People Working for System in Marvel - Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Possession Card: Zabuza Momochi
Mike came to the garage and lifted a floor to reveal the entrance to the basement.
This is Mike’s secret base for storing illegal items such as guns and ammunition.
“When will it be good to drive to the space ring?” Mike was dreaming.
[Fantasy Realization] is based on the cognition of Mike II, so there are all kinds of things that [Soul Fruit] comes out.
There are common items such as sharp katana swords, vampire capes, Anbu masks, handmade clogs, and more.
There are special items such as enchanting cards, magic scrolls, detonators, blood-recovering potions, and more.
The system has its own system space, which can only store system items, and the space is only one cubic meter, which is not enough. So Mike needs a secret base.
Mike clears out the unused system space to free up the space.
Then load it with pistols, submachine guns, grenades, magazines, katana, daggers, ropes, and more.
Most things will not be used, just leave them. It’s better not to use it than not to have it when you need it.
It was already dusk when we left the underground base and returned to the supermarket.
At this time, the patrolling police began to be cautious, looking at everyone like a gang member. After twelve o’clock, hell’s kitchen is the world of criminals. Unless someone calls the police, the police will never leave the police station. For them, the night is equally dangerous.
Old Earl winked at Mike and said, “Boss, that blond chick is gone, this is her message to you.”
Mike took the tissue paper handed by Old Earl, with a string of mobile phone numbers and a charming lip print on it, indicating that Jennifer was very satisfied with Mike’s “piling service” and had the idea of doing it again.
“So what’s her name?” Mike muttered, saving Jennifer’s number. He was also quite satisfied with Jennifer—beautiful face, good figure, good attitude, and technical skills.
It is very harmonious.
“By the way, old Earl, is there anything tonight?” Mike asked.
“No.” Old Earl shook his head.
“Oh, then work overtime tonight.” Mike didn’t explain the reason for working overtime.
“Okay.” Old Earl nodded, thoughtfully.
“Also, don’t go back tonight, stay at the supermarket. After closing, immediately lock the doors and windows, and don’t open the door no matter what you hear.” Mike explained.
“Ok.”
Old Earl gets you, Mike has action tonight.
After explaining some details, Mike went out and came to [Restaurant].
“A fried rice, a Chicken Cury, packaged.” Mike ordered the order skillfully.
“OK.”
Zhou, the son of owner, smiled sincerely.
Mike’s presence has made the neighborhood a lot better, and most people are grateful.
Mike sat in a chair and took out his phone to text Jennifer.
[Are you home safe, Biscuit?]
[Arrived.]
[Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, I didn’t wake you up. When you left, I happened to be away. Sorry, I couldn’t take you home.]
[Mike, you are such a gentleman. (￣ 3￣)づ]
Mike was taken aback.
Is this a gentleman?
Where is the gentleman?
Sure enough, it’s just to see the face (???).
We chatted happily for a while and made an appointment to play together next time. It didn’t take long for Zhou to come out with a packing bag.
Mike paid to leave.
At this time, the back chef walked out of the two.
One is a chubby guy, and the other is a young and capable girl with short hair.
The short-haired girl named Li Qianhuan belongs to the X-Men squad and is mainly active in Los Angeles. She has state-of-the-art equipment in her hand that can remotely detect the X gene.
“Not a mutant.” Li Qianhuan looked at the test results and felt a little regretful that the X-Men were quite short of people.
Mike didn’t know that he had attracted Li Qianhuan’s interest. back to the supermarket,
Mike gave Old Earl come chicken cury with fried rice, and enjoyed it.
After dinner, he chatted with old Earl. Mike went back upstairs and made a plan of action for the evening.
The plan is simple.
The simpler it is, the less error-prone it is. What’s more, how complicated is it to deal with a small gang?
Then Mike slept and recharged until it was close to midnight.
Get up, take a cold shower, and put on black night clothes suitable for night action.
Finally, Mike took out a special card from the system space – the attached card.
The card is the size of a playing card, and on it is drawn a tall man with sullen eyes and wooden eyebrows – Zabuza Momochi.
[Character: Zabuza Momochi]
[Type: Attached Card]
[Use cost: 10,000 US dollars / hour. Less than one hour is calculated as one hour)]
[Remark 1: Nicknamed “Demon of the Hidden Mist”, he is the second user of Kubikiribōchō, and is good at water jutsu and silent killing. As his name suggests, he does not kill twice.]
[Note 2: This card does not come with a Kubikiribōchō sword, please collect it yourself.]
“Use cards.”
Mike held the card and meditated in his heart.
The card turned into a light spot and disappeared, and the strange power filled his limbs, and he couldn’t help moaning in comfort.
“That’s power… it’s no wonder that humans pursue it so tirelessly, it feels amazing.”
“Ding!”
The text-messaging tone surprised Mike from his infatuation. Information prompt: The bank automatically deducts 10,000 US dollars.
Mike: o(‘ω’*)o
Not to mention that Old Earl does not have 20,000 US dollars, even if he does, after deducting the cost of the attached card and the system commission, how much is left?
A thousand dollars!
So, after all the hard work, it was all part-time work for the system.
Leaving the house through the window, Mike jumped and walked on the roofs and side walls of the buildings.
Mike is wearing a half face mask just out of an abundance of caution.
Hell’s Kitchen has almost no outdoor surveillance. Anyway, once installed, it will be destroyed within an hour, so don’t install it at all.
Hell’s Kitchen is located on the shore of Manhattan Island, west of the Hudson River, and there are many small piers along the coast.
Bigfoot’s stronghold is in one of the small dock warehouses. The main body of the warehouse is a steel structure, five meters high and covers an area of about 1,000 square meters.
A few minutes later, Mike appeared on the warehouse roof.
The warehouse is brightly lit and divided into four areas.
The East District is the place where Bigfoot Gang members live and entertain. It is full of stinks and fishy smells, typical of poisonous dwellings.
The southern district is a manufacturing factory. It has a pile of chemical equipment, a group of “workers” who only wear underwear and gas masks are busy, and two strong men with guns are eyeing them.
There are a bunch of cages in the West End, holding many people—men, women, young and old, of all skin colors and races. These people paid to smuggle to the United States, and then they were imprisoned by the Bigfoot people, extorting the final payment.
Someone pays and leaves.
No one pays-
Some will be assigned to work as du workers in the Western District—under the rudimentary protection and high-intensity labor, many will not live to pay off the “debt”.
Young beautiful women or men are often forced to sell their bodies.
The north area is a warehouse, where ammunition, packaged goods, and sundries are kept.
A container caught Mike’s attention.
The container was closed, but Mike, who was on the roof, still smelled a strong stench of blood. It may be related to Momochi’s keen sense of smell as a top ninja.
With a move in his heart, Mike concentrated the chakra on the soles of his feet and walked down silently along the wall.
The door of the container was ajar, and a plastic partition curtain was hung.
With just one glance, Mike, who has always been calm, was immediately filled with boundless anger.
Inside the container was a stainless steel bed with a male corpse tied to it, which had been disemboweled. His expression was extremely distorted with pain and fear. His organs were removed while he was alive and without anesthesia.
This is a worker who died of overwork in the West End. Bigfoot Gang euphemistically calls it: waste utilization.
Inside the container were two men in white lab coats.
“You are……..”
“Hey……..”
The sound stopped abruptly.
The cold light drew an arc and flashed past.
Mike shook off the blood from the sword, his face sinking like water.