Physical Hypnosis—Please Recommend and Bookmark

Physical Hypnosis—Please Recommend and Bookmark

Clinton District, also known as "Hell's Kitchen," was undoubtedly the most chaotic, least secure area in the Marvel Universe.

Gangs ran rampant here, and the crime rate remained sky-high. It could be called a paradise of evil.

Of course, it was also a place where numerous superheroes had fought. Daredevil, Punisher, Spider-Man, and even the X-Men had all come here to crack down on criminals.

As the saying went, "Superheroes come and go, but the ace villain remains." Any superhero who fought in Hell's Kitchen would inevitably become enemies with the underworld emperor, Kingpin.

Destroying a detergent processing plant, stopping a smuggling operation, or catching a few gang members could all offend Kingpin's empire.

In the United States of the Marvel Universe, the source of 40% of all criminal activity could be traced back to Kingpin.

And Kingpin's number one thorn in the side was the future Spidey.

Since she was going to run a side business for extra income, Rimuru naturally chose Hell's Kitchen.

As for offending Kingpin? He was just a newbie-village mob. She would be delighted to farm Gold coins off him!

Late at night.

The bustling metropolis had grown quiet, and there were pitifully few pedestrians on the streets.

Anyone still wandering around outside at this hour was basically not in any respectable line of work.

Rimuru wore a black trench coat, a hood, and a mask. She had also used Mimicry to create Bat wings, gliding through the night sky like a ghost.

Just as Rimuru swept past a street corner, she heard a series of muffled whimpers below, immediately putting her on alert.

With a brief scan, Rimuru found where the sounds were coming from.

Several shadows stood in a dark dead-end alley. A woman had been forced into a corner, weakly pleading, but the men were unmoved. Rimuru could even hear a man's low, crude shouting.

"Please, let me go! I already paid the protection fee!"

"You pay the other gangs, but say you have nothing for us? Are you looking down on the Black Bear Gang?"

"No, no. I swear in God's name, I absolutely don't mean to look down on you gentlemen, but I really have no money now..."

"No money? Then pay with your body!"

Several men let out lewd laughter below, mixed with the woman's terrified cries.

Rimuru had no interest in listening any longer. The truth was nothing more than a few men bullying the weak, using protection fees as an excuse to rob a woman of both money and body.

Rimuru raised the Compound Bow in her hand, flashed forward, and appeared behind the men in an instant.

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Bang!

She smashed the back of a burly man's head with the bow. Before he could react, the world spun around him, and he crashed headfirst to the ground.

"Who is it?"

The tall, muscular men were startled and whipped around, only to be greeted by the front of a Compound Bow kissing their faces.

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Rimuru was simply too fast. Before the gang members could come to their senses, the bow had already smashed heavily into their faces.

The first few might not have realized what was happening, but the final Black man to fall clearly saw the weapon in Rimuru's hand... a bow.

In his final moment of consciousness, only one thought remained in his mind—was a bow supposed to be used like this?

The woman Rimuru had saved trembled all over, but she stared at Rimuru with curiosity written across her face.

A trench coat, a hood, a mask... Had she run into a superhero?

Rather than shooting arrows from a distance, she had chosen to hit people with the bow itself. She must have been a superhero who followed a no-killing rule!

The woman could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next second, her eyes suddenly widened.

What was the superhero doing?

Was that... looting bodies?!

Oh my God, where had this superhero come from? She was way too weird!

She was not going to kill her to silence her, was she?!

Rimuru naturally had no idea what the woman was thinking, nor did she care.

After all, it was her first time looting bodies, so her technique was still unrefined.

Five minutes later.

Rimuru briefly counted up all her gains: 524 Dollars...

Looking at the stack of loose cash in her hand, Rimuru was speechless for a long while.

They called themselves the mafia, yet they only had this much cash? How embarrassing!

Could their savings be elsewhere?

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Rimuru grabbed an unconscious Black brute and slapped him more than a dozen times, alternating left and right.

Under the intense pain, the Black brute finally woke up. Rimuru asked bluntly, "How much do you have in savings? Transfer it all to this card."

As she spoke, Rimuru gave him a bank card number.

Hearing her words, the Black brute nearly cried. Seeing Rimuru's outfit, he had thought he had run into some meddlesome superhero.

Who would have thought that she was one of their own!

"Please spare me, hero! I really don't have any savings! My credit cards are almost maxed out!"

The brute was on the verge of tears. To prove his innocence, he immediately pulled out his credit cards and blurted out the passwords without stopping.

Rimuru: "..."

He was this poor?

Since he had no money, he could go back to sleep!

Bang!

Another strike from the bow landed on his face, perfectly symmetrical with the red mark from before and strangely aesthetic.

Rimuru stood up and finally noticed the woman she had saved.

Though it was dark, nothing could escape Rimuru's senses.

The woman wore heavy makeup and revealing clothes. There was no need to guess what profession she was in.

When Rimuru glanced at her, the woman immediately froze in fear and said shakily, "Hero, the gang already took all my money. Don't hit me. I'll write you an IOU first, then pay in installments, okay?"

Rimuru: "..."

Did she really look like someone who would squeeze money out of a streetwalker?

And installments... What a fresh and unconventional suggestion!

Rimuru thought for a moment, pulled a Franklin from her hand, thought again, then pulled out another one and stuffed the two little darlings into the streetwalker's hands.

"Everyone who sees it gets a share. These are for you!"

Huh?

Looking at the Franklins in her hand, the streetwalker was clearly stunned. What kind of twist was this?

She had just seen how greedy this masked person was for money. Yet she was actually giving some to her? This was just...

For a moment, the streetwalker did not even know what words could describe how she felt!

Seeing the streetwalker standing there blankly, seemingly eyeing the other three Franklins in her hand, Rimuru immediately ran off without looking back.

"Looking won't help. I'm not giving you any more!"

Watching Rimuru vanish into the distance in an instant, the streetwalker burst out laughing.

The contrast before and after was just too great!

She was agile, loved money like her life, yet sympathized with the weak. She truly was an interesting and lovable superhero!

"Mr. Superhero, may I have the honor of knowing your superhero name?"

The night stretched on, and no response came for a long time.

"No? Did you find me disgusting?"

The streetwalker mocked herself with a smile. Really, she was used to it!

But just then, a loud voice echoed through her mind.

"My name never changes, and I never hide who I am—Hawkeye!"

"Hawkeye?!"

The streetwalker's eyes lit up. Hawkeye truly was a kind and interesting superhero!

Meanwhile, in the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tri-Wing Building, the agent on night watch, Clinton Francis Barton, suddenly sneezed and felt a chill run down his back.

What was with this super awful feeling?

PS: There was a fire at my rental today. It was incredibly upsetting—power and internet were cut off... The electricity only barely came back at midnight. Sorry for the reduced update!