"You lost?"
"I'll take care of all your magical equipment from now on."
"Then it's settled." Mindy raised her fist, and Ling Yi, understanding, raised his fist as well, the two fists, one big and one small, clasped together.
The two then began to walk upstairs.
They had just turned the corner of a staircase when they were met with a series of gunshots.
Mindy almost instinctively rolled backward, dodging the bullets.
Ling Yi clearly lacked Mindy's skills, but Mindy forgot that both of them were currently wearing near-invincible defensive gear, so there was no need for them to dodge.
A series of translucent ripples spread across Ling Yi's body, and Negasonic Teenage Warhead Dingdang and fell to the ground.
At the same time, Ling Yi raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
This was Ling Yi's first shot in this world, and also his first real act of killing.
The moment the gun fired, Ling Yi's adrenaline Rapid Speed, and he entered a state of heightened excitement.
He barely aimed, just rapidly pulled the trigger of the pistol; several times, the muzzle seemed to drift off to who-knows-where.
But strangely, every shot Ling Yi fired took the life of a gang member, and every shot was a headshot.
Ling Yi finally realized how terrifying a 1700% hit rate was.
Under passive correction, the bullet can actually curve.
Even if the bullet is hidden in a corner where Ling Yi can't see it, it can still trace an arc and enter the target's brain.
Mindy watched in stunned silence.
She could tell that Ling Yi was a complete novice when it came to guns; judging from his posture, it was very likely his first time firing a gun.
But the terrifying accuracy and the bizarre trajectory of the bullets shattered her worldview.
Soon, more than a dozen corpses lay in the corridor.
The gunfire temporarily ceased, and an eerie silence fell over the corridor.
Ling Yi's hands, however, were trembling uncontrollably.
He never expected the recoil of the pistol to be so strong. For an ordinary person who had not received any training, coupled with incorrect posture, Ling Yi's arm muscles were now sore and numb.
"There's something wrong with your gun, that's not fair."
Ling Yi gave a wry smile and handed the two guns, enhanced with increased accuracy, to Mindy.
Seeing Ling Yi's trembling hands, Mindy couldn't help but laugh, "So you're a newbie after all."
"I was careless the first time I fired." Ling Yi did not deny it.
"Now it's your turn to perform."
Once Mindy truly understood the power of those two guns, she secretly resolved that she would never return them, no matter what.
This is simply a miracle product.
As long as there is an enemy within range, there is no need to aim; simply pull the trigger and the enemy will fall.
"I think we'd better take the elevator straight to the top floor. If Kingpin realizes something's wrong and runs away, that would be troublesome."
Seeing that Mindy had wiped out another wave of enemies, Ling Yi quickly spoke up.
The Fisk Tower has forty-five floors. If we fight our way up floor by floor, how long would it take?
"That makes sense!" Mindy nodded, pressed the elevator button, and stepped into the elevator.
On the top floor of the Fisk Tower, in Kingpin Wilson Fisk's private office.
Kingpin sat at his desk, flipping through the ledgers with his large, fan-like hands.
Today is the day to settle accounts for the month, and 80% of the Jindu be fed to those Life Steal up there, which makes Kingpin very unhappy.
Kingpin had already heard the commotion downstairs, but he was completely unaffected.
On the one hand, he was well aware of the Fisk Tower's defensive capabilities; on the other hand, he had absolute confidence in his own abilities.
Just then, the office door was pushed open.
Kingpin he looked over, and when he saw the two people, one big and one small, enter, Kingpin was clearly taken aback.
"Interesting. I underestimated you little mice," Kingpin chuckled.
" Kingpin, your death is near." Mindy raised her gun Kingpin.
There was no wasted words, and no hesitation whatsoever.
This surprised Ling Yi, who was standing next to him. He thought it would be like in the movies, with the two of them going to talk for a long time.
Indeed, movies are movies, and reality is reality.
Mindy's approach was the most correct one.
Kingpin, with a speed completely disproportionate to his massive size, rolled rapidly in an attempt to dodge the bullets.
Under normal circumstances, Kingpin could easily dodge it; his reaction speed has surpassed human Limit and reached an Transcendent level.
However, Mindy was holding a pistol with enhanced accuracy, rendering Kingpin's evasion meaningless.
The bullets seemed to have eyes; they flew in a line, curving and striking Kingpin's brain.
Kingpin died just like that.
Kingpin in his death, why bullets could curve, why his death was so... ordinary? Or rather, absurd?
"Is this Kingpin?" Damon's voice rang out behind the two.
"I'm sorry, Dad, perhaps it would be more appropriate for you to kill him," Mindy said.
"It doesn't matter, as long as Kingpin is dead."
Damon walked up to Kingpin's body, looking at the man who had murdered his wife, and felt an immense sense of satisfaction. He raised his pistol and fired a barrage of shots at Kingpin's head.
They didn't stop until Kingpin's head was reduced to a jumbled mess of indescribable Masai.
"Thank you!" Damon said earnestly to Ling Yi.
He knew very well that without the defensive equipment Ling Yi had provided, which made them fearless of enemy bullets, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly today.
"What are your plans next?" Ling Yi asked, changing the subject.
One sentence silenced both father and daughter.
Their belief was to kill Kingpin, but now that Kingpin dead, they have lost their goal for a time.
"Let's go back first and talk about it later," Damon said after a long pause.
As dawn approached, Damon and his two companions finally returned to the base.
The reason they were so late was because they needed to dispose of the car and do some cleanup work.
We need to leave New York City!
The three changed out of their gear and sat on the sofa in the middle of the basement. Damon spoke first.
" Kingpin's death will definitely cause huge turmoil. It will be very dangerous for us to stay in New York City."
Damon explained.
Mindy didn't refute, but instead looked at Ling Yi.
"I will stay in New York City," Ling Yi said after thinking for a moment.
"Why?" Mindy asked, somewhat disappointed.
"I'm sorry, I can't say, otherwise it would cause you trouble."
"Are you from the special department?" Damon asked, frowning.
Ling Yi shook his head. "I'm just an ordinary enchanter. All I can tell you is that this world isn't as simple as you imagine."
"Alright, everyone has secrets. We respect your decision. Since you're not leaving with us, this base is yours. I also have Wu Bai in cash in my room; it might be helpful."
Ling Yi nodded, not refusing. He was penniless and did need money.
Seeing the slight disappointment in Mindy's eyes, Ling Yi couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's not like we can't meet. You can come back anytime once this storm passes."
The atmosphere became somewhat oppressive for a moment.
Around nine o'clock in the morning, Damon and Mindy disguised themselves briefly and left the base.
Ling Yi watched the two figures leave, feeling somewhat reluctant to part.
Although they didn't spend much time together, they forged a friendship that would last a lifetime.
Ling Yi doesn't leave New York City because it's the central location triggering the main Marvel storyline.
Ling Yi estimates that he definitely can't defeat the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit Purple Sweet Potato Spirit stop it from the Snap on his own in the future.
It would be best to rely on the power of the Avengers.
Therefore, staying in New York City is the only way to get in touch with the Avengers.
Ling Yi hasn't yet figured out exactly how to make contact.
Looking at the weapons that filled the entire basement, Ling Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He had originally hoped that Damon could guide him for a while, but he didn't expect Damon to have such a strong sense of crisis, killing Kingpin running away.
In fact, with Ling Yi's infinitely enhanced equipment, Damon didn't need to leave.
Ling Yi didn't try to dissuade them because he considered that they had just avenged their great enemy and might need some time to adjust to the Changes in their mindset.
After all, Kingpin dead, and they need a completely new way of life.
So... what should I do next?
Perhaps, I need to create a set of equipment that is uniquely my own, one that combines offense and defense.
Otherwise, it would be too low-class to go out with a bunch of equipment every time you cause trouble.
When it was lunchtime, Ling Yi realized that there was almost nothing in the kitchen.
I wonder how Damon and his friends usually manage to eat.
With no other option, Ling Yi had to ride his motorcycle three kilometers to find a supermarket, where he bought rice, flour, cooking oil, various seasonings, and other ingredients, spending over an hour shopping to get everything he needed.
Although there were cars in the warehouse, Ling Yi didn't have a driver's license and had never learned to drive, so he could only go out on a motorcycle.
It wasn't until after 3 p. m. that Ling Yi finally got to eat, and then he collapsed onto the bed and slept straight until 9 p. m.
From the moment I arrived here until now, from facing Mindy's crisis to joining Damon Kingpin, and then there have been all sorts of troubles.
Ling Yi was ultimately just an ordinary person, and he couldn't hold on any longer.
Ling Yi slept very comfortably.
I felt refreshed after waking up, and all the fatigue from before was gone.
"It seems you're sleeping well; that's truly a wonderful thing."
A voice rang out in the room, startling Ling Yi.
The next moment, the previously dark room suddenly lit up, and a One-Eye, bald, muscular man wearing a black trench coat and an eye patch sat on the sofa looking at Ling Yi with hawk-like eyes.
"Fa Ke, you can scare people to death."
"Your S.H.I.E.L.D. is too efficient, isn't it?" Ling Yi said with some helplessness. Nick's appearance was really beyond his expectations.
" S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"Oh, it's an abbreviation of your so-called Land and Resources Bureau."
" S.H.I.E.L.D., that's a good name, let's call it S.H.I.E.L.D. from now on."
Nick leaned forward, staring intently at Ling Yi, and said, "It seems you know us quite well."