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“I’m quitting too.” Tony leaned back in his chair, turning the tablet in his hand, looking tired.

“I created Ultron and almost messed up the world again. Pepper is right, I need a long vacation, a real vacation.”

He looked at Steve, a rare hint of sincerity in his eyes, "Captain, I'm leaving this to you. You're more suited to lead them than I am."

Steve nodded solemnly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present: "I will train a new team with Natasha."

His gaze lingered on Wanda and Vision for a few more seconds.

These two newcomers, possessing world-destroying power, will be the core of the new Avengers.

One possesses the Mind Stone, the other wields chaos magic. They are powerful, but equally dangerous, like two blades without sheaths.

Chu Hang remained silent throughout, leaning against the furthest shadow, like an outsider, coldly observing the transfer of power and the reorganization of the team.

After the meeting ended and everyone left, he walked alone to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

This trip to Sokovia was quite fruitful.

[S-rank Chaos Magic], [S-rank Mental Laws], and Ultron's core database, which he imprisoned with his mental power.

Chaos magic is the foundation for altering reality, while the laws of the mind are the reins that wield this power.

Ultron's code is a universal key that can unlock all the doors to high technology in the world.

Chu Hang was particularly satisfied with the [Mental Law], as it made up for his weakness in mental strength and increased his mental abilities (the ability to change the mind of others according to the user's will, and to read memories).

His gaze pierced through the thick bulletproof glass and landed on the red-haired girl practicing energy control on the lawn in the distance.

Wanda Maximov.

A natural vessel for chaos magic, an Omega-level mutant with the potential to alter reality.

Chu Hang could clearly feel the undisguised dependence and affection in her eyes when she looked at him.

Her inner world was like a blank sheet of paper, and he was the only color.

He didn't dislike this feeling.

Wandering the universe for too long, witnessing the birth and death of stars and the rise and fall of civilizations, one inevitably feels a sense of loneliness. Finding a partner seems like a good idea.

A partner who can keep up with him, have the same long life, and be absolutely loyal.

Chapter 139 Layout

The training room is located on the third basement level.

The entire room was like an airtight black iron box; the walls, ceiling, and floor were all cast from a special alloy that could absorb energy.

This is a restricted area within the Avengers' new base, reserved exclusively for Wanda. After all, nobody wants to be blown away by a sudden, out-of-control ball of red energy while having coffee.

Chu Hang and Wanda sat cross-legged facing each other, five meters apart, so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.

"One more time." Chu Hang's voice was calm, revealing no emotion, but it was precisely this calmness that put immense pressure on Wanda.

Wanda's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling like the wings of a startled butterfly. Sweat had soaked the red hair on her forehead, sticking stickily to her skin. A drop of sweat slid down her pale cheek, dripping onto the floor and spreading into a small dark stain.

She was desperately trying to feel the power within her body, instead of futilely trying to control it as before.

This is what Chu Hang taught her. He said that this force is like a wild horse; the more you try to rein it in, the more it wants to overturn you. You have to befriend it first and figure out its temperament.

In her perception, it was a raging, chaotic, scarlet ball of yarn filled with destructive desires.

She couldn't find the thread at all, and could only watch helplessly as it rampaged through her body, wanting to burst out at any moment and tear everything in its sight to shreds, including herself.

“I can’t…” Wanda’s voice trembled with barely suppressed sobs, her body shaking slightly. “It’s too chaotic…it just wants to rush out, tear everything apart, tear me apart…”

"Then let it tear." Chu Hang's answer completely surprised her.

Wanda suddenly opened her eyes, her beautiful pupils filled with astonishment and confusion. Let her go? This base would be on the front page of the news today.

He paused, then added, "If you can't control it, learn to channel it first. You have to find a place for it to vent, otherwise it will go crazy in your house."

Although the metaphor was crude, Wanda understood it immediately.

She was skeptical, but her trust in Chu Hang was ingrained in her very being. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes again.

Finally, the scene freezes on the moment Pietro falls into a pool of blood, the gaping hole in his chest like a black abyss, mocking her utter helplessness.

An uncontrollable hatred, like a volcanic eruption, surged up from the deepest part of her heart.

Almost simultaneously, the fist-sized crimson light in front of her suddenly surged, expanding from the size of a fist to the size of a basketball in an instant. The violent energy caused the alloy walls of the entire training room to emit a slight hum.

"Very good. Now, guide it, but don't let it hurt you." Chu Hang's voice was like a stabilizing force, firmly anchoring her mental world, which was about to be consumed by anger.

Chu Hang moved his fingers. He didn't speak, but an unseen force had already quietly enveloped Wanda.

This power originated from Vision's [Mental Laws], which Chu Hang wielded like a seasoned fitness coach. He didn't directly intervene, but instead provided thorough protection from the sidelines.

He made sure Wanda could try and fail as much as she wanted, but would never be overwhelmed by this violent force or hurt herself in the slightest.

With this invisible layer of security, Wanda felt for the first time that she was connected to that violent energy.

The fear vanished. In its place was an unprecedented sense of control.

"Go!" she roared inwardly.

As if receiving a command, the crimson energy instantly transformed into a blinding blood-red arrow, tearing through the air and shooting towards what she imagined Ultron's head, before... exploding with a deafening roar.

In reality, the energy exploded in mid-air into a dazzling yet deadly red firework, leaving a few shallow burn marks on the wall before finally vanishing into nothingness.

Wanda's body went limp, completely exhausted, her back slumped against the cold alloy wall, panting heavily, her whole body feeling as if she had just been pulled out of the water. But she smiled, a genuine smile from the bottom of her heart.

She looked up at Chu Hang, his eyes filled with a burning, almost melting emotion that she herself couldn't understand.

Chu Hang stood up, walked over to her, and handed her a bottle of mineral water that he had prepared beforehand.

That's all for today.

After saying that, he turned and left without offering any further comfort or warmth.

Wanda watched his decisive back as she clutched the unopened bottle of water tightly to her chest, as if it were some rare treasure.

She knew he wasn't being indifferent; he was simply telling her in his own way that she had to walk her own path.

On the other side of the base, the open-air training ground was dusty and bustling with activity.

"Roddy, control your firepower! You're a war machine, not a mobile artillery platform! Do you want to flatten this whole mountain?!" Steve's roar echoed across the open field.

In mid-air, the steel armor adorned with military insignia immediately adjusted the angle of its shoulder-mounted Vulcan cannon, unleashing a series of precise bursts that shattered a fast-moving target on the ground into fragments. "Roger that, Captain! I'll be more careful with my aim next time!" Roddy's voice came from inside the armor, tinged with a hint of exasperation.

"Sam, you're his eyes. Don't always think about sneaking up and attacking! Those two wings of yours aren't for showing off; they're for providing tactical vision! Cooperate!"

Falcon Sam executed a graceful aerial somersault, dodging a simulated attack beam fired from the ground. With a flap of his wings, he skimmed low, his helmet's tactical goggles transmitting the precise coordinates of a hidden simulated enemy below to Roddy in real time. "Coordinates sent! Roddy, thirty degrees to your left, under that crooked tree!"

"I see it!" The war machine turned around, and a miniature missile roared out, hitting the target precisely.

Vision floated silently in mid-air not far away, watching all of this.

He doesn't need this kind of purely physical training; he's learning something more complex—"human nature."

The Mind Gem on his forehead shimmered with a soft light, revealing the unquantifiable teamwork, camaraderie, and... Steve's occasional dry jokes.

Chu Hang stood in the shadow of the command tower for a while. He never interfered with Steve's daily training, but his presence itself was the most important guarantee and the most rigorous surveillance for this new team.

In the stillness of the night, in Chu Hang's private studio.

On the huge circular screen, code and data streams flashed silently like a green waterfall.

Ultron, whose self-awareness he had erased, is now his most capable intelligence steward.

An encrypted document pops up automatically, containing the latest list of all superhumans or potential superhumans worldwide, compiled by Ultron Core.

Chu Hang scanned through the memorials one by one, like an emperor reviewing official documents.

The list is long: street heroes, potential mutants, unfortunate souls slightly exposed to gamma rays... Ultron practically turned the entire Earth upside down, finding all the "abnormal" people.

These are all for his future collection, but it's not time to harvest them yet.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a record that the system had highlighted in red.

"High-priority event: Hank Pym, former senior physicist at S.H.I.E.L.D., inventor of the Pym Particle. Warning: This individual has used unknown technological means to completely erase all S.H.I.E.L.D. research data on the Pym Particle from a physical perspective. Core code analysis shows that his technology is technologically superior and cannot be cracked or tracked."

"Interesting." Chu Hang raised an eyebrow. If even Ultron said it was unbreakable, then this technology is definitely worth mentioning.

He then looked down.

"Related figures: His daughter, Hope van Dine, is an executive at Pym Technologies. She has recently been in frequent contact with Scott Lang, a recently released electronics master's graduate and repeat offender."

Chu Hang's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Pym particles. Subatomic particles that can arbitrarily change the size of matter, even entering the quantum realm.

Several crazy ideas flashed through his mind in an instant.

If this thing were combined with one's own spatial abilities... wouldn't it be possible to fold space like origami on a microscopic scale, achieving true, distance-insensitive instantaneous teleportation? Instead of the current "jumping" that still requires calculating spatial coordinates.

If I were to enlarge myself to the size of a planet, activate my Binary form, and punch Thanos's spaceship... that scene would be spectacular.

He could even shrink that [Dimensional Whip] to the subatomic level, directly severing the underlying connections of matter at their source.

There are so many ways to play with it. Its strategic value is no less than that of an Infinity Stone.

Chu Hang's fingers lightly tapped a line of commands on the keyboard, simple and direct.

Chapter 140 Scott Lang

"I'm sorry, Scott."

Dell's manager, a forced smile on his face, shrugged, "Company policy dictates we don't hire employees with criminal records."

Scott didn't say anything.

He took off his pink work uniform, threw it on the counter, and turned to leave the ice cream shop.

He had only been out of San Quentin prison for a week and hadn't yet adjusted to the outside world.

Inside the beat-up Ford van parked by the roadside, Louis was excitedly gossiping. His words abruptly stopped when he saw Scott get into the van looking dejected.

"What's wrong?"

"I've been fired."

Scott buried his face in his hands.