Delivering Goods for Kingpin

"Business is business, right?"

"That's right..."

Watching several tattooed Black guys load large bags of milk powder into his car, Jack took the cigarette offered by the man before him and lit it with a somewhat gloomy nod.

He had just left Daredevil's law firm, thinking that tonight was the night of the big battle from Iron Man 2.

The day Tony and Colonel Rhodes fought side by side and took down the man with the whips.

Jack had originally planned to rush over to the exhibition and watch Justin Hammer dance.

Unfortunately...

Partnering with Kingpin in business was not some easy job where he could just lend his name and collect dirty money.

That was why tonight's milk powder delivery job had been handed over to Jack.

There was no helping it. This weapons exhibition in the Manhattan District of New York would draw plenty of arms dealers, buyers, and a bunch of people there just to enjoy the spectacle.

How could the well-known New York philanthropist, Mr. Kingpin, possibly miss out on tonight's milk powder sales?

Besides, it was also a good opportunity to make connections.

So, in order to reduce the risks during transport and formally confirm that Jack truly wanted to join Hell's Kitchen, this delivery had been assigned to him.

Reward: +500,000 USD

Helping the Hell's Kitchen gang transport milk powder: +100,000 Evil Points

Jack would absolutely not admit that he had agreed because the 500,000 dollars would let him pay back the money he owed Marian.

After a large bag of milk powder was loaded into the car, the other party handed Jack a disposable phone, then left with his people.

Jack walked over to the trunk and pulled the tarp tighter over it before getting into the car and driving toward the weapons exhibition.

Halfway there, Jack received a call from Marian. She had spent the entire morning asking around Hell's Kitchen and had finally learned Bullseye's whereabouts.

At present, this assassin who could kill a man with a toothpick from ninety-one meters away was still in the startup phase of his assassin career. He had taken on quite a few dangerous, high-paying jobs, and his reputation was gradually growing. It would not be long before Kingpin hired him as his personal lackey.

So when Bullseye heard Marian's assassination proposal, he suspected she was trying to ruin his reputation.

Me! Bullseye! Lester James! The future world's top assassin!

The strongest assassin in the world, one who never misses when killing!

You want me to fake an assassination?!

You want me to miss?!

Pah!

Get lost as far as you can!

However, when Marian explained that this was a job involving S.H.I.E.L.D., Bullseye became somewhat interested. He had not been part of the underworld for long, but he knew there were certain forces he could not afford to provoke.

Like Kingpin, like the Hand, and S.H.I.E.L.D., which hid in the shadows, its existence unknown to ordinary people.

"A fake assassination job targeting a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent..."

"I'm a little interested, but I want more details to make sure the bullet hits where it's supposed to."

Jack, on the other end of the call, did not give Bullseye any further details. He only wanted Bullseye to seriously injure him on his wedding day, thereby pinning all the blame squarely on Garrett.

As long as it became an established fact that Garrett had seemingly tried to shoot Jack, no one within Hydra would be able to contend with him anymore.

Sitwell was nothing more than a coward who put on a fierce front. Violence alone would be enough to control him.

Ward had currently been sent abroad, but after the deep impression Jack had left on him last time, he probably would not put up much resistance either.

That left Rumlow~

Why did Rumlow see Jack as a friend?

Among so many agents, why had Rumlow fought shoulder to shoulder with Jack on so many missions?

It could be said that ever since Jack learned he was Hydra, he had constantly been building his network of relationships within Hydra.

Even if Sitwell truly remained utterly loyal to Pierce, the strike team was firmly under Rumlow's control. As long as Jack secured Rumlow, he would win.

Then, once Pierce was sent to his grave, Jack would be able to completely control every Hydra agent within S.H.I.E.L.D.

He would gain Evil Points and become the boss of a powerful faction.

That was where the convenience of being a transmigrator lay.

Knowing who to invest in ahead of time.

And how to make arrangements in advance.

Once his Evil Points rose, Hell's Kitchen would need a new boss. With both places in Jack's hands, the Evil Points he had lost would not even be worth mentioning compared to those two criminal organizations!

"Ugh, a future top-tier supervillain like me can only deliver milk powder right now..."

Jack had already driven up to the entrance of the exhibition.

Since it was a military exhibition, the security measures were fairly tight. If a bald man with a barcode tattooed on the back of his head suddenly appeared among the crowd at a time like this...

Heh heh...

It might turn into the nightclub massacre scene from the old movie.

Fortunately, Jack did not need to drive the milk powder into the exhibition. After all, no one would dare snort milk powder in such a public place. He only needed to enter a nearby hotel and deliver it to the person it was meant for to complete the job.

Easy and simple.

Getting arrested, however, would be anything but simple.

He drove to the nearby Trump Hotel... Ahem! Jack truly had not expected to run into Donald Trump in Marvel too...

Seeing Steve Jobs had already been surprising enough.

And now he could run into Donald Trump as well...

In short, after Jack drove to the back entrance of the Trump Hotel, several kitchen staff came out and silently began unloading the vehicle. Jack stood nearby smoking as he waited for them to finish.

Whether they had been lying in ambush all along or had simply happened to pass by, no one knew.

Several NYPD patrol officers happened to walk by. When they saw a group of people moving foam boxes, they paused.

The moment Jack saw them, the others instinctively wanted to run. He immediately barked at them, "You ex-convicts, stop trying to run every time you see police officers! You're free men now! Don't be afraid!"

The officers exchanged glances, then walked over, intending to inspect the situation.

"Gentlemen, I suggest you leave quickly, because everything here is directly connected to a S.H.I.E.L.D. operation. Don't interfere with our work."

As he spoke, Jack took out his agent identification.

The officers looked at Jack's credentials, called to verify them, and then left.

After putting away his ID, Jack urged those lazy bastards to hurry up and move the milk powder. He could handle patrol officers, but he could not handle other agents.

After all, Black Widow would be attending tonight's exhibition as well. If someone notified her, and she happened to... All right... he was being overly sensitive.

Given Black Widow's habits, she would definitely focus only on the mission in front of her. Even if Jack stood right beside her, she might not bother with him.

A few minutes later, all the milk powder had been unloaded from the car, and Jack got in and drove away.

At a window not far away, a camera recorded the entire process.

"Tell the boss we got everything on camera. Now we have leverage over him!"