New York (Part 2)

"If anything comes up, contact me." Before Shen Fei left for New York with York, the uncle who had suddenly appeared in his life, after handling nearly everything, he said goodbye to Rebecca, Jill, and the others.

Perhaps because they had fought side by side before, Shen Fei and Rebecca had a good relationship. Rebecca said that if anything came up, he could email her.

At the same time, Shen Fei met Chris, who had rushed over in a hurry. Seeing that Claire was unharmed, Chris finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Let's go." Urged by York, Shen Fei boarded the plane to New York. Queens, New York, was where this suddenly appeared uncle of his lived. The place made Shen Fei somewhat excited, because Spider-Man seemed to live in that borough.

"It's a shame Jill didn't agree to join S.H.I.E.L.D. If she had, Chris might have agreed too." Through chatting with Rebecca, Shen Fei learned that S.H.I.E.L.D. had invited Jill as well, but Jill had refused.

Although the Raccoon City disaster seemed to have been covered up, the problems it caused had only just begun. The current president had been on edge lately. As expected, he would probably resign to take responsibility in the end. After all, such a huge incident had happened during his term.

Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. was secretly intensifying its search for Umbrella Corporation's high-ranking personnel. Out in the open, the major pharmaceutical companies were carving up Umbrella Corporation's remains.

The various miracle drugs in particular were prizes that every pharmaceutical company was determined to get. Once they changed the packaging, they could claim their own company had spent countless years and vast sums of money developing them.

After all, this world had S.H.I.E.L.D., so Umbrella Corporation could never linger on like it had in the original work through all sorts of tricks. After paying massive compensation, Umbrella Corporation quickly declared bankruptcy.

It was not just Umbrella Corporation. Some senior generals in the American Military were also successively removed from their posts. They had secretly cooperated with Umbrella Corporation in the past. The government had concealed the truth, but that did not mean it would not hold those involved accountable. Besides, this was a perfect chance to purge political rivals, with righteousness on their side.

At the same time, the military was sending people to track down Umbrella Corporation's upper ranks. It was said that their supreme leader was General Ross.

Meanwhile, Hydra agents were also secretly contacting Umbrella Corporation personnel. One reason S.H.I.E.L.D. had not shown much urgency for so long was precisely because of them.

But none of that had anything to do with Shen Fei for the time being. He had already arrived in New York and saw the enormous Statue of Liberty through the plane window.

Once they entered New York, York's attitude immediately changed. His former kindness was completely gone. Shen Fei had expected this and did not care much.

"It's even a small villa." They soon arrived at York's home. Queens, New York, was not the most developed part of New York, but neither was it the most chaotic.

The most chaotic place in New York was undoubtedly Hell's Kitchen. Kingpin seemed to be there, and his mortal enemy Daredevil should be there as well.

Marvel's New York was a city plagued by disasters. It had countless superheroes, and just as many supervillains.

"Our friendly neighborhood guy doesn't seem to have appeared yet, right?" Shen Fei had his own reasons for coming to a city as dangerous as New York.

After all, New York had plenty of black technology.

The radioactive spider that created Spider-Man, serum, Stark Group—and, most importantly, Pym Particles. In the Marvel Universe, Pym Particles had incredibly miraculous effects. The Avengers had relied on them to reverse the future.

And the method of producing Pym Particles was controlled by only one person. Even the renowned genius scientist Howard Stark had failed to replicate them.

How intelligent was Howard? Back in World War II, he had already begun researching anti-gravity and created the shield in Captain America's hands. That shield could even clash head-on with Thor's Hammer.

Not to mention that Howard had left his son the method of creating the New Element.

If even someone like him could not replicate Pym Particles, the difficulty was obvious. But while it was extremely difficult for Howard, Shen Fei, who possessed the abilities of the Op-Op Fruit, might not be unable to create Pym Particles.

Pym Particles, the Arc Reactor, the Mark Armor Series—perhaps Shen Fei could learn how to manufacture all of them using the abilities of the Op-Op Fruit.

The rich relied on technology, while the poor relied on mutation. That was the universal rule of Marvel.

But the rich could rely on technology and mutate at the same time. Black Panther was the representative example: he had Vibranium Armor and the Heart-Shaped Herb.

Come to think of it, many things in the Marvel Universe were closely related to the serum Captain America had been injected with. Dr. Banner had become the Hulk because of the serum and Gamma Rays.

Oscorp, where the Green Goblin was, seemed to have serum too.

"The room at the very end of the second floor is yours." The moment they entered the villa, York, wearing a disgusted expression, told Shen Fei to go straight upstairs. York then took out his phone and began making a call.

"It's me. I'm back. I'll come over tomorrow."

"I should go to school." The next day, Shen Fei said this directly to York.

"What school? I found you a job. Get to work properly." Without caring whether Shen Fei was willing, York dragged him into the car and drove him to a desolate-looking street. The walls on both sides were covered in graffiti, and people who looked like homeless vagrants occasionally emerged from dark alleyways.

The car soon stopped in front of a building that looked like a repair shop. York led Shen Fei to a small door and knocked. A burly man with tattoos covering both arms came out. After seeing York and Shen Fei, he nodded and led them inside.

After passing through a dim corridor, the three entered a brightly lit room. The people inside were gathered around a rectangular table gambling. Including those standing nearby and watching, there were eight people in total.

"This is the little guy? Not bad. Mm." A scarred middle-aged man carefully examined Shen Fei, then nodded as though satisfied. He gave one of his subordinates a look, and the man took a thick stack of cash over to York.

"Where is this, Uncle York?" Shen Fei spoke as he hid behind York, looking terrified.

Fuck, did he sell me?

"Cut the crap. Who's your uncle?" York impatiently reached to drag Shen Fei out.

"Don't move." Shen Fei pulled the handgun tucked into York's waistband free, stepped back two paces, and pointed it ahead.

"The kid's got good reflexes." Shen Fei's action stunned everyone present for a moment, then they burst into laughter. The reason was simple: the gun's safety was still on.

York was the only one who did not laugh. Shen Fei's actions had made him furious.

"Fuck." York moved to snatch the pistol from Shen Fei's hand.

Bang.

At that moment, the gun fired. The bullet passed through York's ear and struck the head of the person behind him. Blood splattered everywhere, leaving the others completely stunned.

"Don't move. Bullets don't have eyes." Shen Fei's voice was exceptionally calm. He had fought his way out of Raccoon City—why would he care about these few people?

Shen Fei's words made the people who had been about to move stop in their tracks.

Bang! Bang!

Two more shots rang out, and two more people fell.

"I said don't move." This time, no one dared ignore Shen Fei.

"York, you've got some nerve." The scarred middle-aged man looked coldly at York.

"This has nothing to do with me." York shook his head with a terrified expression.

"Little brother, it seems today was a misunderstanding. Let's leave it at that." The scarred middle-aged man immediately turned his gaze toward Shen Fei.

"A misunderstanding? I don't think so." Shen Fei flicked his right hand and fired behind him. The head of someone trying to attack him from the rear burst open, and he fell. It was a habit Shen Fei had developed in Raccoon City: headshots.

After killing that man, Shen Fei slowly backed away and took another handgun from the corpse.

"Little brother, what will it take for you to stop?" With four people getting headshot in succession, the scarred middle-aged man finally sensed that something was wrong.

"You want me to stop? Simple." Shen Fei gave a cold smile and fired repeatedly with both hands, directly killing everyone present. This time, he did not aim for their heads. Every shot struck their chests.

"You just need to die." Shen Fei spoke indifferently to the corpses.

"Alright, my dear Uncle York. Now tell me what's going on." Facing Shen Fei's gun, York immediately told him everything.

"So you really are my uncle."

York truly was Shen Fei's mother's younger brother, but he was far from a good person. Ever since his school days, he had mixed with underground gangs—doing drugs, rape, murder, every evil imaginable. Yet because he had been a minor, the law had favored him greatly. He got out after only a few years in prison, and had become even worse while inside.

After Shen Fei's parents in this world died in an accident, he received a large sum in compensation from Protector God Company. Shen Fei should have been adopted by York at the time, but York had not wanted to do it, and Umbrella Corporation perhaps had not wanted to release him either. So Shen Fei had remained in the orphanage.

During the Raccoon City disaster, after discovering that Shen Fei had not died, York saw a chance to make money. As for what would happen to Shen Fei afterward, child trafficking was rampant in this country. Whether Shen Fei was sold to pedophiles or killed for his organs, it would be another huge payout.

Only, York had never expected to kick an iron plate.

"You really are a wonderful uncle."

"Don't kill me! They forced me to do it!"

Bang.

Shen Fei shot him in the right side of the chest. York would not die anytime soon. Shen Fei hated people like him the most; how could he let York die so easily?

"Goodbye, my dear uncle." As expected of a place where gangsters gathered, Shen Fei quickly found plenty of gasoline and splashed it around the area.

"Now this is truly Marvel. I'd only just arrived in New York, and I already ran into something like this." Watching the blazing fire, Shen Fei immediately left.

He had set the fire to destroy the evidence. Shen Fei had watched plenty of American crime investigation shows.