Charlotte Doyle

2024-04-25

Author: Pencil Dancing

Marvel Cinematic Universe, non-sacred timeline.

The Continental Hotel, top floor.

"Boss, there's a new assassination job. Two million dollars. Would you consider it?"

A blonde beauty with a curvaceous figure, dressed in a professional skirt suit and looking like a secretary, stood before Charlotte Doyle and spoke calmly.

"Oh, two million dollars. That's not a low price."

"Tell me the specifics first, then I'll decide whether to take this two-million-dollar job."

"You know me. I'm rather picky about my targets. Say, is the target a Black person?"

Sitting beside the window, Charlotte held a square glass of whiskey. He slowly pulled his gaze away from the scenery outside and turned it toward Ginny, who was speaking.

"Not a Black person."

"Charlotte, you've practically become a killer of Black people. Some of the African-descended assassins at the Continental Hotel have quite a few complaints about you."

Charlotte toyed with the glass in his hand and said seriously, "There are two kinds of people I hate most in this life. One is racists, and the other is Black people."

"If those pieces of trash have a problem with me, let them come have a heart-to-heart talk with me. I'll send them where they belong!"

Seeing how serious he was, Ginny shrugged, indicating that he was absolutely right.

"The new bounty target is John Wick. The employer wants him killed as soon as possible. The reward is two million dollars. Will you consider it?"

At the mention of John Wick's name, Charlotte Doyle's thoughts drifted far away.

A man who wiped out an entire gang over a dog.

Was his story about to begin?

He then glanced at the photograph of the target in Ginny's hand and confirmed that it was that guy, not someone with the same name.

Charlotte swirled the square glass in his hand, looked at the amber liquid inside, took a sip, and said calmly, "The price is too low. I'm not taking it."

"Why?"

Ginny was somewhat curious.

"You entered the business rather late, so you may not have a complete grasp of the information."

"John Wick was once the number one assassin in the business. Before retiring, he was considered a legend among assassins."

As Charlotte explained, Ginny gained a clear understanding of this man who had suddenly appeared on the mission board. She then nodded. "The price really is too low."

Though she kept her eyes on Charlotte, she asked curiously, "Ninja-sama, how does he compare to you?"

Charlotte merely smiled. "He and I aren't assassins from the same world!"

Charlotte did not say it outright, but his confident tone and indifferent attitude clearly showed that he did not think much of John Wick's abilities.

Ginny's eyes shimmered. No longer dwelling on the job, she said, "I'll go see whether there are any other assignments suited to you."

"Go ahead!"

After receiving Charlotte's approval, she turned and left the room, heading toward the hotel's mission hall.

Watching Ginny leave, Charlotte turned his gaze back to the world outside the window.

My name was Feng Yi, and I came from Blue Star.

While playing the Naruto Mobile Game and pulling for the newly released character card, Shura-faced Hero Jiraiya, I had been screwed over by the game designers. When I realized I had spent three thousand yuan and still had not collected enough character fragments, I was so furious that I dropped dead on the spot.

Then, for no apparent reason, I transmigrated and was reborn in this world.

Although the planet beneath my feet was also called Earth, it was completely different from the one Charlotte had originally lived on.

After all, the enormous Stark Industries advertisement in New York's Times Square was impossible to miss, while the latest cover girl in the entertainment papers had once again thrown herself into Tony Stark's arms.

This was the Marvel Universe. Or rather, in Charlotte's eyes, it was more like a universe of American TV shows wearing the skin of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

When Charlotte awakened the memories of his previous life, he found himself appearing in a dilapidated alley in New York, dressed in filthy rags.

Looking at himself, Charlotte guessed that he was either an orphan or some brat who had run away from home.

As for the Naruto Mobile Game that had angered him to death, it had become his Golden Finger and appeared within his consciousness.

But this damned Golden Finger was just as infuriating as before. It had been stuck loading the entire time.

Charlotte Doyle was adopted by an assassin couple from the Continental Hotel. They then trained the six-year-old Charlotte as an assassin.

The assassin couple's training was already extremely brutal, and they were even more vicious toward a child they had picked up off the streets.

If not for the Golden Finger that had been loading in his mind, serving as his motivation to endure, he might have died during training long ago.

During that time, his young hands had already become stained with blood.

If he had been an ignorant child, he might not have felt the slightest discomfort during training and would have become a true assassin. But as someone who had come from China and possessed a kind heart, such a life destroyed his values and reshaped his existence.

It was not as if he had never tried to run away. Unfortunately, his young body and still-unawakened Golden Finger meant that his only attempt ended in failure, followed by severe punishment.

After that, he never tried to escape again. Life was like rape—if you couldn't change it, then choose to enjoy it.

Thus, under the assassin couple's training, he grew rapidly and mastered all kinds of killing techniques: disguise, combat, tracking and countertracking, marksmanship, even the physics and chemistry related to assassination. He had not neglected a single thing.

As for compulsory education, middle school, high school, and university, they had all remained far beyond his reach. He had never had any contact with them. After all, he was not that guy who loved bourbon and happened to have a military big shot come to adopt him.

Of course, he lacked none of the basic education he needed.

After all, as a professional assassin, he understood even more knowledge than a student preparing for the college entrance examination. The content of that knowledge was simply different.

On his eighteenth birthday, after years of training under the assassin couple, Charlotte Doyle awakened his Golden Finger. The damned Naruto finally finished loading.

That same year, he completed his graduation as an assassin. His name, Charlotte Doyle, came from his adoptive parents' surname.

Although he had sacrificed them, he still inherited their surname. He had even become what they had hoped for: a fairly renowned assassin within the Continental Hotel.

After all, he had already become a professional assassin registered with the High Table before awakening his Golden Finger. Combined with more than a decade of study, Charlotte had no plans to change careers.

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