Allen crossed his arms as he observed the events with analytical eyes.
"Well, this is complicated," said Allen with an academic tone as he adjusted a lenses he took from his inventory. "It seems like a normal embarrassing memory and has nothing to do with dishonoring your country, Colonel Miller. I don't think someone like you has bad intentions." Allen smiled and effectively killed Miller by giving his approval as someone trustworthy.
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Rick – I love this cruel shit, hahaha!
Gilgamesh – Heh, a clever way to deal with your enemies, I like it, mixed-race...
Esdeath – Interesting...
Wednesday – A mental torture that will haunt him for the rest of his life? It's worthy of being noted, Allen...
Rebecca – He deserves it, gahahaha!
===
Unlike the Chat, who watched this from a screen, silence reigned in the room. Many felt uncomfortable, others suppressed laughter, and some felt chills. There was no easy way to digest what had just happened.
This is the Supreme Court, right? They are the high-ranking officials of the military, right? Then why is a colonel dressed as a woman, and worse yet, why was he acting like a vixen?
...
Colonel Miller had aged ten years. He couldn't get angry or scream; his world collapsed. No prestige, no respect, no honor. Perhaps a group of people on Twitter would celebrate this revelation, but he had hoped to take this secret to the grave.
A general with an ash-gray beard felt chills, then his eyes shifted away from Miller's haggard figure. He saw Allen's smiling gaze on him and felt death looming over him. He had to stop this immediately, or Allen would use him as a sacrifice. He stood up and shouted, "Me!"
Before the general could finish shouting, Allen disappeared, and in just an instant, the general had a Memory-kun on his head.
"Thank you for volunteering, General Hamond," said Allen with admiration, but Hamond knew that Allen's smile was like the devil's.
The general tried to shout, but Allen grabbed his face, shutting his mouth. "Tell me, old man, do you have any dishonorable memories in your life?"
General Hammond is a war hero, a man with a forty-five-year career in the army.
A screen emerged from the visor.
This time, the story went back many years, unexpectedly not a memory of his life in the army, but one of his vacations.
"Oh? Is this a communication with an undercover agent?" said Allen, as if to remind everyone that this is not torture or amusement, but a means to know whether the intentions and loyalty of the high-ranking officials are genuine and if they desire Tony's technology to protect rather than to destroy.
Amid a casino on a cruise ship, General Hammond, thirty years old, wearing a tropical shirt and sunglasses, was drinking and laughing, sitting in front of the roulette wheel.
"5k on red five!" said Hammond with absolute confidence, with a group of people cheering him on as he placed his bet.
The dealer smiled and spun the ball on the roulette wheel. After a spin, the ball landed on black ten, and Hammond lost his money. However, his arrogant smile did not diminish. At this point, everyone wondered why this memory seemed dishonorable to the general.
"3k on black thirty-five, 4k on red twenty-seven, and 7k on green..."
People held their breath as they saw the amount of money in a single bet. Of course, for a wealthy man, this shouldn't be much, but for Hammond, this shouldn't be the case. In fact, at that time, he wasn't even a general; he was just a sergeant with a decent salary.
The General was as pale as a corpse watching this memory, watching himself gamble money like an idiot.
He knows the reason why this memory is considered dishonorable; it's something he tried to forget. That night, he lost half a million dollars, took out a mortgage loan, and ended his marriage.
It was the worst moment of the general's life, as it revealed his addiction to gambling. Even if he overcame it, he never revealed this to anyone except his ex-wife.
He was completely pale as he watched the memories of how his wife kicked him out of their house. He agreed to relinquish a considerable sum of his assets, custody of his children, and his beloved Cadillac to avoid disclosing it to the army, which would tarnish his career.
After negotiating and losing a lot, General Hammond reached an agreement with his ex-wife, and his professional life was not affected by his problems.
That was the least; he lost the love of his life and hit rock bottom when his ex-wife remarried.
"I see, it seems that General Miller is not a traitor either..."
Allen's words snapped everyone out of the trance, and they felt chills. Allen deactivated Memory-kun and looked at the other high-ranking officials, members of the Supreme Court, the press, and the general public.
Normally, Allen should be arrested and thrown into a military prison, perhaps disappeared by government agents to avoid embarrassment to the country. But is there anyone who can do that?
The men and women present felt they were at the mercy of the devil and that he would not show mercy in exposing their darkest secrets.
Another general screamed when he saw Allen's gaze on him, recalling his hidden search history. He knew that, unlike the others, a miserable future awaited him.
An older woman in a similar uniform covered her face and thought about the craziness she had in her university days, especially in the fraternity. If that came to light, her marriage would be over, and her parents would roll in their graves if they knew.
"YOUR HONOR!"
"General Smith?" The judge could already anticipate what he was going to say, but he was obligated to listen.
"I believe this has gotten out of hand! It is no longer necessary to discuss; Mr. Antony Stark has proven capable of controlling such dangerous entities, and we will trust that his ideals always benefit our country and freedom!"
"Objection!" Allen shouted, but Tony grabbed him from behind.
"Stop it, that's enough!"
"Tony, they're just delaying it; let me finish them all!" Allen whispered stubbornly.
"Do you want to be labeled a terrorist?!" Tony knew how bad this was, but if he stopped Allen, he might prevent something worse.
"Shut up!"
...
Allen and Tony left the place, but Allen's serious look changed to one of good humor, and Tony went from being in good spirits to feeling tired.
"You didn't have faith in my abilities, and look, I achieved total victory in my first trial!" said Allen, completely satisfied with his results. "Damn, I'm great at being a lawyer!"
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– Wtf, what kind of skills are those?!
– Damn, if I could do that, I wouldn't have lost the lawsuit with my cheating wife.
– Screw you! :v
– It's cheating to intimidate the elderly! :(
– Actually, I have a divorce lawsuit against my cheating wife; would you like to be my lawyer? I don't think we'll win, but I'd love to see her face when her infidelities are exposed to everyone.
– Oh, my father abandoned me with debts, and now I want to sue him! Help me destroy his life!
===
Allen looked smugly at Tony seeing so many people interested in his services. Tony felt like punching Allen when he saw him grinning like that.
Tony irritably walked through the crowd without giving any explanations, but Allen stopped, surrounded by the press.
"My client has declared satisfaction with the results, so everyone can rest assured that there will be an Ironman defending the sky for a long time," Allen stated confidently.
"Sir, are you a lawyer?"
"Sir Walker, are you interested in starting a law firm?"
"Would you mind giving me a child?"
"Mr. Walker are you looking for any sex slaves?!"
...
Allen and Tony flew to France in an elegant private jet. There were a couple of very attractive flight attendants; however, Allen had a stoic expression as he was being closely watched.
"Sir, your drink~" the young blonde flight attendant approached Allen, wearing her tight uniform that accentuated her figure. Her long bare legs and plunging neckline hinted at her provocativeness.
Allen glanced at Tony, who winked at him and approached. He put his arm around Allen's shoulder and whispered, "She's new, I hired her specifically for this flight. She was very excited when she found out who she would be serving," Tony whispered as the flight attendant looked at Allen from a distance.
"Tony, I'm not in a position to pretend innocence, but I'm not that kind of womanizer. I'm not looking for casual relationships."
"Tsk, don't be a killjoy!" Tony shrugged. "They're only here to serve us during the trip; they're not prostitutes."
Allen narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl, who blushed. Either she was a very good actress, or she was genuinely new to this.
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Natasha HC – Allen Walker!
MJ HC – You won't do it, right?
Gwen HC – Don't you dare, I won't let you have flings!!
Felicia HC – ...it used to seem fun, but now it feels... distasteful.
Diana HC – *Sigh* you'll never change, will you?
Wednesday HC – ...
Rebecca HC – Tsk, his intentions are so obvious that it's boring...
EmmaW HC – Fuck You, bitch!
MeganF HC – ***** * ** ***
Nikky HC – How scary! D:
Ruby HC – Nikky it is better not to approach these women when they are angry.
Nikky HC – Roger! :3
...
Allen relaxed with a massage that was considered somewhat acceptable among the group of women. Allen didn't know how to assimilate the fact that they accepted him humiliating generals picking fights with the Secretary of Defense and practically alienating himself from all the lawyers in the world, but when a pretty blonde flight attendant touched his hand, all hell broke loose.
"Tony..."
"What?"
"It's not that I'm complaining about the service, but why are we in a jet?" Allen blinked. "You know I could teleport us to Monaco in an instant, right?"
Tony took a sip of his drink before answering, "When you're disgustingly rich, you understand that it's not about finding the most efficient route, but the most expensive and extravagant one."
"Ugh, that sounded so narcissistic and classist that it's just amazing you can say it while knowing that the whole world is watching you."
Tony's face broke, and he threw his glass on the floor. "How dare you accuse me of something after the mess you got me into!" Tony lunged at Allen and grabbed him by the collar. "My phone hasn't stopped ringing, contract cancellations, account freezes, business relationship breakdowns."
"Oh, it seems like the old folks are active."
Tony gritted his teeth but stopped; he knew that if he hit Allen, his own hand would break before hurting him.
"The relationship between people with money and power is the same; they both have something the other possesses and as a general rule, they support each other," Tony grabbed his phone and turned it off. "The Secretary knows that he couldn't harm you, even if he wanted to destroy your reputation... it would hardly work, so he chose to hurt me, specifically my company, and believe me, when the people on Wall Street have to choose between the handsome billionaire and the government... I'll be discarded. Heh, in fact, I would do the same; it's not worth picking a fight with the system."
"You have it tough..." said Allen in a calm and relaxed tone, as he sipped tea from who knows where he got it, his gaze relaxing as he savored the aroma.
Tony lowered his gaze and grabbed his head. "Damn it!!" Perhaps this was the first time he regretted revealing his secret identity.
...
"What do you mean I can't have pets?!"
They both arrived at a five-star hotel, but Allen caused a scene when entering.
"Sir, we have a strict no-pets policy." The manager had a bead of sweat, having to deal with an angry Allen.
"Ah?! You're charging two thousand dollars a night, and I can't have my cat with me? What kind of service is this?!"
Tony covered his face beside him, feeling a headache coming on. "You don't even have a cat!"
"Yes, but what if I did?! Someone must speak up for pet owners who will suffer because of such an insensitive policy."
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– I know it's silly, but if I'm going to pay so much for a room, I like to be with Mr. Minkle.
N – Hey, think about people with allergies!
Z – Do you have allergies?
N – No... but imagine if I did!
Allen, on the other hand, checked into his room after arguing and looked at the view.
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