Taking Jobs

The first time he came to Kingpin's office, he encountered three of his top enforcers. If this wasn't meant to intimidate him, Jack could have jumped out the window and killed himself on the spot.

Under the provocative, indifferent, and teasing gazes of the three, Jack walked up to Kingpin's desk.

Kingpin, a huge cigar clenched between his teeth, was tapping away at his keyboard. He glanced sideways at Jack and asked, "Jack? What is it?"

Jack didn't waste words with Kingpin. He directly made his request: he wanted to take on a few big jobs and earn more money.

With control over 90% of America's criminal channels, Kingpin was naturally the Amazon Marketplace of the criminal world. Any contraband, any illegal transaction—if Kingpin wanted to know about it, there was a 99% chance that he did.

Naturally, Kingpin had no reason to refuse Jack's desire to take on more work. Jack's enthusiasm for the job also left a favorable impression on him.

If all my men worked as proactively as he did, how much time could I save in a day?

So Kingpin nodded and agreed. He took out his phone to call his accountant, then noticed that Jack's expression was a little strange. Puzzled, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Jack shook his head. "Nothing. I just thought of something..."

In Kingpin's office—or rather, his private castle—Jack could naturally control his expression. But the system notification successfully broke his composure.

The host has received Kingpin's heartfelt favorability as a villainous character. Promoted from a tool to a motivated young man. Evil Points +500,000

Jack: "..."

Jack had never dreamed that becoming friends with a villainous character could also earn him Evil Points.

Now that the Evil Points had been deposited directly into his account, Jack finally understood the true meaning of the idiom "birds of a feather flock together."

So maintaining good relations with villains, getting myself into their social circle, and being seen as one of them can earn me Evil Points too...

You should've told me sooner. Then I definitely wouldn't have provoked Colonel Ross last time...

Maybe the two of us would be drinking together at a KTV by now, singing "Song of Good Brothers"...

Regret was regret, but it had already happened. Unless he used the Time Stone to turn back time, all he could do was think about it...

After Kingpin gave Jack the contact information for a middleman, the man who had provoked three elite enforcers upon entering now wore a smile brimming with goodwill as he left.

It made Handsome Guy Number One and Handsome Guy Number Two wonder whether something had gone wrong with Jack's brain.

When he came in, he had looked like some arrogant bastard who thought he was the greatest. Now, as he left, he wore a friendly... smile?

Friendly my ass!

Did he think a smile meant they wouldn't beat him up?

When Typhoid Mary saw Jack smile, she darted to his side at lightning speed and slipped a small note into his hand. "Contact me tonight if you're free~"

After giving her a look that said, I'll definitely contact you tonight, Jack headed out.

After leaving Kingpin Tower, Jack called the contact. The man's Russian-accented English left Jack a little dazed.

If S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn't already locked Whiplash up, I would've thought Whiplash was the one answering my call...

"Sergei Kravinoff?"

So he really is Russian...

So, was Moscow not fun enough?

Why are you all flocking to New York?

After arranging a meeting place with the other party, Jack entered the S.H.I.E.L.D. database and looked up the man's name.

Then Jack froze.

This guy was actually a descendant of Russian nobility...

And the kind with a father-son lineage, not a grandfather-grandson one!

If Jack's memory wasn't even slightly muddled, this Marvel Universe also had an October Revolution. Yet this man's noble status had actually received official recognition from S.H.I.E.L.D.

That was pretty incredible!

A pure-blooded, living descendant of Russian nobility!

According to information S.H.I.E.L.D. had gathered from October Revolution execution documents, this guy had been around a certain age when the October Revolution broke out, and he had somehow survived it.

After being shocked by the man's rough yet still glorious life journey, Jack turned his attention to his abilities.

"Mysterious Voodoo Potion?"

"It slows human aging. No wonder he's lived so long."

"Top-tier athlete standards across the board. That alone doesn't make him hard to deal with."

"The Hunter? He had an instinctive obsession with hunting powerful prey?"

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s threat rating for this guy wasn't high.

But Jack, who came from Earth and possessed a natural understanding of superheroes and villains, still caught a trace of danger in the information.

Especially the phrase "hunting powerful prey." It easily made Jack think of what would happen after the other party had hunted apex predators such as tigers and lions.

Once this guy realized that truly powerful prey was humanity itself...

Would he refrain from going after those with powerful abilities?

Just like the mounted heads hunters used to boast about their accomplishments.

How could the heads of a few animals compare to those masks?

After reading the Hunter's file, Jack guessed that the job Kingpin had given him was probably related to the man targeting certain exceptionally gifted people.

Just as the Hunter wanted to decorate his display case with dangerous prey.

Forget it. I'm meeting him tonight anyway. I've still got five or six hours, so I'll go take a look around Hell's Kitchen Precinct and see whether Chief House is doing that again.

Jack figured that since he was free anyway, he might as well find something to do. Maybe he would run into a few opportunities to earn Evil Points.

So he drove to Hell's Kitchen Precinct.

This building at the edge of Hell's Kitchen was the most corrupt precinct in the entire NYPD. Its idleness was directly proportional to its level of corruption.

In the parking lot beside the precinct, dust had gathered on the windows of many police cars, and no one was willing to drive them into Hell's Kitchen for a patrol.

Ignoring the gazes of all the officers on the first floor, Jack headed straight for the second floor. Before he even entered, he could feel the walls trembling.

"Damn... Every time I come here, you're doing it..."

Jack wasn't about to show Chief House any courtesy. He kicked the door open and, looking at the two people inside who had been startled out of their wits, said with a smile, "It's fine, it's fine. Just pretend I don't exist."

House, whom he had met once before, rolled his eyes. Pulling up his pants, he asked irritably, "What do you want? Didn't we give you the Hell's Kitchen report last time?"

"What is it this time?"

The impatience in the other man's tone made Jack frown. How long had it even been? This guy was already getting cocky?

Since he was meeting the Hunter tonight, he might as well find someone to loosen up on first.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Don't come over! You... Aah!!!!"