang Bo.

When that time came, he would show off in front of this guy and vent his frustration.

After putting the Iron Monger into his fourth-dimensional pocket, Wang Bo said goodbye to Tony and Coulson and returned to his villa with Roberta.

"Now, what have you decided, Roberta?" Wang Bo asked the maid again. "Do you want to become my personal maid and work for me?"

Roberta was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "The little master."

"Little master?"

"As long as you can rescue the little master, I will pledge my loyalty to you. I swear, I will definitely pledge my loyalty to you." The usually expressionless Roberta became extremely agitated, her eyes full of pleading.

Wang Bo was taken aback. "Little master? You have a little master? Where is your little master?"

"Hydra." Roberta said.

"Hydra captured your little master?" Wang Bo suddenly understood something.

Roberta nodded.

Wang Bo had initially thought Roberta was a Hydra agent, but now it seemed there might be some misunderstanding. "Can you tell me what exactly happened?"

Roberta nodded without hesitation.

It turned out that Roberta's real name was not Roberta but Rosalita Cisneros.

She was originally a fighter for FARC and had received training in Cuba, including assassination and combat techniques.

During her service with the organization, she killed countless people, including women and children, accurately executing every mission and relentlessly pursuing her targets, earning her the nickname "The Hound of Florencia."

All along, she had been deceived by the organization, believing that everything she did was for justice.

But later, she accidentally discovered that everything she had done was not for justice; she had been tricked into protecting a drug lord's drug base.

Knowing the truth, she decided to leave the original organization, but her organization naturally would not allow her to leave freely and thus pursued her.

With no other choice, Roberta hid in the home of her father's friend, Diego José San Fernando de la Blesa.

During this time, she was deeply moved by his selfless help and eventually stayed in the manor as a maid, starting a new life.

Because the master, Diego José San Fernando de la Blesa, was very upright and refused to cooperate with the mafia to use the farm for growing drugs, the little master, Gracia, was kidnapped and sent to the Thai town of Roanapur.

To repay the master's life-saving kindness and her care for the little master, she went alone to that dangerous town.