Yasuo in Marvel - Chapter 2
Ninth Avenue in Brooklyn, Yasuo opened a knife shop here after leaving the orphanage. The Ninth Avenue was infamous for its chaos, with the nearby Eighth Avenue known as Chinatown. The chaotic Ninth Avenue was a mix of Black, Asian, and dirt-poor White people.
Yasuo originally thought that Sixth, Seventh, and Ninth Avenues in Brooklyn were famous for their chaos and gang activity, and selling knives would be a good market. But he quickly learned that American gangs didn’t use knives; they used guns.
Barely able to make ends meet, Yasuo often considered doing one big job and then disappearing, but the ever-present S.H.I.E.L.D., his lack of knowledge about the timeline, and the always timely appearance of superheroes made him reconsider.
After activating the system, Yasuo resorted to doing some covert black-market activities at night. He also discovered a new source of income: performing minor surgeries (removing bullets) for nearby gang members.
Yasuo’s talent gave him an extraordinary sense of knife skills and sensitivity.
His swift and steady hand made him a local celebrity after a few months. Gang members praised his surgical skills as godlike, better than any hospital doctor. Who knows if these poor immigrants had ever been to a proper hospital?
Nightfall.
Wearing a worn-out jacket, Yasuo left home, grabbing a hat to cover half of his face.
Don’t misunderstand; he wasn’t going out to be a superhero. He was just hungry and wanted to buy something to eat. After eating instant noodles at home for several days, Yasuo couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to go out for a feast.
“Hey, Yasuo, wait up! Where are you going? It’s not safe around here lately with some black gang conflicts,” a frail white figure, Yasuo’s neighbor Hanks, called out as he approached.
Hanks was a member of a gang, selling ‘laundry powder’. Although he did a morally questionable job, he had some principles and never sold to minors.
Hanks had once been a successful man, but his wife ran off with a younger man, taking all his wealth, stocks, house, and car. Left with only his daughter, Hanks fell from grace, joining a small gang to support her.
When Yasuo first heard his story, he found it quite inspirational.
“Please, Hanks, I’m not buying your laundry powder. Don’t waste your time on me; I can’t afford such luxuries.”
“Don’t misunderstand, Yasuo. I’m just warning you not to go out now; it’s not safe. I have reliable intel,” Hanks said with a smirk.
Faced with Hanks’ goodwill, Yasuo didn’t know how to refuse. Should he tell him he’s Superman and not afraid of some thugs?
“Hanks, don’t blame me for speaking out of turn, but you have a daughter. You shouldn’t take risks,” Yasuo noticed something wrong with Hanks. Despite the warm weather, Hanks wore a shabby coat, holding something in his arms—probably a gun. His ‘intel’ was likely a cover.
Hanks was stunned by Yasuo’s concern. No one had cared about him in a long time. But thoughts of rising up and providing a better life for his daughter occupied his mind.
“Don’t worry, I won’t risk my life for nothing,” Hanks assured.
“Good luck then,” Yasuo said, heading to a nearby convenience store. The feast was off, back to instant noodles.
Nighttime in New York had its glitz and glamour for those with money, but for the poor, it was a hellish struggle.
Many would do anything to reach paradise. The Gucci Crime Family, one of America’s top mafia groups, had invaded Skull and Bones’ Ninth Avenue, demanding submission or destruction.
The Skull and Bones knew they were outmatched by the Gucci Crime Family, but power drives people to madness.
At a 24-hour convenience store!
Yasuo bought his instant noodles, waiting for the water to boil. With his extraordinary hearing, he detected faint gunfire. Based on his sharp hearing, he identified it as the sound of a Chicago Typewriter. Using such high-powered weapons meant a lot of bloodshed tonight, which also meant more income for him. Maybe he could consider dining at a fancy place like Da Dong?
Yasuo murmured to himself, poured hot water into his noodles, and pulled down his hat, leaving the convenience store.
Outside, he saw Hanks running back in a panic.
Yasuo was about to greet him, joking if he had taken his advice.
A man followed Hanks, covering his mouth and nose, silencing him. A black gun muzzle pressed against Hanks’ forehead.
Before Yasuo could react, he watched Hanks get shot in the head.
The neighbor who had kindly warned him ten minutes ago now lay dead before him.
The man glanced at Yasuo and dragged Hanks’ body away.
“Just this once, it’s okay. In tonight’s gang chaos, a few missing people won’t be noticed.”
In a deserted alley, Yasuo activated the battle mode of his system, transforming into Blood Moon Yasuo.
“Justice, what a high-sounding word,” he involuntarily recited one of Yasuo’s lines.
The slaughter began!
Frankie, a small boss of the Gucci Crime Family, had over twenty lives to his name. A small gang like Skull and Bones dared to resist the Gucci Crime Family. Three Chicago Typewriters quickly decimated Skull and Bones. Fleeing henchmen were mercilessly cut down.
Frankie’s days were numbered!
Wandering into a dark alley with five or six underlings, Frankie saw a figure in red armor, a silver mask, and holding a katana standing in the alley.
Upon seeing the figure, Frankie drew his gun, pointing it at Yasuo. “Playing tricks.”
“I sense hostility from you. Do you think a gun gives you security?”
“Kill him.” Frankie and his men opened fire on Yasuo.
Countless bullets flew.
“Face the wind,” Wind Wall appeared!
A visible wind wall appeared in front of Yasuo, absorbing all the bullets.
Beyond comprehension, Frankie had no time to react. Yasuo left an afterimage, followed by Steel Tempest.
A single strike pierced Frankie’s head, hot red blood and gray brain matter spilling out, ending Frankie’s sinful life.
With a swing of his sword, a whirlwind struck the fleeing gang members. They, along with Frankie’s body, vanished without a trace.
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