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Wanda could confirm that Tony had not knowingly pushed the war forward to profit from it, because he had no need to do so. This playboy was an undeniable genius, far ahead of others in multiple fields and involved in many branches of knowledge.

As long as he wanted, even without the military industry, he could still make Stark Industries stronger and larger through his knowledge alone.

In the field of artificial intelligence alone, as well as clean energy, he stood at the top of the world. Both could lead to countless profitable projects, and purely in terms of profit, they might even surpass weapons sales.

The advantage of the arms industry was that Stark Industries had worked with the U.S. government and military since World War II, during the time of Tony's father, Howard Stark.

They provided benefits and orders directly to the U.S. Department of Defense, earning America's money.

That kind of money was stable—extremely stable. As long as Tony kept developing weapons just a little ahead of the world, he could earn a massive fixed profit from the Department of Defense every year.

And that profit would continue to grow with time.

For a corporate group, a stable and steadily increasing annual profit meant the company had a powerful foundation. As long as no major accident occurred, it would not collapse or suffer heavy swings from things like the financial market or changes in the world order.

On the contrary, even if war came, the stock of an arms company would only rise against the wind.

At the same time, because its orders were tied to the Department of Defense, anyone who wanted to trip up Stark Industries would have to consider the military first.

If it affected the Department of Defense, would the military tolerate it?

If someone wanted to audit the military's accounts, the military could openly make that special envoy drop dead within minutes.

It was the same as Tony having a massive backer behind him—the military.

So the real money-making projects of Stark Industries were not actually the weapons. The weapons ensured Stark Industries' lower limit and served as its shield, while another part of Stark Group's profits came from other fields.

In short, after "seeing" Tony Stark's memories, Wanda hesitated. She clearly separated love and hate, and Tony was ultimately not one of the people who had driven Sokovia into war.

On the contrary, he really was not evil. After learning some of what had happened in Sokovia, he had felt guilt and even donated money to charity.

Thinking of this, Wanda made her decision.

"Be grateful that you still retain a conscience, Tony Stark."

She gave Tony one deep look, then turned and walked toward the balcony. Pietro held both hands behind his head, his expression complicated. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he closed his mouth and followed Wanda.

Under Tony's surprised and unexpected gaze, the twins stepped into a sparking circle that appeared out of thin air at the balcony.

The sparking circle vanished, and the twins disappeared with it.

Tony stared for a long while, then lowered his head and glanced at the floor beside him, which had returned to normal. He staggered over to the bar and poured himself another glass of whiskey. Only after taking a large gulp did he speak in a dry voice.

"Jarvis, did you record it?"

"Would you like me to analyze it, Mr. Stark?"

"No. Seal all the data from tonight and alter Obie's travel records…"

Tony's voice paused, as if he had thought of something.

Then he changed his words. "Jarvis, do you think those two young ones came from Terra?"

"I believe so, sir."

"Very good. From Terra... Now we're in trouble," Tony rubbed his temples. "Looks like this matter might not be coverable anymore."

He had realized the hidden danger in this incident—a danger aimed at both himself and Stark Industries.

From Wanda's tone, Tony could tell that everyone involved would probably die. If that many people died, and the ones doing it were from Terra, it would cause a major stir.

It seemed splitting up Stark Industries was now unavoidable.

"Looks like I'm going to lose a lot of money real soon," Tony said, but despite his words, a smile appeared on his face—one full of confidence.

Even if the weapons division was shut down and the company lost its largest stable source of profit, that would only be a short-term impact. Tony believed that with his mind, he could bring Stark Industries back to the top.

At the same time, the scandal being exposed might not be a bad thing.

Obie, the board, and the other shareholders would either be killed or investigated next. Tony could use this chance to take back part of the company's shares.

Just as Tony said, a storm of death swept in that night.

And the ones who created that storm were Wanda and Pietro.

Wanda possessed Chaos Magic, and together with the magic she had learned, she had already developed the ability to read memories. In the original timeline, even before she had ever come into contact with magic, she could read other people's memories.

That was also the terrifying nature of Chaos Magic.

After Wanda read Obadiah's memories, she remembered every name on the list of the military-industrial interest group that had used him as its core to push wars around the world.

That night, she and Pietro became reapers and began their harvest.

Everyone who had pushed those wars forward had to die.

No one could stop them.

The targets included board members of Stark Industries, Justin Hammer of Hammer Industries—the second-largest arms dealer in America—as well as the U.S. Department of Defense and the military-industrial bureaucracy.

These people were generals, senators, and arms-lobby groups.

All of them were hidden beneficiaries behind the wars.

Tonight, they would meet their end.

Simply put, Wanda and Pietro—the twins—went on a killing spree.

…

By the time Matthew saw Wanda and Pietro again the next morning, he could clearly "see" the bloody aura coming from the twins.

It was almost overflowing.

If ordinary people saw them, they would feel a chill run through them. The timid might even be frightened unconscious.

Matthew had already learned about the twins' great feat last night through the artificial intelligence Veronica.

Three hundred and eighteen people.

From financial directors, weapons-division heads, legal officers, board members, production managers, and sales supervisors in the two major military-industrial groups, to generals in the Defense Department's procurement office, project directors, and civilian bureaucrats.

There were also members of Congress who served as their protective umbrellas.

Top lobbyists in the military industry who specialized in opening doors at the Pentagon and Congress, Wall Street investment banks, hedge fund managers, and more.

All the large and small beneficiaries involved in driving the Sokovian war—over three hundred people—were wiped out overnight by Wanda and Pietro.

In terms of ruthlessness, it was ruthless enough. More than three hundred lives were taken without hesitation, and every one of their souls was dragged into hell.

But it was also not ruthless enough. For example, Wanda and Pietro never laid a finger on their families.

Could that be called revenge?

Matthew was satisfied, yet also carried a faint trace of dissatisfaction.

He was very pleased that Wanda and Pietro were still kind at their core, but dissatisfied that they had still failed to fully carry out his idea in this area.

Better treatment for good people. Worse treatment for evil ones.

Since they were beneficiaries, shouldn't the wives, children, and friends who directly benefited from them all be wiped out too?

Westerners really could not compare to his ancestors.

Does it count as revenge if you do not even scramble the egg yolk?

So Matthew gave Wanda and Pietro a harsh scolding straight to their faces. By the time the twins were almost shutting down from it, he kicked them back to the Siberian plain base.

He knew these two youngsters were still not mature enough, so he informed Needy and Mordo, asking Needy to deepen the twins' understanding and values. Then he had Veronica notify Chevat, the Grey Knights battle-brother.

"Veronica, tell Chevat to kill everyone who should be killed. Leave no one."

That order made the number of deaths from the night before multiply several times over.

Before long, inside the President's Office at the White House, the President, the Vice President, and a group of high-ranking military officials gathered in a heavy atmosphere. Every one of them carried fear they could not hide, their hands trembling as they flipped through the files.

Name after name, photo after photo from the scenes—it made the faces of these powerful figures turn pale.

After a long while, the President sat in his chair, took off his glasses, and placed them on the table. He looked at the high-ranking officials before him with a bitter expression.

"Gentlemen, let me hear your thoughts."

His gaze swept across them one by one, but everyone avoided his eyes.

What a joke. In one night, more than three hundred powerful and influential people had vanished without a trace—not even bodies were left behind.

According to the surveillance footage left at the scenes, it had been done by a very young pair of twins.

The most terrifying one was the young girl. With a casual gesture, the ground split open, crimson flames surged out, and countless ghostly claws dragged people inside before the floor returned to normal.

The surveillance footage had not been deleted.

It was as if it had been deliberately left behind for all of them to see.

As for the wives and children of those people, their bodies had been left at the scenes. There was no fear, no grief, and no wounds.

It was fucking terrifying.

Who would not be afraid after seeing that?

Seeing their silence, the President could only speak first. "Has there been any investigation into the identities of the perpetrators?"

"We must handle the cleanup immediately, and at the same time, we need to clarify the truth of the matter."

Noticeably, no one brought up capturing the perpetrators.

Everyone in the office was sharp. Leaving aside everything else, just from the young girl's ability in the surveillance footage, and the fact that the killers had accurately found the homes of every dead person in one night, they knew this was not ordinary.

Many of the dead had not even been in the same city. Some were in Washington, some in New York, and some in Los Angeles, separated by dozens or even hundreds of kilometers.

This was not something ordinary people could do.

The first name that appeared in almost everyone's mind was Terra.

Whether Terra had done it or not, they still had to investigate carefully.

Otherwise, if they launched a grand investigation to arrest the killers and the trail ended up pointing to Terra, things would become awkward.

Were they supposed to act like before—arrive with guns and cannons and shout for the door to be opened?

They did not want to die.

Nor did they want someone to come knocking one day and leave not even their bodies behind.

"Also, mobilize resources first and reduce the impact of this incident as much as possible."

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