Nick Fury's Attention

The car window rolled down, letting the cool night breeze brush against his face.

Su Ming looked at the brightly lit buildings across the river—the night view of Manhattan.

Three to five Hydra agents were naturally no match for Su Ming, but the unlucky Baring was struck by a stray bullet once again and met God on the spot.

He recalled the information Baring had revealed before dying.

It turned out that sending him to Hell's Kitchen with a message had merely been Baring's opening move to extend his influence into Kingpin's territory.

Unfortunately, before he could even reach the mission site, Baring had impatiently spread the news that Su Ming was a traitor who possessed vital organizational secrets.

What Baring had not expected was that the fanatical believers within the organization hated traitors so deeply that even their efficiency at work improved considerably.

In the end, it led to Su Ming turning the tables and killing them all.

With Su Ming's current strength, he no longer cared about the schemes and plots between gangs.

But he knew that a secret Vibranium deal would take place in Hell's Kitchen within the next month.

Vibranium. Captain America's shield contained this metal, and it was also used to make Black Panther's suit.

Although this metal was extremely expensive, Su Ming had no particular plans for it at the moment. The information was too vague for him to find any useful clues.

However, one location aroused Su Ming's deep curiosity—the Underground Exchange in Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan.

It was a place where all sorts of people mingled.

As long as one had money, one could get drugs, women, narcotics, even weapons. Likewise, it was where capital from every side posted bounty missions.

As a bounty hunter, even a novice one, he at least needed to know where to pick up jobs.

That was what Su Ming had his eye on.

He realized that he had killed no fewer than dozens, if not a hundred, Hydra agents so far, yet the only one who seemed to have earned him a bounty was the scar-faced man at the black clinic.

In the unremarkable memories of his predecessor, Hydra had infiltrated every level of society. They even had people within S.H.I.E.L.D., but there were not many agents who stepped forward to do dirty work and ended up with bounties on their heads.

This made Su Ming decisively abandon the idea of hunting Hydra agents for bounty money.

Speaking of money, an arrogant little mustache appeared in Su Ming's mind—Tony Stark.

Stark Industries was one of the world's leading weapons developers. Tony was filthy rich...

That genius with intelligence bordering on monstrous did not seem to have become Iron Man yet.

The two million Baring had willingly transferred opened a new door for Su Ming.

This was absolutely not extortion. It was a transaction both sides had agreed to.

Yes, exactly.

With over two million dollars currently in his account, he could exchange it for some abilities. However, Su Ming planned to first familiarize himself with his new work environment before making a decision.

With that thought, Su Ming floored the gas pedal. The Mustang roared—once Baring's favorite sound.

With the powerful support of Dynamic Vision, even accelerating to 300 kilometers per hour did not make Su Ming feel the slightest bit nervous.

The bright red taillights vanished at the end of the road in the blink of an eye...

Washington.

The Triskelion stood quietly on its little island. The night wind rustled the leaves, sending ripples across the surrounding water.

[Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division]

A rapid clatter of high heels sounded outside the director's office.

Nick Fury, a bald, one-eyed Black man in a black leather trench coat, shifted his gaze from the distant Washington Monument to the room.

"Maria, what happened?"

Maria Hill efficiently placed the documents in her hand on the director's desk.

"Director Fury, it's news from Brooklyn."

Her cold, beautiful appearance exuded the crisp discipline of a soldier. After that one sentence, she said nothing more, as if to say:

"The documents are right there. Read them yourself!"

Looking at the graceful young woman before him, Nick Fury felt a flicker of mischief.

"I don't know why, but my eye hasn't been feeling too well lately...

Sigh~

You know, this eye of mine has endured too much over the years..."

He clearly had no intention of reading the documents himself.

Maria Hill discreetly rolled her eyes and spoke briskly.

"The person in charge of Hydra's Brooklyn operation has been eliminated."

"What?"

Nick Fury immediately grabbed the documents from the desk and read them carefully, his expression becoming unusually serious.

"I remember Baring had been entrenched in Brooklyn for nearly ten years. What kind of formidable character could have killed him? A mutant?"

At the end of the file was a photograph. The man in it had an Eastern face, tousled black hair, dark brown eyes, narrow eyes, and refined features carrying a trace of nobility—it was Su Ming.

"Oh? He's actually a young man! Su... Ming?"

Maria Hill promptly added to her report.

"It's Su Ming, Director Fury.

When our people arrived, they found that every Hydra agent at the scene had died from a single fatal blow—their necks had been snapped.

Baring, meanwhile, appeared to have died in a gunfight. It is estimated that at least a thousand bullets were fired at the scene, and one wall of the bar was nearly completely destroyed.

But no blood, DNA, or any other trace of Su Ming was found.

Our investigation revealed that Hydra's Brooklyn branch had recently been hunting Su Ming, claiming that he was a Hydra traitor who possessed important intelligence."

"Interestingly... before Baring died, a taxi driver on the road to Sunset Fence Bar claimed he had been robbed.

After questioning him and comparing the details, we confirmed that it was this man."

Nick Fury set down the documents and paced back and forth through the office, muttering.

"Scorpion Baring. We'd watched him for so many years, and he was taken out just like that by some unknown brat?"

Maria Hill said with a stern expression.

"Director Fury, I must remind you that someone capable of uprooting an entire Hydra stronghold is no harmless person."

Nick Fury slowly nodded as he licked his lips.

"Agent Hill, have our brothers in Brooklyn keep watching this Su Ming. I want more intelligence on him!"

Su Ming drove across the famous Brooklyn Bridge, but he was in no hurry to head to the place he had learned about.

Instead, he rented a room at the Manhattan Hotel, leisurely took a bath, and changed into a fresh set of clothes.

The battle-damaged suit he wore had long since become tattered beyond repair. After several fights, he was covered in the smell of gunpowder and blood, which made him deeply uncomfortable.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Su Ming felt that his standard handsome Eastern appearance was far too conspicuous in a city like New York.

So he browsed the system store, looking to see whether there was anything that could change his appearance.

After flipping through dozens of pages, just as Su Ming was about to give up, his gaze locked onto a talent.

Did I end up in the wrong genre? The thought flashed through his mind.

As Su Ming opened the talent description, he let out a long "Oh."

[Tuxedo Mask → Formless Mask, $100,000]

[Description] When wearing the mask, you will become the noblest prince beneath the stars. Suitable for concealing your identity and appearance.

"Exchange!"

After waiting for quite a while, Su Ming still did not feel any changes. Confused, he opened the panel.

[Name: Su Ming]

[Age: 28]

[Physical Fitness: 9]

[Current Account: $1,901,380]

[Existing Talents: Sub-Wolverine-Level Recovery, Dynamic Vision Lv. 1, Jeet Kune Do Mastery, Physique Enhancement Lv. 1 (2/5 layers), Formless Mask]

The new talent was indeed listed.

He asked a waiter for a half-face masquerade mask, preparing to see how effective his new talent was.

After putting on the mask, Su Ming immediately felt the aura around him change.

Looking at himself in the mirror—his entire body now radiated an eerie charm, while the gaze beneath the mask had become noble and wicked.

He was practically poison to every woman!

"This... might be a little too handsome!"

With a wry smile, he accepted the talent. Since it could conceal his appearance, being a little more handsome was fine...

When he appeared once more on the streets of Manhattan, his sharp suit and British-style trench coat made Su Ming look tall and dashing.

The girls passing by cocktail parties all turned to look at him.

Touching the mask in his pocket, Su Ming headed in one direction based on his memories...