Marvel: I have the Reality Stone!

Or rather, a movie was merely a snapshot of a stretch of its protagonist's life.

In a real world, a movie's plot could serve as a reference, but it absolutely could not be trusted completely.

Just like tonight, Big Daddy and Hit-Girl had no plans to go after their nemesis, the drug lord Frank Amick.

Because these two outrageously bold people had gotten word from somewhere that Kingpin's Gang would be smuggling a shipload of "private cargo" in through the docks tonight.

Strapped for cash, Big Daddy and Hit-Girl planned to rob their fellow criminals in Kingpin's Gang, taking the most valuable thing in this shipment of "private cargo"!

And, if possible, take even more valuables!

Honestly, when Qi Jun received the news transmitted by the biochip he had manifested beneath Hit-Girl's skin, he was a little dumbfounded.

What the hell? Big Daddy and Hit-Girl were going to rob Kingpin's Gang?

Holy shit!

Had those two poor bastards forgotten to take their meds?!

The drug lord Frank Amick, who had been giving Big Daddy and Hit-Girl endless headaches, was nothing more than a dispensable dog under Kingpin.

These two could not even deal with one of his dogs, yet they actually had the nerve to go looking for trouble with Kingpin's Gang?

Did Big Daddy and Hit-Girl not know that Kingpin was a big shot who controlled half the underworld in the United States?

Or did someone want the two of them dead, deliberately leaking this news to Big Daddy and Hit-Girl to send them to their deaths?

Otherwise, had the drug lord Frank Amick simply bought off Big Daddy and Hit-Girl's source and deliberately leaked it?

After all, although Big Daddy and Hit-Girl were insignificant before Kingpin, they were still quite a nuisance to Frank Amick~

Big Daddy and Hit-Girl were like a stubborn plaster, constantly sticking close to Frank Amick. He could neither kill them nor drive them away, and there was no telling how many of Frank Amick's deals they had ruined over time. They were utterly sickening.

Fortunately, although Big Daddy and Hit-Girl seemed to have taken the wrong medication, they had not addled their brains after all.

The two still knew better than to throw their lives away. They had not proposed storming the headquarters of Kingpin's Gang to pick a fight with that legendary "fat man" made entirely of muscle.

What a joke. They could not even break into the headquarters of a mere drug lord like Frank Amick, so how would they dare storm the headquarters of Kingpin's Gang, which was hundreds or thousands of times more dangerous?

Standing beside a window in this safe house, Qi Jun, very satisfied with the fantastical effects of the Infiltrator Sunglasses, took two pocket comics out of his bag.

These were, naturally, the vessels Qi Jun had specially prepared for the Firearms Mastery skill.

He wondered whether the newsstand owner from whom he had swiped two pocket comics would get suspicious.

Of course, as an upstanding young citizen, how could Qi Jun possibly have left without paying? He had exchanged a full ten US dollars for these two pocket comics.

As for when the newsstand owner would discover the ten US dollars Qi Jun had stuffed into his cheap cigar box, that was anyone's guess.

He shook his head, shaking the newsstand owner's potentially suspicious expression out of his mind.

With a flicker of thought, Qi Jun began manifesting a "Firearms Mastery Skill Book" through the [Mutated Stone].