Kanagawa Prefecture, Yokohama.
Although the nuclear blast had destroyed Tokyo, this neighboring city had not been heavily affected.
Many temporary refugee camps had been established here, gathering large numbers of survivors.
But with the loss of effective government control, chaos and crime had begun to breed as well.
Nick Fury moved through the dim streets.
Ever since absorbing the souls of those utterly evil war criminals amid Tokyo's ruins, the Hellfire within him had become more violent than ever before.
But this explosive growth in power had also brought terrifying side effects.
Whenever night fell, the murderous impulses buried deep within him erupted like a volcano, rushing straight into his mind.
Hellfire roared hungrily, yearning to burn souls.
Once midnight arrived, that desire to kill reached its peak.
"Urgh..."
Fury let out painful, low growls.
Dark red firelight began to seep through his skin. He was now nearly unable to control his transformation.
Fury gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the flames within him with the willpower forged through years of agent training.
But the more he suppressed them, the more violently the flames rebounded.
Just then, a faint sound of water came from the alley ahead.
A drunken Japanese man was undoing his belt and relieving himself against a corner wall.
He was also muttering obscenities under his breath.
Urinating in public.
Normally, that would not even count as a minor crime at most—just a sign of poor character.
But in Fury's eyes at that moment, this tiny "sin" became the match that lit a barrel of gasoline.
"Sinner..."
A growl from Hell emerged from Fury's throat.
The last line of defense protecting his sanity had already collapsed.
Boom!
Dark red flames instantly engulfed his body.
Hearing the commotion, the drunkard turned around drowsily.
Then he saw the most