Yasuo in Marvel - Chapter 15
The next day, Yasuo felt lucky. Today, his shop welcomed two customers, and he successfully convinced both to buy his spiritual knives. Not only did this activate a new function in his system, but today he could also improve his living conditions. Everything was looking up, and he was one step closer to his dream life.
That night, Yasuo donned his Crimson Moon skin and planned to go out hunting for a few vampires to test his gold coin theory. If it worked, vampires would be in trouble, facing an enemy even scarier than Blade—the Joyful Wind Man.
After heading out, Yasuo first patrolled his own Eighth Avenue but found no sign of vampires, only two car thieves. After walking for about ten more minutes, Yasuo realized he had oversimplified things. He had no idea where vampire gathering spots were and ended up wandering aimlessly.
He thought about how superheroes in movies always had hacker skills or super assistants to provide intel. But he was alone, with no special skills, unable to target criminals effectively. Yasuo, for the first time, felt like a failed transmigrator.
Should he call Coulson?
Tell him, “Hey, buddy, I want to fight crime. Give me some vampire dens so I can punish evil and become a superhero?”
Come on, he’s not brain-dead, and Coulson isn’t an idiot either!
After half the night, from Manhattan to Brooklyn, and now in Queens, he encountered numerous petty criminals but not a single suspected vampire.
Yasuo sighed; movies were indeed misleading. In movies, superheroes always encountered the enemies they wanted to fight, but he went out full of confidence and returned empty-handed. He had no choice but to head home and try his luck again tomorrow night.
Looking at the graffiti on many walls, Yasuo noted that this street art originated in poor neighborhoods. It was rare to see such things in upscale areas.
Queens’ slums were among the most crime-ridden places globally, with hundreds of shootings and knife robberies daily. Other crimes like theft were even more frequent, especially in areas densely populated with illegal immigrants and Mexicans. New York was bright and glamorous during the day, but at night, it showed its dark side.
Back in his regular clothes, Yasuo walked down the deserted streets. Unlike other parts of New York, where nightlife was bustling, Queens’ slums were almost empty by 11 PM.
In civilian clothes, Yasuo walked, praying to find an unruly vampire. Surprisingly, at 16 years old, 5’10” with a slightly frail build, he was the ideal target for criminals.
As Yasuo walked, he heard sobbing from an alley.
“Bitch, hand over your protection fee! If you don’t, I’ll take you to the station, and maybe I’ll accidentally scar your face.” In a secluded alley, a white police officer was extorting a prostitute, his expression extremely vicious.
The white prostitute looked very thin, her hair dry and lifeless. She clutched her bag tightly, pleading, “Please, officer, my son is sick. This is his life-saving money. Please, officer, spare me this time. I’ll make it up to you later.”
The white officer showed no intention of negotiating, kicking her in the stomach and snatching her bag. He found a few crumpled bills and pocketed them, cursing, “Damn, just this much? Remember, you still owe me 80 bucks. If you don’t pay up tomorrow, you know the consequences.”
“No, officer, you can’t take this money. My child is in the hospital. This is his treatment fee. I need it, please, spare me this time.” The prostitute, trembling with fear, still dared to speak up, knowing she might get beaten up, but as a mother, she chose to fight for her child’s sake.
Although she was resilient, how could a scumbag like the white officer have any sympathy? Tired of her begging, he kicked her again and slapped her hard, leaving her cheek swollen.
Just as the white officer was about to leave, he saw a red-clad, strangely dressed man blocking his path. This outfit looked familiar—wasn’t this the mysterious person the chief wanted them to find?
Yasuo heard the conversation between the prostitute and the officer. Seeing the officer beating the woman, Yasuo couldn’t stand by. Even if she was a prostitute, Yasuo couldn’t let a mother’s life-saving money be taken. That was his bottom line!
The white officer hadn’t realized the situation, pulling out his gun and aiming at Yasuo. “Hey, buddy, today’s my lucky day. Now, put your hands on your head and squat on the ground. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll shoot.”
Yasuo drew his weapon, ignoring the gun aimed at him, and walked towards the officer step by step.
“Listen, I said drop your weapon and squat on the ground! Are you looking to die?” The officer warned Yasuo again. Seeing Yasuo ignore him, he decided to teach him a lesson and aimed at Yasuo’s legs, pulling the trigger hard.
“Bang!”
The gun roared. If Yasuo were an ordinary person, he would have been hit and crippled for life. Yasuo was surprised at the officer’s ruthlessness.
Yasuo dodged slightly, the bullet whizzing past him. Yasuo continued walking towards the officer.
The white officer realized something was wrong. This strange man could dodge bullets?
“Bang bang bang…!”
The officer fired frantically, bullets flying towards Yasuo.
“Face the wind!”
Although Yasuo could dodge bullets, it was easier to cast Wind Wall.
With only a few steps left, Yasuo knew the officer, although scum, didn’t deserve to die. He planned to teach him a lesson and get the money back for the prostitute. Yasuo grabbed the officer’s gun hand and kicked him in the chest.
The officer flew back, landing hard with a scream, several ribs clearly broken.
Yasuo searched the officer, finding a few thousand dollars. God knows how many people he extorted today. Yasuo put the money in the prostitute’s bag, signaling her to leave quickly.
The white officer, lying on the ground, sneered, “Don’t think you can get away just because you’re a mutant. I work for the vampires. They won’t let you off!”
Hearing this, Yasuo got excited. He couldn’t find a vampire all night, but rescuing a prostitute led him to a Haku Clan member. Since this officer knew about vampires, he could surely lead Yasuo to their den!
The Haku Clan refers to ordinary people who worship vampires, hoping to become one of them and gain eternal life and power. Such Haku Clan members were not uncommon among ordinary people and even in the government.
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