Burger chain restaurant.
As America's representative high-sugar, high-calorie food, the burger's greatest purpose since its invention had been that it was cheap and filling.
Its novel, convenient way of eating had made it popular around the world, turning free America into a beacon in many people's hearts.
Holding a cheeseburger, Jino savored the explosion of calories in his mouth as he narrowed his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.
It was a seemingly bustling fast-food restaurant.
Customers eating, employees rushing about.
Yet if one possessed abilities like Jino's, they could see the radios and black portable handguns concealed beneath these people's clothes.
Simply put, it was like The Truman Show, where everyone was acting along with that pitiful Truman.
But if one seriously thought about it and debated the matter, perhaps Truman had been happier remaining in The Truman Show. After all, he was the only protagonist in that world.
Jino came back to himself.
He was the only actual customer in the entire restaurant.
The only one capable of orchestrating all this was Motherfucker Hero.
Unfortunately, the setup arranged by that one-eyed man was riddled with holes. The exchanged glances between the men and women, the calluses on their hands—there was no need to see through them. Careful observation alone would reveal the flaws.
If Batman was the master strategist of the DC Universe, then Nick Fury was the Joker of the Marvel Universe.
Oh, Joker in the literal sense.
He always acted like he was clever, then proceeded to screw everything up.
Honestly, Jino seriously suspected that Fury had offered his black ass to those white masters. Otherwise, how could he turn S.H.I.E.L.D. into a Hydra nest and still not be removed from office afterward?
"How absurd."
Jino tapped the table, producing a crisp sound.
He had no interest