Ninja creating Chaos in Marvel World - Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Time period, Deva’s plan
“Let me see if there is any more valuable information…”
Spreading a few newspapers that he had picked up on the bed, Deva looked for information that could serve as news.
After reading two newspapers in a row without any results, Deva seemed a little discouraged, but he still picked up the third one, a newspaper called Brooklyn Morning News, which was a newspaper three days ago.
This newspaper finally made his eyes light up.
“According to our reporter in Afghanistan, Tony Stark, chairman of Stark Industries, was attacked by a terrorist organization in Afghanistan yesterday afternoon and his whereabouts are still unknown.”
“According to descriptions on the scene, three vehicles were blown up, and the twelve American soldiers accompanying them for protection were killed. There is currently no news about any terrorist organization to come forward to take responsibility for this. It is expected that in the next period of time, Stark Industrial’s stock will enter a trough period of sharp decline…”
In addition to the initial news of Tony Stark’s disappearance, the approximately one thousand written reports contained more speculations about the subsequent actions of Stark Industries, which made Deva seem a little excited.
Such a piece of news alone is enough for Deva to determine the timeline in which he is in the Marvel world.
‘Iron Man 1’ is when the Marvel world just started.
This time period is a relatively peaceful period. All kinds of monsters in the Marvel world have not appeared, Captain America is sleeping, Thor has not been exiled, and the only relatively active superheroes are probably Black Widow and Hawkeye.
The fighting ability of the two is okay compared to ordinary people, but they are like scum against superheroes.
After knowing the news, Deva’s hanging heart gradually dropped.
The fact that Iron Man hasn’t appeared yet means that the Marvel rhythm hasn’t started yet, and this time period is not particularly dangerous.
He has a lot of time to stabilize his development and make himself stronger.
As for how to make himself stronger… it’s pretty simple.
When he beat those gangster, he earned point.
1 point for each gangster who don’t have weapon. 2 point for the gangster who have knife.
As for the gangster who have gun, he have not met it yet.
Plus he can also earn point by exercising.
As long as he reached Kage level, he can handle most problems.
After all, who can deal with Amaterasu.
I can burn literally anyone to crisp.
Thinking of this, Deva couldn’t help but make his own calculations in his heart.
Now if he want to earn point, he need to find a place where he can fight or kill people.
And this newspaper also gave the answer.
Answer is Middle East.
Go and kill some terrorist who terrorise people.
In this case, he would not only be able to obtain points for killing terrorists, but also gain the friendship of that wealthy and prodigal son.
As for those terrorist organizations fighting for good or bad, he don’t care.
After all, this is a dangerous world. You able to take care of yourself is more than enough to handle.
perfect!
Thinking this, Deva seemed very excited.
……
The next day, early in the morning,
As soon as the alarm went off early in the morning, Deva left the hotel in a hurry.
In the square across the street, elderly people are walking and feeding pigeons.
Young people skateboarding to work or school,
Everyone is busy with their own things, and Deva is planning to find a place to get an identity first, and then get some money to buy a ticket to Afghanistan, and then set off to find Tony Stark’s whereabouts.
After wandering around for a long time, Deva finally found a bar called St. Ma’s Bridge.
“Hey, young man, this place is closing soon.”
It was obviously early in the morning, but the old man wiping the wine glass at the bar said this.
“I need an ID!”
Deva seemed not to have heard what he said. He casually walked to the counter and sat down on the revolving counter. He rested his elbows on the black-painted wooden counter and looked at the old man who was wiping the goblet with a flannel cloth.
The old man was about sixty years old. His silver hair had already become sparse. He looked a bit like half or one-third of Germanic descent. He had a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and was looking at the visitors who did not belong to this country.
“Sorry, guest, you need to go to the immigration office for proof of identity. This is a pub. If you need drinks, I can provide service. How about a glass of whiskey? A martini is also good.”
Glancing at Deva on the revolving chair, the old man didn’t miss a beat in his movements.
Although it is not stated explicitly, the implication is that ‘I don’t have the services you need here’.
“Then give me a glass of brandy with ice!”
After thinking for a moment, Deva tapped the counter with his index finger, making a ‘dong-dong’ sound.
The old man sighed softly, put down the clean flannel and the goblet in his hand, and gave Deva a glass of brandy with ice. Then he looked at the outsider curiously and asked, “I’m curious, where did you get the news from?”
“So, it’s an admission!”
After taking the glass and taking a sip of the strong drink, Deva asked with a hint of confusion.
The old man didn’t reply, neither agreed nor vetoed.
Deva didn’t care about the old man’s attitude, but chuckled and said,
“I met a few dumb gangsters last night, and I managed them a bit and asked about some things.” Definitely the use of Sharingan.
Yes, Sharingan not Genjutsu.
Because when they saw his eyes turning red, they considered him as demon, and immediately told him everything.
“150 dollars!”
The old man shook his head helplessly, obviously believing what he said.
“Leave your name and age and pick it up in three hours.”
Deva shrugged, picked up the frosty liquor and drank it in one gulp, then took out a black wallet from the pocket of his hooded jacket, took out several whole bills of varying denominations from the wallet and handed it over.
The old man took the banknotes in his hand and counted them, then took out a pen and paper from the counter and pushed it in front of Deva. He took the paper and pen and wrote his name and age on the blank paper before handing it to the old man.
“My name is Bernard. Just come here and report my name in three hours.”
“Thank you for your generosity and fair price.”
“No problem!”
The old man nodded and didn’t say much. He just waved his hand to indicate that he could leave.
Deva didn’t linger, put the black wallet in his pocket and turned around to leave.