The Start of a Beautiful Day

"By successfully participating in Hell's Kitchen's gang business as both a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and a Hydra member, the host has earned Evil Points +2,000,000."

When Jack woke up in bed at his home in Flushing and saw the full two million Evil Points, he thought he was still dreaming.

It was not until he viciously pinched his thigh and cried out on the spot that he realized he had struck it rich this time!

That was more than three times the Evil Points he had earned from his face-to-face battle with Colonel Ross!

At the same time, he realized just how dangerous and evil it was to get involved in Kingpin's business.

So much so that the system had awarded him the largest single Evil Points payout he had received so far.

But no matter what, Jack felt that he had made a killing this time.

Sure enough, they were NPCs specially made for the beginner village. Like Coulson, they were the best transitional picks in early Marvel.

After getting out of bed, Jack checked his phone. Aside from a few messages from S.H.I.E.L.D., there were messages from Marian.

She told Jack that Captain America's thawing had been completely finished. He was now being kept in the safe house on the first floor of the office building, and quite a few people were taking pictures with Captain America on the surveillance screen through the window.

First, two million Evil Points had arrived. Then came news that Captain America was about to awaken.

The good news that the curtain was about to rise on The Avengers made Jack grin from ear to ear.

"Although the start of this month was a little rough, the rule that hardship comes before sweetness still holds true!"

"I've got this in the bag!"

"Once next month comes and the calculation day passes, I'll rise straight to Regional Villain. Then I'll take out Kingpin and become the emperor of the underworld myself!"

"If merely participating gets me two million Evil Points, then if I become the emperor of the underworld, won't my income be counted in hundreds of millions?"

"Maybe in one go... Fuck! What's this guy doing here?!"

As Jack walked into the bathroom with a smile, the corner of his eye caught Daredevil sitting on the living room sofa, and his feet stopped on their own.

Daredevil, dressed in a red skintight leather bodysuit, pretended that his eyes were not blind and fixed Jack with a cold stare.

Although the guy acted convincingly enough, even frowning for effect, Jack knew Daredevil's true identity and guessed what he was up to.

Wasn't it because Jack had given him a fright yesterday?

He had nearly exposed his identity.

So he had come over today specifically to tell Jack that his eyes still worked and that Jack had mistaken him for someone else.

"Hehe... You think this proves you're not Matt Murdock..."

"But I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you."

There were still seven days until the calculation day. Jack did not want to stir up any more trouble. Right now, he only wanted to hold onto his 1.37 million Evil Points until the calculation day, then become a Regional Villain.

So he said to Daredevil, "Are you the vigilante who's been fighting crime in Hell's Kitchen lately?"

Daredevil nodded. Then he casually picked up the glass on the coffee table, took a sip, and complained in a deep Batman-like voice, "The coffee in your house is truly terrible. You need better coffee."

Jack's soul and personal habits were still those of a Chinese man. He glanced at the cabinet in the open kitchen. The only drink mix he kept in there was not coffee.

It was reishi mushroom powder...

This body had been running at full capacity for three years without Captain America's super-soldier physique. How could it possibly have endured without supplements?

So someone had been drinking reishi mushroom powder while complaining that the coffee in his cup tasted bad...

Jack held back his laughter and continued, "It seems you're a vigilante with excellent taste and a very good income, huh?"

"With such good material conditions, why did you choose to go out and fight criminals?"

Daredevil put down his glass and began recounting his past like a superhero, wearing a protagonist's smile full of positive energy.

"Sigh, although I earn a lot and have a happy family life, whenever I see the news on TV and the tragedies happening in Hell's Kitchen, my heart aches and burns with rage!"

"Hell's Kitchen is New York City's cancer!"

"It has poisoned New York for decades!"

"Eradicating Hell's Kitchen is the responsibility every New York City resident should fulfill!"

"I... I... I..."

"May I ask why you came to talk to me about this? I'm just an ordinary person. If you want someone to listen to you, shouldn't you be talking to your friends?"

Jack's sudden question made Daredevil, who had just begun speaking eloquently and was preparing to deliver a declaration of justice about Americans joining hands to fight Hell's Kitchen, start stammering on the spot.

Watching Daredevil hesitate and stutter, Jack viciously pinched his thigh to stop himself from laughing out loud. He felt that today was the happiest day he had had since coming to Marvel.

He had woken up to a windfall, and after getting out of bed, an inexperienced Daredevil had come to his door to perform a comedy routine.

Not wanting to end the performance so soon, and also wanting Daredevil to sweat a little less, Jack saw that Daredevil was nearly breaking out in a hot sweat and pretended to recall, think, and speculate.

Then he spoke to Daredevil in a tone of sudden realization.

"Right, the only crowded place I went yesterday was the Hell's Kitchen Precinct. Did you run into me there?"

"That's right! That's where I met..."

After Daredevil followed Jack's lead, he froze where he stood. He could not believe he had made such a stupid mistake.

He had actually admitted that he met Jack at the Hell's Kitchen Precinct!

Wasn't that the same as admitting that he was the blind lawyer wearing sunglasses?!

But Jack's next words made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"I was arguing with that blind lawyer at the time. Where were you?"

"I never expected that a police officer as righteous as you would be hidden within the corrupt Hell's Kitchen Precinct. That's truly Hell's Kitchen's good fortune."

"Ha! Yes... good fortune..." After being toyed with so badly by Jack, Daredevil was already close to losing the calm judgment he had as a lawyer.

Just before Jack completely dragged him into his rhythm, Daredevil recalled Stick's words of instruction before he had left him.

"No matter when it is, no matter what emergency you face, you must calm down!"

"If you face an extremely difficult problem, then seize one point. Only by seizing one point will you avoid ending up empty-handed."

Daredevil immediately seized on one point from what Jack had just said.

The next second, he understood!

"This guy has known my identity all along!"

"He's been messing with me on purpose!!!"

"Bastard!!!"