Chapter 46

Watching Tony's frustrated look, Alvin was laughing his head off inside.

Even if he racked his brains, he probably couldn't think of the reason.

Why Tony Stark's invincible name card had suddenly lost its effect.

Actually, the reason was simple: the woman in the black dress wasn't a gala guest at all, but a senior agent of S. H. I. E. L. D., Natasha Romanoff, nicknamed Black Widow, a former Red Room agent!

As for why S. H. I. E. L. D.'s Black Widow had suddenly set her sights on him, Alvin could roughly guess one or two things.

And because of his appearance, Tony's Mark I armor hadn't been exposed yet, so S. H. I. E. L. D. having no ideas about Tony was also logical.

"You look very happy; can you share it with me? Alvin." Natasha pressed close to him, her red lips sending out a fragrant breeze, her eyes exuding a seductive charm.

That thin black dress couldn't hide that alluring figure at all.

Alvin only needed to glance sideways to see a hint of smooth, white skin hidden inside, with an amazing curve; it was simply too foul!

Must say, Widow's figure was truly top-notch; no wonder some people wanted to drink her bathwater. Which young man could handle that?

"Of course, I'd be happy to share my happiness with you~"

Alvin lowered his head and chuckled, not treating himself as an outsider at all, directly hugging Natasha's waist, gently pinching the soft flesh, and showing an impatient look: "How about we go to the room and chat, how's that?"

Anyway, it was a bargain delivered to his door; it would be a waste not to take it.

Then again, Black Widow was worthy of being a senior S. H. I. E. L. D. agent; although he didn't know what she was thinking, Alvin took full advantage, while she showed a shy expression on her face.

"Well, okay~ considering you're so handsome."

Natasha smiled, snuggling into Alvin's arms, two blushes flying onto her cheeks.

"Damn it!"

Tony, behind them, was so angry he almost threw his wine glass when he saw the two of them being all lovey-dovey!

He couldn't understand it; why would she choose a kid over someone handsome, dashing, romantic, talented, wealthy, mature, and steady?!

Where was Alvin better than him?

That kid, except for that face, was useless!

The unhappy Tony decided to be hedonistic in revenge tonight.

So, he set his sights on the group of models at the gala and straightened his back: "Tonight, I'm going to take on ten!"

Upstairs at the charity gala was the luxury hotel lounge area, specifically provided for gala guests to rest.

Of course, according to Alvin's understanding, the so-called charity gala was purely a place for men and women to exchange benefits and bodily fluids.

Alvin pretended to be eager, hugging Black Widow and heading toward the guest room.

As soon as he entered, he couldn't wait to show off his skills, but he didn't expect Black Widow to be nimble, gracefully dodging to the side, pursing her lips and smiling, giving Alvin a seductive wink: "Don't be so anxious, little handsome. The night is still long; how about... we have a few drinks first?"

Although seduction was a course Black Widow was proficient in as a spy and agent, she didn't intend to actually offer herself up.

Alvin knew exactly what she was thinking; everyone was just acting, so it depended on who could act better. So he went along with the flow, smiling as he turned to take a bottle of high-proof liquor from the room's wine cabinet, a globally limited Macallan whiskey: "Miss Natasha, I prefer strong liquor. What do you think of this one?"

Good, very good... Black Widow was secretly happy, not knowing that this action was exactly what she wanted.

She was just worrying about what excuse to use to get Alvin drunk, and he had delivered it to her door himself. She didn't expect this target to be so easy and simple!

Of course, Black Widow still declined a few times on the surface, blushing shyly as she accepted the proposal.

It wasn't bragging, but mere strong liquor wasn't even a problem for her to use as mouthwash!

Looking at Alvin's eager look, Black Widow sneered in her heart; I'll get you so drunk you won't know north from south in a moment.

And so, two people with their own ulterior motives began to drink.

After a few glasses of strong liquor, Alvin was floating, his face flushed with alcohol, looking like he was completely drunk: "I... I tell you, if it weren't for me, Tony would have died long ago!"

There's such a good thing?!

Black Widow was secretly happy, opening her big eyes and pretending to be admiring: "Really? Mr. Velsius, can you tell me how exactly you rescued Tony?"

"L-let's just start quickly!"

Alvin started to stutter, swaying as he went to hug Black Widow.

As a result, Black Widow dodged to the side, pulled out restraints from that black dress, tied him up tightly, and threw him on the bed.

"Huh? What are you doing? Hurry up and untie me!"

Alvin, who was firmly tied up, struggled "panicked."

"Stop struggling, you little pervert."

Natasha brought a chair over and sat on it, saying playfully: "These are restraints made of special materials; even a pulling force of tens of tons couldn't break them."

Must say, looking from this angle, Black Widow's figure was fully revealed; it was simply a feast for the eyes.

Especially that black dress with a high slit, wrapping around her round buttocks; Black Widow's slender right leg was gently crossed over the other, her entire waist arched into a graceful curve, and the base of her thigh exposed by the slit of the black dress could be seen with a hint of white skin, making one unable to help but let their imagination run wild.

"Are you, a person from the Ten Rings?"

Alvin "suddenly" calmed down.

"You don't need to know this."

Black Widow feigned mystery, neither admitting nor denying it.

In the interrogation course, the most important point was to create psychological pressure on the other party; the more panicked the interrogated person was, the more likely they were to get information!

"Now, I ask and you answer~"

Black Widow's hand suddenly had a small black baton.

This thing... where exactly was it hidden?!

That thin black dress didn't look like it had any place to hide this thing at all; could it be... hiss!

Alvin took a deep breath, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Black Widow again carried a hint of profound meaning.

Fortunately, she was a female agent; if it were a male agent, wouldn't he have to stuff it in his ass?

Terrible, too terrible!

"Kid, you seem to be thinking about something unhealthy."

Black Widow looked at the other's eyes and knew what he was thinking, her face turning livid as she held the stun baton: "It seems that if I don't give you a little taste of suffering, you won't be honest!"

Just then, Black Widow suddenly saw Alvin, who was tied up by the restraints, break free as if he were fine.

"Eh, why did you have to bump into this?" Alvin sighed with regret, shaking his head: "I thought my charm was really that great, but it turns out you're a spy?"

"You, how did you break free?"

Black Widow was dumbfounded; that thing could withstand a pulling force of tens of tons, and it just broke like that?

"Now, it's your turn, Miss Natasha~"

Alvin smiled, hooked his finger, and instantly bound her in place.

Then, he methodically took out the hemp rope used by the rich from the cabinet and gave Black Widow a classic Japanese-style bondage.

Immediately after, Black Widow was suspended from the ring directly above the ceiling, her hands and legs tied behind her back, her entire lumbar spine arched outward, looking like a fish being arched.

Hmm, not bad... Alvin admired his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction.

As for Black Widow, she wanted to curse, but unfortunately, she couldn't speak, so she could only glare at Alvin with her eyes. In those beautiful eyes, it was as if fire was about to spray out; she wanted to kill this bastard who had tied her up like an actress in an AV!

Ding-a-ling~

Suddenly, the landline in the living room rang. Alvin's lips curled up; if he guessed correctly, it should be that group from S. H. I. E. L. D.

It wasn't in vain that he had specifically performed a scene; they had finally taken the bait.

He picked up the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Velsius."

A very magnetic male voice came from the phone: "Let me introduce myself, we are the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division..."

"Can't understand, I'm a foreigner."

Alvin directly interrupted the other's spellcasting, crossing his legs: "Skip it, get straight to the point."

"Alright, it's like this, Mr. Velsius." The person on the phone was a bit helpless and said: "We are S. H. I. E. L. D., specifically serving the World Security Council, used to handle various crises that may threaten America and the whole world, and the one you... cough cough, hung up, is actually our agent."

"You say she's yours, so she's yours?"

Alvin sneered, looking at Black Widow hanging from the ceiling: "Fine, don't say I didn't give you a chance. One hundred million dollars, transferred to my account within half an hour, and I'll pretend this never happened. Otherwise... wait for your agent to appear on a yellow website tomorrow!"

S. H. I. E. L. D.'s sexy female agent, secretly infiltrating for investigation, tragically... it must be very worth watching!