Yasuo in Marvel - Chapter 10
Yasuo went out to improve his meals today, and upon returning to his shop, he had a terrible day—no customers at all. It seemed that with the recent gang takeover of Eighth Avenue, everyone was avoiding the area.
That night, Yasuo lay on his bed, bored and studying his League of Legends system. After six months, he had accumulated over 4,600 gold coins.
The gold coins increased, but Yasuo had no clue about their purpose. Maybe he was missing some trigger, just like how the system only activated when he turned sixteen.
Night fell, and New York City was even more bustling than during the day.
West was having a great couple of days. He had become the head of the Eighth District overnight, and his power was expanding rapidly. In just two days, his subordinates had grown to over sixty people.
Today, he received a new task from the real controller of the family, Ma Gucci: capture young girls and children, regardless of race or nationality, whether locals or immigrants. The Gucci Crime Family had always been involved in human trafficking, so this was nothing new. The only thing that puzzled West was the urgency and the large number of people required, which could easily attract police attention.
That night, many immigrants and prostitutes disappeared throughout New York. They all shared one common trait: they were women or children.
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S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, nighttime. Nick Fury stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the brightly lit New York City. Beneath the city’s prosperous exterior, dirty and despicable deeds were happening. Fury was waiting for a report.
“Knock, knock.”
“Come in, the door’s not locked,” Fury said, moving towards his desk as Coulson entered and took his place.
“Any progress on the investigation?” Fury asked expressionlessly.
“Ordinary people can practice it. The specific effects of training are unknown, but Yasuo’s training method is, um, quite simple and peculiar,” Coulson said, struggling to describe Yasuo’s method.
When Fury heard Coulson’s description of the method, his first reaction was that Coulson had been tricked. But knowing Coulson’s thoroughness, he knew the report was accurate.
“Have you verified this method? Is this really his training routine?” Fury asked incredulously.
“Yes, Director. Although it seems unbelievable, I investigated Yasuo’s sixteen years at the orphanage. For two years, rain or shine, he never missed a day of this training. The orphanage staff even bet on how long he could keep it up. Yasuo persisted for 759 days,” Coulson reported seriously.
“Alright, tomorrow, select a hundred—no, three hundred agents to undergo this training daily. Let’s see what happens,” Fury ordered. Because of Yasuo’s words, three hundred unfortunate S.H.I.E.L.D. agents would start a rigorous daily regimen.
“No problem, I’ll get it done. There’s one more thing I need to report,” Coulson said, indicating there was more to discuss.
“You mean the vampires?” Fury asked, showing he knew what was on Coulson’s mind.
“Yes, the vampires have been too active in New York recently. Many ordinary people have suffered. If this continues…” Coulson expressed his concerns.
“Some high-ranking officials in the U.S. government believe that vampires, as an ancient species on Earth, are fundamentally no different from humans. Those damn politicians facilitated a peace treaty between the government and the vampires. We can’t intervene unless the government requests our help or the vampires threaten Earth’s safety. But rest assured, I’ll keep an eye on everything,” Fury said, dismissing Coulson.
As Coulson left, Fury muttered to himself, “I hope those damn vampires can behave.”
A sports car roamed the streets of New York like a shark hunting for prey.
Soon, the car found its target—a man with short white hair and a beret. “Hey, handsome, how are you spending tonight?” a red-haired woman driving the car asked.
The man, pleased by the attention from the beautiful woman in the luxury car, quickly got in.
In a mysterious nightclub set in a slaughterhouse, the beret-wearing man followed the red-haired woman into a dark room. As the sprinklers overhead turned on, spraying blood, he realized everyone around him had changed. Their eyes turned red, and fangs grew from their mouths.
His screams echoed through the night as the vampires reveled. A man in a black trench coat and sunglasses appeared.
Had Yasuo been there, he would have recognized this as the opening scene of Blade. Unfortunately, Yasuo was at home, asleep, unaware of the night’s events.
Early the next morning, Yasuo was awakened by the sound of things being smashed. Groggily, he opened his eyes and pulled back the curtain. He saw five men surrounding Hathaway, shouting at her. After a while, they kicked her door viciously and left. Hathaway went back inside, crying.
In the afternoon, Yasuo watched TV and saw an important news report: Stark Industries was holding a press conference to unveil a new weapon.
The military intended to purchase $2 billion worth of Stark Industries’ new Jericho missile. Tony Stark planned to go to Afghanistan to demonstrate the weapon’s power.
Yasuo finally understood where he was in the timeline. Tony Stark was about to be kidnapped, and Iron Man was about to be born. The world would develop rapidly after this, with the number of superpower crimes increasing geometrically. He quickly found his bankbook and checked his savings.
Don’t get the wrong idea. Yasuo wasn’t planning to buy a ticket to Afghanistan to save Tony Stark. He didn’t have the time for that. As for saving Stark for a hefty reward, well, he considered it but knew he wasn’t a tracker like Wolverine. The vast deserts of Afghanistan would make finding Stark impossible before he became Iron Man and returned to New York.
Yasuo aimed to make a fortune in the stock market. He planned to use all his savings to buy Stark Industries’ stock during its downturn and sell it at the peak, improving his meals for several months.
“Whirr.”
A sleek black sports car stopped in front of Yasuo’s shop. A black man with a buzz cut, black trench coat, and sunglasses got out and entered the shop. Hearing the door open, Yasuo, eager for customers, came out of the bedroom and saw the man. Rubbing his eyes, he thought the man’s appearance seemed very familiar.
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