Loom of Fate

The man turned around and saw a stern face appear before him.

When had he gotten here?!

His sense of danger exploded. He wanted to raise his gun and fire, but after seeing the dense swarm of insects around him, he hesitated for only an instant before choosing to give up.

He couldn't escape!

He knew his current situation very well.

"I surrender."

The man spoke decisively.

As for principles, they had ceased to exist the moment he chose betrayal.

Noah was somewhat surprised to see how sensible the other man was.

He had thought the man would not surrender so easily.

He had already been prepared to kill him outright.

Five zombie dogs, along with thousands of Corpse-Eating Insects, were enough to pounce on him before he could raise his gun.

After all, although this man was an excellent marksman, his body was still that of an ordinary person—just somewhat stronger.

"Talk. Who hired you?

"And tell me who you are."

The man did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately answered:

"The Irish Mob hired me.

"As for me, I'm from the Fraternity."

He already knew that the Irish Mob had hired him.

But the words "Fraternity" made his heart race.

An organization called the Fraternity, combined with such terrifying marksmanship, immediately pointed to a particular assassin organization.

It was said that the killers of the Fraternity murdered according to assignments from the Loom of Fate.

If he was right, that meant this world definitely held secrets he did not yet know.

This was a terrifying world centered around Marvel, with plots from other movies mixed into it as well.

Its complexity and danger level rose sharply in an instant.

Suppressing his thoughts, Noah questioned him.

"But from what I understand, the Fraternity kills according to the Loom of Fate's orders. Why are you here?

"You'd better not tell me I'm on the Loom's must-kill list."

The man was extremely surprised that Noah knew about the Fraternity, and he answered bluntly:

"I've had enough of that life.

"Now, I'm just an ordinary assassin.

"If the employer pays, I kill. So there's absolutely no need for you to kill me.

"I believe there may be opportunities for cooperation between us."

"I see."

Noah nodded, then suddenly lunged at the Fraternity assassin.

The assassin hurried to dodge, but how could Noah let him have his way?

At such close range, this was hardly a marksman's ideal battlefield.

The man clearly understood that as well and simply threw away his weapon to fight hand-to-hand.

Though he did not understand why Noah Allen was not using those insects to kill him, this was his only chance.

In just over ten seconds, the two exchanged dozens of moves.

Noah landed several heavy punches on him, but the other man was no pushover either. The two were evenly matched.

However, the injury on Noah's arm affected him to some extent.

But just then, Noah's thoughts shifted, and the swarm of Corpse-Eating Insects suddenly beat their wings and flew over.

In an instant, they bit the Fraternity assassin to death.

George Stacy had already led his team inside.

Noah did not hesitate and immediately turned to run.

At a time like this, he had no desire to meet the other man.

The swarm suddenly scattered, while he hid himself away.

Baldy had been locked in a standoff with the swarm when he suddenly saw it retreat, and his expression changed slightly.

The next moment, gunfire erupted.

As for Noah, he had already taken advantage of the chaos to return to the window and vault out.

Today's objective had been achieved.

He had already interrogated the Irish Mob's situation from the man he captured when he went in.

No one could endure being torn apart by countless insects without breaking down.

At least, no one Noah interrogated that way could withstand it. After the man confessed everything, Noah had Hound give him a quick death.

And the assassin had been dealt with as well, while he had obtained the most crucial information.

The world was far from simple.

Since that was the case, he had to be even more careful.

Lastly, there was today's battle.

He had exposed too much.

The countless insect corpses at the scene were an irreparable flaw.

As for Hound's corpse, he had the remaining Hounds carry it out.

That was only possible because these Hounds had been created by the system.

Otherwise, they would never have been able to follow such precise orders.

After giving it some thought, although there were many loose ends, they were not fatal for the moment.

He should still be able to stay hidden for a while.

And after some time passed, there naturally would be no need to worry about it.

Right now, he was merely a capitalist with some financial resources.

But after this Weapons Expo, he would become a rising star in the military's eyes. There was no doubt about that!

By then, even if S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to make a move against him, they would have far more reservations.

The most important thing now was to complete the research on the T-Virus's infectivity and Hound Gen 2 as quickly as possible with the time he had left.

Hound Gen 1 could only be considered an immature bioweapon. Only Hound Gen 2 would be a practical bioweapon.

Just as Noah had expected, he had left quite a few traces at the scene.

At the very least, someone within the gang knew his identity.

But these were ultimately only suspicions, without any direct evidence pointing to him.

Even if the police suspected him, suspicion was all it was.

Until they found sufficient evidence, there was nothing they could do.

However, what surprised Noah was that the very next day, a major event that shook Hell's Kitchen took place.

The New York City Police Department commissioner announced that they would launch a cleanup operation aimed at eliminating gang members, with Hell's Kitchen as the primary target.

Although no press conference was held for this news, Noah had an informant he had bought off within the Clinton Police Department, so such a simple piece of information naturally could not be kept from him.

Upon hearing the news, Noah was rather pleased. This was an unexpected windfall.

With the pressure of official forces bearing down on them, those gangs would inevitably have to lie low for a while.

At the very least, figures like Kingpin would have to reconsider even if they had originally intended to move against him.

As for the Irish Mob, the two sides were already sworn enemies.

Even if the Irish Mob did not make a move, he would take the initiative to find them and wipe them out!

The most immediate gain was that he had obtained another batch of Cell Source.

The assassin from the Fraternity was actually worth more than four hundred Cell Source, which greatly surprised him.

Not just anyone could learn to curve bullets.

It was said that the Fraternity possessed a special breathing technique, one that allowed a person to better draw out the human body's potential.

Perhaps that was why this assassin had been worth more.

But Noah had no urge to obtain that breathing technique.

This world held countless wonders. That breathing technique was somewhat miraculous, but no more than that.

No matter how good a breathing technique was, it could not let those assassins stop bullets.

Besides, he was a biochemical researcher with a system.

Rather than wasting time on methods with uncertain results, wouldn't it be better to keep researching genes?

Not to mention anything else, if he could fully master the T-Virus, he might be able to obtain a superhuman physique like Alice's.

That was the true path to reaching the heavens in a single step.

Beyond the T-Virus, countless mysterious genes awaited his acquisition.

There might even be stronger ones.

Not to mention beyond Earth—this Marvel world also had countless mysterious genes.

For example, Spider-Man, Hulk...

These were all genetic treasure troves.

Ordinary people might not be able to research them, but with the system assisting his research, these genes were like a thin veil draped before him, waiting for him to lift it.

Without a doubt, this was a path leading straight to the heavens!

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