Do You Crave Power?

Sitting in the car, Li Congxin could not help asking Hawkeye curiously, "Big Brother Hawkeye, how exactly did Pym Uncle convince you to come help me?"

"Although I've always done a good job of keeping myself hidden, I'm still a superhero, you know." Hawkeye spoke with a hint of excitement. "Fighting crime and protecting this city are missions I set for myself. What you're doing happens to align perfectly with my goals. Do we really need another reason to work together?"

What a powerful reason!

Could it be that the whole "with great power comes great responsibility" thing really went over so well in America?

Shouldn't it be "the greater your power, the higher your income"?

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Hawkeye parked the car on the roadside a block away from the target warehouse.

After getting out, the three of them quietly made their way to a small side door of the warehouse. From there, they could faintly hear sounds coming from inside.

Li Congxin was considering whether to "infiltrate" immediately when Yi Long suddenly gestured for the two of them to keep quiet, then pointed at a container beside them.

Someone was hiding behind it!

The moment he saw Yi Long's warning, Li Congxin dashed straight over.

He did not believe they would encounter an enemy here whose strength was close to 1 jie. As for those ordinary gangsters, even if they had a nuclear missile launcher in their hands, he could still stop them from pressing the button at such close range!

Perhaps sensing Li Congxin's movements, the person hiding behind the container also flashed out, and the dark muzzle of a gun was already aimed at Li Congxin's brow.

"Smack!" The instant the other party drew the gun, Li Congxin seized their gun-wielding hand. At the same time, he thrust his index finger into the empty space behind the pistol's trigger, making it impossible to pull.

Right afterward, a cold glint flashed before Li Congxin's eyes. The blade in the other party's left hand had stabbed toward his temple from an extremely tricky angle.

Grabbing the other party's left hand, Li Congxin finally got a clear look at their face.

Purple hair, a petite little girl, and a somewhat familiar face...

"You're Mindy?"

Mindy froze when she heard Li Congxin's voice. "Big Brother Clark."

Li Congxin released Mindy, took a step back, and asked with a frown, "What are you doing here?"

When she saw Li Congxin, the tension that had kept Mindy on edge finally eased slightly. Her originally resolute eyes also reddened a little. "Big Brother Clark, my father was kidnapped by bad people!"

Li Congxin was stunned, then comforted her. "What happened? Don't panic. Take your time."

It turned out that after Mindy's father, Damon, was released from prison, he had resolved to take revenge on Frank D'Amico, the sworn enemy who had not only framed him and sent him to prison but had also indirectly caused his wife's death. He had also trained young Mindy into an expert antihero.

However, dealing with the powerful Frank D'Amico was beyond the strength of the two of them alone. So they set their sights on the hot-blooded, chuunibyou teenager Kick-Ass and planned to recruit him.

Unexpectedly, that idiot Kick-Ass had something wrong with his intelligence. He actually brought a spy to their secret base, and thus the tragedy began.

Fortunately, Frank D'Amico had not killed Damon on the spot. Instead, he had captured him together with Kick-Ass. Mindy, who had luckily escaped, followed them all the way and happened to arrive at this warehouse.

After hearing Mindy's account, Li Congxin suddenly realized that Old Pi's seemingly unnecessary arrangement earlier had actually been quite prescient.

So soon, the infiltration had turned into a frontal assault.

Li Congxin did not waste words. He simply waved his hand. "Charge in and kill the bastards!"

Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, Dave Lizewski, dressed in his Kick-Ass costume, and Damon Macready, Hit-Girl's father, dressed in a Batman suit, had already been tightly bound to two metal chairs by the thugs. A camera stood in front of them, while someone else was splashing gasoline over their bodies.

To intimidate the other superheroes, Frank D'Amico had gotten carried away with his chuunibyou act. He had actually hired someone to hack into the New York television station's network and planned to livestream the roasting of Kick-Ass!

This showed that Frank D'Amico's so-called vast influence was limited to the civilian world. They knew nothing about the existence of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

But regardless of what sort of retribution Frank D'Amico would suffer in the future, Kick-Ass and Damon Macready had already fallen into deep despair.

Unlike the panicked Kick-Ass, Damon Macready had been prepared to die from the beginning. He simply could not accept dying like this.

If he could not kill Frank D'Amico with his own hands, he would never rest in peace!

As long as he could complete his revenge against Frank D'Amico, he would be willing to make a deal even with the devil!

As if hearing the cry in his heart, a kindly old man leaning on a cane suddenly appeared before him out of thin air. None of the others nearby seemed to notice his presence—not the thugs preparing the barbecue feast, nor the shrieking Kick-Ass.

After appearing, the old man smiled at Damon Macready with a smile as refreshing as a spring breeze. Yet his shadow under the lights was that of a withered, emaciated devil.

Sensing the unwillingness and resentment in Damon's heart, the old man softly asked, "Do you crave power?"

At the same time, the four-person group led by Li Congxin had also infiltrated the warehouse. When they saw that these thugs actually wanted to burn his good buddy alive, Li Congxin was instantly consumed by nameless fury.

You're this arrogant—does S.H.I.E.L.D. know?

Li Congxin casually took Ruyi Bang from his wristwatch and swung it in the air, transforming it into a staff as thick as a goose egg. He struck the back of a thug's head in front of him, smashing his face into a blooming peach.

Received 10 Impression Points from Foster Turner!

"Everyone, move! Kill the bastards!"

With Li Congxin's order, the battle erupted instantly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Rat-tat-tat!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Frank D'Amico's men were merely ordinary people who knew how to use guns. Their marksmanship and combat awareness were both atrocious. In the movie, Hit-Girl had seemingly wiped them all out by herself.

But now Li Congxin's side had an always-hit-with-his-bow Hawkeye, a Winter Soldier who had received professional special-forces training after once being brainwashed by Hydra, plus Li Congxin himself and Hit-Girl. It was practically like Zhao Yun charging three wolves—there was no suspense whatsoever.

Yet during this one-sided battle, Li Congxin felt incredibly awkward.

Watching the three ADCs beside him mow down enemies with their guns, Li Congxin, who only had close-combat abilities, could do nothing but watch them show off. He could not get a word in.

Come to think of it, should I learn how to use guns later, too?

While he was wondering, Li Congxin suddenly discovered to his delight that every time one of his teammates shot someone dead, he could collect as many as 10 Impression Points.

Apparently, to break through the limit of the target's fate weight and obtain a substantial contribution of Impression Points, the person had to be killed before the points would be awarded.

But the problem was, why were the Impression Points for the people they killed landing on him?

Could it be because, in those people's eyes, he and the others were on the same side?

When he considered this possibility, a bold idea suddenly formed in Li Congxin's mind.