Marvel Universe??

In a dark, damp alley in Hell's Kitchen, Big Apple City.

A tall, robust Chinese youth had a black crow squatting on his shoulder.

The Chinese youth was talking to a Slavic woman with platinum-blond hair, a devilish figure, but simple clothing.

"Miss, I have to make it clear to you. I did save you, but that was just a coincidence."

"All you need to do is say thank you to me, and the matter between us is over." The Chinese youth said with a straight, serious face.

The youth completely ignored the fact that there was a great beauty in front of him, as if this Russian beauty had no attraction for him whatsoever.

"But I don't know where I should go? I know nothing about my past. The only impression in my memory is that you saved me from the seaside." Anna clutched the collar of her chest with both hands, saying with a panicked expression.

That pitiful expression made people unable to help wanting to protect her.

Unfortunately, the Chinese youth remained completely unmoved. Facing the pleas of this beauty, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes involuntarily drifted toward the trash can in the alley, where there were a few petty thugs with obviously twisted limbs and in a state of deep unconsciousness.

Sighing longly, the other party appeared so unscrupulously, and her acting wasn't even heartfelt, as if she had him all figured out.

The Chinese youth could only spread his hands helplessly and say, "Miss Natasha Romanoff, let's lay our cards on the table! What on earth do you or your people want?"

Alvin was well aware of the identity of the stunning beauty before him: a super-agent trained by the former Soviet Red Room, currently an S.H.I.E.L.D. agent whose age likely exceeded eighty years.

Natasha's expression did not panic at all upon having her identity called out.

She slightly adjusted her expression, stroked her specially bleached platinum-blond hair with her right hand, raised her chin slightly, and transformed back into that alluring S.H.I.E.L.D. super-spy.

"Mr. Alvin Ye, can we talk first about how you knew about me? Now you've become a person of interest to us."

Alvin was actually also wondering how he had managed to get targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Ever since he transmigrated three years ago, he seemed not to have done anything worthy of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention.

In his past life, Alvin was called Ye Qing, an ordinary middle-aged Chinese man, a "mature man" with a wife and a son.

His transmigration process was laughable to talk about. While moving houses, he found a notebook computer from his high school days under his bed.

On a whim, he tried it, and it could actually still be turned on. During a stolen moment of leisure, he used this computer to play his once super-classic game, Diablo II.

As a man who always needed a cheat mod when playing games, he naturally downloaded a so-called character and item editor. Filled with enthusiasm, he created a druid character for himself whose four core attributes were all 20, with all summoning skills maxed out. He prepared to take his summoned creatures, farm maps, and reminisce.

Of course, the modified and enhanced inventory and stash were packed with runes, ready to make rune gear himself. Oh—there was also the game's essential Horadric Cube.

As a result, whether the computer was too old or the editor was overpowered to an astronomical degree, the moment he opened the game and ran this character, the laptop exploded.

Ye Qing, carrying the legacy he had created within that explosion, transmigrated into the body of the young Alvin Ye in this Marvel Universe.

The moment he learned he had transmigrated into the Marvel Universe, he decided he had to keep a low profile here.

If he truly couldn't find a way back, then he would honestly live out this lifetime here.

Even though he had acquired the druid's ten summoning-line abilities from the game Diablo II, he had never displayed them in front of people. Why would S.H.I.E.L.D. come looking for him?

This made him very strange; he was merely a restaurant owner scraping by in Hell's Kitchen.

However, judging by Natasha's tone just now, their initial target didn't seem to be him. This made Alvin breathe a slight sigh of relief; it was best not to deal with a massive violent organization like S.H.I.E.L.D.

After thinking for a moment, Alvin said, "On the day I rescued you from the sea, someone in your earpiece was calling your name."

"So I just sent you to the hospital."

"Listen, Miss Romanoff, I don't want to cause trouble, and matters related to agents are generally very troublesome."

After saying this, Alvin waved his hand, wanting to end this not-so-pleasant conversation.

Upon hearing this, Natasha tapped her left ear with her hand, seemingly listening to someone speaking. About 20 seconds later, Natasha nodded at Alvin, smiled, and said, "I suppose I must thank you for pulling me out of the sea, then. Thank you!"

"You're welcome. Now, may I leave? I still have to go look after my restaurant." Alvin did not act clever by trying to deceive the other party through acting; the other party was an expert in that field.

He simply and clearly expressed his intention to refuse further contact with her.

Natasha looked at Alvin, habitually bit her lower lip, smiled, and said, "You aren't my mission target this time; it's just that the location of your restaurant is very convenient for me to approach the target."

"I suppose you wouldn't mind an extra pretty waitress in the restaurant, right?" After saying this, Natasha placed her hand on Alvin's shoulder and pressed her entire body close to Alvin.

Yet before she could make any follow-up moves, Alvin shivered all over, then took a step back, raised a single hand, and firmly stopped Natasha from approaching.

Knowing full well that the other party was an old woman over 80 years old and still having physical ambiguity with her was something Alvin, a Virgo, could absolutely not accept.

Alvin said coldly, "Miss Romanoff, please show some respect!"

"I don't care what you or your people want to do, please stay away from my restaurant!"

"Even considering the fact that I helped you out, I really don't want to get into trouble."

"Hell's Kitchen is already troublesome enough..."

As he spoke, Alvin pointed at those few unlucky thugs. This agent missy really didn't look like she was earnestly executing a mission; it was more like she was just going through the motions!

Natasha's expression turned a bit strange. Very few people could reject her request, which made her even more curious about this restaurant owner.

Straightening her collar, Natasha revealed the cold and ruthless side of an agent, and said coldly, "Alvin Ye, a Chinese orphan. At age 8, parents died in a street gunfight, afterwards taken in by an orphanage. At age 18, returned to Hell's Kitchen and inherited the restaurant property left by his parents."

As she spoke, Natasha sneered as she looked at Alvin and continued, "Within a month afterward, the participants of that street gunfight back then successively met unnatural deaths."

"Mr. Ye, how do you think they died?"

Alvin shrugged and said indifferently, "Who knows?"

If Miss Romanoff finds out, she must tell me, so I can go write him a thank-you letter.

Or if you want to call the police, I can lend you my phone to dial 911."

Natasha looked mockingly at Alvin and said, "The police might not care about the lives and deaths of these scum, but the local gangs will definitely be interested to know why two famous gangs inexplicably vanished back then."

Natasha's threat made Alvin feel an inexplicable anger; she seemed to never take her own safety to heart, even though he had fished her out of the sea just days ago.

Perhaps completing the mission was the primary choice in her heart, or this was simply a counterattack against his lack of cooperation.

Sensing the anger in Alvin's heart, the crow that had been resting on his shoulder let out two strange "caws" and flapped its wings to fly up, circling above the alley.

Alvin looked straight into Natasha's eyes and said in a voice cold enough to freeze: "Is this the attitude you have towards your savior?

As an agent, using threats to coerce a law-abiding citizen?

Who gave you the right?

Right now, I just want you and your people to get the hell out of my territory.

This is Hell's Kitchen. I hate trouble, but I've never been afraid of it!"