A Little Girl

"Man, how many more trips do I have to make...?"

"With this much powdered milk, are you sure those people aren't going through a pound each tonight?"

"This stuff isn't beer. One person can't use that much in a single night."

On his third return to Hell's Kitchen, Jack saw the same amount as the previous three loads being packed into his car, and he grew puzzled.

As long as he only used the trunk and didn't attract suspicion, his SUV could carry around fifty kilograms at a time.

It didn't sound like much, but it was actually an absurd amount!

This wasn't baby formula!

It was powdered milk for adults!

No matter how messed up a user's head was, they wouldn't snort a pound in one night!

Not to mention, he had just delivered a full hundred and fifty kilograms. He had thought that would be enough, yet he had to come back and load another batch.

"Can't be helped. That's a high-end five-star hotel. The people there aren't junkies under a bridge who won't leave even 0.1 grams on the ground. Rich people prefer going big."

"Fine, fine, whatever you say... Give me an exact number. How many trips are left? I don't want to spend all night being a delivery guy."

"One hundred kilograms left."

"One hundred? Load all of it!"

"But..."

Jack slapped the man across the face. After this fourth trip, he would still need to make another two trips. This was seriously wasting his precious time.

Besides! Even if he got caught, he could just pin it on S.H.I.E.L.D.!

After ordering the man to load everything up, Jack floored the gas pedal and headed straight for the hotel. All his enthusiasm had been ground away today; he just wanted to get off work early.

After driving toward the hotel for a while, Jack, who was about to reach the weapons expo, heard a breaking news report from the car radio.

"A riot has suddenly broken out at the weapons expo. Hammer Industries' exhibit—robot soldiers—have suddenly gone berserk and attacked Iron Man..."

"Those Hammer Industries bastards!!! They actually loaded live rounds into the exhibits!!! This was supposed to be a show!!!"

"This isn't a shooting range!!!"

His final powdered-milk delivery had run into this mess, and Jack's breath caught in his throat. He knew it! Nothing had happened during the earlier trips! Something was bound to happen on the last one!

So this really wasn't a rule that only existed in movies!

It applied in real life too!

Still, since he couldn't fly, Jack wasn't too worried that he would be assigned a mission on the spot.

"I remember that in the movie, Black Widow only took Happy with her to the Hammer Industries facility. She could handle it alone, so she probably won't call for suppor—"

"All agents with vehicles currently near the weapons expo, please come provide support. This is Level Nine Agent Romanoff. I need a vehicle... Hm? Jack? My electronic equipment shows that you're nearby?"

Jack said, "Where's Happy?! Where is he!!! Isn't he supposed to be driving for you?!"

Black Widow said, "Happy went to protect Pepper. The vehicles around here were destroyed by the robot soldiers too!!!"

Though Jack was reluctant beyond measure, he still had no choice but to answer, "I'm here... but I have something important to do right now..."

Black Widow said, "What I'm doing isn't important???"

Two minutes later, Black Widow had changed clothes in the back seat. She casually opened a foam box, looked at the neatly packaged powdered milk inside, and raised an eyebrow. "After getting temporarily demoted, you started a side hustle in Hell's Kitchen?"

As he drove, Jack calmly replied, "I'm doing an undercover mission so I can get back to an office job sooner. Right now, I'm planning to infiltrate Kingpin's criminal organization."

"Kingpin... Then you really need to be careful. He's the real deal!"

Hearing that Jack intended to go after Kingpin, even Black Widow, who was no stranger to New York, was surprised. That man had an intricate web of forces behind him, with countless interest groups backing him.

Even S.H.I.E.L.D. did not dare move against Kingpin lightly.

It wasn't that Kingpin himself was especially difficult to deal with. It was that the price of touching him was too great. Besides, S.H.I.E.L.D. sometimes had matters it was inconvenient to handle itself, so it could only leave them to Kingpin.

That was why Fury turned a blind eye to Kingpin's existence.

But none of that had anything to do with Black Widow. Though she was also a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., unlike everyone else in the organization, she had no family, friends, or tangled interests.

Before The Avengers appeared, before Black Widow found the warmth of a home, she had been a lone wolf. She would not submit to anyone, nor would she consider or worry about anyone.

So when she heard that Jack planned to infiltrate Kingpin's criminal organization, she merely offered a polite warning and did not ask about it again.

The two arrived at Hammer Industries' production facility. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Black Widow got out first.

When she reached the entrance and saw Jack still in the car, she called out in confusion, "What are you doing? Aren't you getting out to back me up?"

Jack said, "Ma'am, I can't even beat you without One-Ton Arm Strength. Do you really need backup?"

Jack, who wanted to get back to making deliveries, was ultimately dragged into the production facility by Black Widow.

A group of Hammer Industries security guards appeared.

They attacked.

They were knocked down.

After being knocked down, they were beaten senseless.

Because someone had hit Jack in the nose...

"You stay here and keep things under control. I'll go find that person first!"

After tossing out those words, Black Widow ran toward the control room. She needed to shut down Colonel Rhodes's controlled armor.

Jack knocked out the last person who could still move, glanced around, and then began searching the rooms one by one for anything valuable.

His nose really had been hit.

He had really deliberately knocked out the guards.

And he really was taking the chance to loot some valuables and earn a small batch of Evil Points.

"Ugh, this stupid Goodwill Delusion Debuff has left me with barely any opportunities to earn Evil Points all day..."

"I only made a hundred thousand while delivering powdered milk, but that's still nowhere near my 35.5 million..."

"I really want to go straight to Colonel Ross, shove him into gamma radiation, and have him transform into Red Hulk right there..."

Jack searched all the way through for anything valuable, but aside from piles of machinery, wires, and production workshops, he found nothing worthwhile.

Setting fire to this robot production facility, worth over a billion, would earn him a huge amount.

But Hammer would definitely refuse to let the matter go afterward.

S.H.I.E.L.D. would see him as an enemy too.

Unwilling to pay that price, Jack looked at the production workshop before him and put away his lighter, even though the idea was indeed tempting.

"Hm? There's a second floor here too?"

Seeing the stairs, Jack went up. After carefully searching several rooms, he pushed open the door in front of him and saw a little girl standing there, holding a soda in her hand...

"Is she mixed Asian?"