A Person Becomes a God Through a Marvel Lottery
Chapter 1 Physically in S.H.I.E.L.D., but with Hydra at heart.
Body in S.H.I.E.L.D., heart in Hydra."
New York, 8:00 PM.
Hell's Kitchen, inside a hidden secret room.
"Are you saying that you were just born with great strength and don't have any superpowers?"
S.H.I.E.L.D. senior Agent Phil Coulson frowned while looking at the young man sitting opposite him, his tone filled with suspicion, as if the other party was telling an absurd joke.
"That's right! Agent Coulson, everyone has their own unique talent, just like you were naturally born with less hair. My innate super strength is a very reasonable thing, right?"
The man crossed his legs, smiled, and raised an eyebrow at Coulson, his gaze sweeping over that shiny forehead.
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Coulson's mouth twitched, and his face darkened slightly; in a sense, losing hair could indeed be considered a talent.
He ignored the other party's wisecracking, his gaze falling on the thick file in his hand as he spoke slowly.
"Mr. Loya, the number of superpowered individuals worldwide is not small, so you don't need to be so guarded. On the contrary, you can fully trust S.H.I.E.L.D.; we are willing to provide you with some help."
Loya spread his hands, looking innocent: "Agent Coulson, I said it before, I just have innate super strength, I don't have any superpowers. Does having great strength also get me questioned? Isn't America known for its freedom?"
Coulson looked up and glanced at Loya, shook his head with a half-smile, and then, following the records in the file, began to list his 'crimes'.
"A few months ago, you encountered a gang robbery in Hell's Kitchen. There were ten of them, all equipped with firearms."
His tone carried a hint of amazement.
"But not only did they fail to rob you, they were all taken down by you, and you even took their remaining belongings and firearms. One gang member was even kicked all the way to the second floor; that's not something that can be done with just innate super strength."
Loya put on an extremely innocent expression:
"You know, I'm of Chinese descent, so it's normal to know a little mysterious kung fu, right? As for taking their money and firearms, that was to prevent them from committing crimes again. Speaking of which, I actually contributed to reducing the crime rate in New York; the government owes me a reward."
Coulson said sternly: "Mr. Loya, please don't make such stereotypical jokes with me."
He flipped through the file and said again: "Then what about when you threw a stone from three hundred meters away and killed a small leader of the Japanese gang in Hell's Kitchen? How do you explain that?"
"Oh." Loya nodded calmly, a look of reminiscence on his face. "I'm an orphan. When I was a child, I didn't have meat to eat, so I could only throw stones at birds to get some meat. Over time, I practiced it. Isn't that reasonable?"
Coulson laughed in anger, reaching out to rub his slightly aching temples. Didn't the file say the other party wasn't good with words?
Is this what they call not good with words? He's just spouting nonsense.
If it weren't for the fact that Loya had no prison record, he would have suspected that the guy had gone in and undergone advanced training with those criminals.
Thinking of the order given by Commander Fury, Coulsonsighed and said seriously:
"Just yesterday, you killed Bullseye. He was Kingpin's number one henchman. Living in Hell's Kitchen, you should know who Kingpin is."
"Now, the gangs across all of New York are looking for you, and Kingpin has even issued a bounty—that's a full ten million dollars!"
"Oh." Loya leaned forward slightly, his tone frivolous. "Then what does Agent Coulson want to do? Take me to collect the bounty and then use that money to treat your hair loss?"
Coulson subconsciously touched his bald head and said helplessly:
"You can't deal with Kingpin alone; you need outside help."
"Are you inviting me to join S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Loya instantly understood what the other party meant, looking surprised.
"That's right. Talents like you, who possess superpowers and are... capable, are exactly what S.H.I.E.L.D. needs right now."
In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files, besides having power-type superpowers and powerful shooting abilities, Loya...
...also possessed a trait that S.H.I.E.L.D. needed the most. To use internet slang, he was a workhorse.
Exactly. Coulson had summarized Loya's past life; this guy worked part-time jobs everywhere during the day and also worked part-time in Hell's Kitchen at night.
He helped gangs fill in the numbers, helped the old lady at the convenience store feed her cats, repaired street lamps smashed by gangs, and occasionally even took on some assassin missions—he did almost everything.
He could be called a nuclear-powered workhorse.
Furthermore, in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s assessment, he didn't have an antisocial personality. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s periphery needed such hardworking, top-tier work... talent!
"I'm sorry, I refuse..."
Coulson sighed inwardly, while also being very surprised that the other party actually wanted to take on an underground criminal empire alone.
"I can't refuse."
"Very well, let me explain the benefits of S.H.I.E.L.D. to you..."
"What? You agreed?"
Coulson swallowed the words he was in the middle of saying.
He had assumed the other party wouldn't agree; after all, he had only briefly explained S.H.I.E.L.D.'s functions and hadn't revealed much information, let alone the benefits.
Moreover, the other party's behavior earlier hadn't seemed like he wanted to join.
"What else?" Loya shrugged. "How could I deal with Kingpin alone? Besides, who wouldn't want a government job?"
"Very well. I will come to pick you up tomorrow to report to S.H.I.E.L.D. This is my business card."
Coulson gave a few more instructions, handed the business card to Loya, and then left in a hurry, looking as if he had other missions.
Only Loya was left in the empty room, and a smile unconsciously tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"I didn't expect there to be such a thing as plot missions."
[Agent Coulson has issued a mission to you]
[Mission: S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Workhorse]
[Goal: Join S.H.I.E.L.D.]
[Note: You have entered a side plot line. Completing plot missions will bring generous rewards.]
In fact, he was a transmigrator. In his past life, he was Chinese, and like in this life, he was an orphan. He fell asleep and transmigrated to the Marvel Universe.
He hadn't occupied someone's body but had started from infancy.
He had lived an ordinary life for twenty years, and a few months ago, he recovered his memories from his past life and subsequently awakened a cheat.
The name of the cheat was simple and crude: the "Game of Life System".
Just as the name implied, by completing missions issued by NPCs like in a game, he could obtain rewards.
As everyone knew, in a few years, Thanos, that purple-skinned bald guy, would snap his fingers and erase half the population of the Universe.
In order not to become one of that half, Loya had spent the last few months desperately grinding favorability with various "NPCs" to establish connections and accept missions, and finally, he had made some progress.
But the mission just now made him feel that all his desperate efforts over the past few months had been like a clown.
[Mission Completed]
[You have joined the S.H.I.E.L.D. faction]
[Unlock Achievement: Surface of the World, Draw Count + 1]
[Mission Reward: 1000 EXP, Coulson Favorability + 10, Item: Bald Strong Brand Hair Growth Serum]
[Bald Strong Brand Hair Growth Serum: Spraying it on your head can slightly increase strength, but the cost is hair loss.]
[Evaluation: I've become bald, and I've also become stronger!]
"Just a mere side quest, and such a simple mission, yet it has such generous rewards?"
You have to know, for the ordinary missions Loya usually ground, most of the EXP was only a mere one or two hundred points, and many didn't even have items.
Just a simple act of joining S.H.I.E.L.D. could yield such rewards—it was simply outrageous.
The most important thing was that achievement reward: Draw Count + 1.
That was the most precious reward.
According to the system description, the draws could yield various magical items and super abilities that far exceeded the mission rewards; in short, there was nothing weak.
Before joining S.H.I.E.L.D., the only way Loya could obtain draw counts was by leveling up; each level up granted one additional draw count.
He had thought that was the only method, but he hadn't expected that here, just by nodding his head, he had obtained one.
Then what did all his previous grinding count for?
Did it mean he was really just a workhorse?
[Level: 6 (3700/10000)]
[Draw Count: 1]
"If the side plot is already like this, then what about the main plot?"
Loya knew what the Marvel plot was like, but he had never thought about getting involved in it. If not for that mission suddenly popping up, he wouldn't even have thought about joining S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place.
For one, getting involved with those superheroes often caused more trouble, and he hated trouble.
For another, he hadn't expected at the beginning that missions were divided into main and side plots, and the rewards were vastly different.
Now it seemed that in order to speed up his growth and be able to live well in the future, he had to get involved.
Moreover, if joining S.H.I.E.L.D. could unlock achievements, then could joining Hydra, which was always hidden in the shadows of the World, also unlock achievements?
If he could join Hydra and push both side plots at once, wouldn't his growth speed be amazing? Plus, he could use S.H.I.E.L.D. as a springboard to access the main plot.
In ancient times, there was Guan Yu, whose body was in the Cao camp but whose heart was in Han.
Today, there is me, Loya, with my body in S.H.I.E.L.D. and my heart in... uh... whichever organization releases the most and simplest missions, that one is my big brother.
Hydra, hurry up and come win me over!
2 Hiring someone to kill yourself
Hired an assassin to kill himself
"Today is truly a good day."
After leaving the secret room, Loya bought some fatty beef, lamb, meatballs, and a variety of vegetables at his usual convenience store.
He was going home to cook a spicy hotpot and have a big meal to celebrate.
He found a new way to open the system and got another lottery chance. His growth rate would be much faster in the future, and he was one step closer to living well, which was worth celebrating!
However, he hadn't used the lottery chance rewarded by the system yet. He planned to use the metaphysics lottery method.
As the saying goes, for a probabilistic event like a lottery, if you don't play metaphysics, isn't it a waste to draw?
What if it works?
As for the threat from Kingpin, Loya didn't care too much.
According to his observations, this Universe was a movie Universe, but not purely so; it might be a movie Universe variant.
Kingpin in this Universe, aside from being tall, fat, incredibly strong, and having his influence spread throughout New York, was actually just so-so.
Compared to the big shots who would later destroy cities, shatter Planets, or even toy with timelines, he was nothing.
For Loya to deal with Kingpin, that fat guy, it would be as easy as pie, if not effortless.
Because Kingpin, no matter what, was still within the human category, but Loya... that was hard to say.
He left Kingpin to cause trouble in Hell's Kitchen entirely to use him as a quest generator.
Many high-difficulty quests he had taken before were triggered because of Kingpin, so it was best to maintain the status quo for a short time.
Quests aren't just main and side quests; there should be daily quests too.
Soon, Loya arrived at his "home" in this World.
A three-story small building sandwiched between two apartment buildings.
He used to live in an basement, but after awakening the system, he created some local features in Hell's Kitchen, which allowed him to move into this house.
Loya hummed a cheerful tune, walking towards his door in a good mood. As his hand touched the doorknob, his smile instantly vanished, and his expression suddenly changed.
There's a problem!
[Ability: Brave One of the Furniture City]
[Effect: When in contact with furniture or in a space surrounded by a certain amount of furniture, Strength, Constitution, Skill, and Perception will greatly increase. The more furniture, the stronger the bonus.]
[Evaluation: If the Universe were a furniture city, you would be invincible!]
This was the special ability he drew from the lottery, very abstract, but extremely powerful, even on a conceptual level.
Upon touching the door, which was furniture, Loya's Perception greatly increased, detecting a slight threat behind the door.
He didn't hesitate to jump back, nearly ten meters away.
The moment he landed.
Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out, the first floor was instantly mostly destroyed, the entire house was tottering, flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.
"Damn it! I only rented this house for a month!"
"Kingpin, you bastard!"
Loya knew it was Kingpin who did it, even if he had to think with his leg hair. He had even taken on assassination missions from him before, truly showing no old affections.
"Still coming?"
Seeing that the explosion had no effect, dozens of figures suddenly appeared from the windows of the adjacent apartment building. Each person was equipped with firearms, and some even held rockets.
Tat-tat-tat!
The gunmen calmly pulled their triggers, displaying a composure not typical of gangsters. A rain of gunfire assaulted Loya.
"A bunch of trash!"
Facing firepower comparable to a small army, Loyaremained unperturbed, calmly activating an ability he had previously drawn from the lottery.
'Death's Eye!'
As a peculiar gunshot echoed in his ears, the World in his eyes instantly turned dark yellow.
Everything before him became as slow as a snail, and he could even clearly see the white trajectories of the bullets.
Red crosses also appeared above the gunmen's heads.
Loya held a small desk lamp in his left hand, and at some point, his right hand had grasped a golden pistol.
He pushed off with his legs, springing backward and to the side, leaving a small pit where he had stood.
Bang bang bang!
He pulled the trigger in mid-air, his fingers a blur, and dozens of gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.
The gunmen's skulls were pierced, red and white matter splattered everywhere, and they fell to the ground with a crash, dying without any pain.
Loya made several consecutive leaps, landing outside the range of the rocket explosion. Reflected in the explosion's firelight, he stylishly twirled his pistol and blew away the gunpowder smoke emanating from the muzzle.
[Ability: Death's Eye]
[Effect: Activates bullet time, greatly enhances observation skills, allowing easy insight into weaknesses, includes functions like X-ray vision, precise strikes, and proficiency with shooting weapons.]
[Evaluation: You will be the greatest marksman, but be careful not to have any flashes of inspiration.]
[Item: golden desert eagle]
[Effect: Infinite bullets, infinite durability, never jams, can absorb different substances and energy to change bullet types.]
[Evaluation: Very yellow and very violent, but don't let Deadpool find out.]
"Kingpin, that fat bastard, clearly underestimated me. Let me count, only 33 assassins want to kill me? What a pipe dream."
Loya pouted, put the golden desert eagle obtained from the lottery back into the system warehouse, then glanced at his house and sighed helplessly.
"Looks like I'll have to find another place to sleep." He shook his head, his eyes growing cold, "Kingpin, Kingpin, if you want to play dirty, then I'll just have to play along with you."
Although his house being destroyed made him furious, thinking of today's gains, Loya quickly calmed down and hummed a tune as he walked in another direction.
Not far from where the battle took place, a man with a very high hairline watched everything through binoculars. His throat bobbed, and he swallowed with difficulty, then quickly melted into the darkness.
...
Soon, Loya arrived at his destination, the top floor of an old apartment building.
He knocked on the door, and in the dark room stood a man wearing sunglasses, holding a radio that was playing the news from a few days ago about Stark Industriesannouncing the closure of its weapons division.
"What are you doing here?"
The man spoke with a hint of coldness.
Loya chuckled, "Matt, of course I'm here to sleep with you. Your ex-girlfriend isn't around, is she?"
A vein throbbed on Matt's forehead. Just as he was about to say something, Loya flashed into the room, skillfully turned on the light, and sat on the sofa, clearly not for the first time.
"My house was blown up by Kingpin, so I'm staying here for a night."
"Kingpin?"
Hearing the name Kingpin, Matt's emotions clearly became a bit agitated, and he pressed on, "Is there sufficient evidence? Damaging other people's property and murder, that's enough to send him to prison."
"Don't even think about it, Kingpin is very cunning, but I'm sure it's him, because I killed Bullseye yesterday." Loyashrugged.
The man standing in front of Loya, wearing sunglasses and looking cool, was named Matt Murdock. He was a lawyer and blind, and also the vigilante Daredevil, who struck fear into the hearts of Hell's Kitchen's gangs. His biggest wish at the moment was to put Kingpin behind bars.
"What? You killed Bullseye." Matt's voice grew a few shades louder, his face filled with surprise.
"To be precise, Bullseye himself asked me to kill him," Loyasaid.
"Huh?" Matt looked bewildered. Despite having hearing far beyond ordinary people, he now wondered if he had misheard.
Loya smiled slightly, slowly explaining: "That guy seemed to have injected some drug; his physical quality became much stronger, and his mind was also a bit abnormal.
He himself put out a hit contract to kill himself, and that mission happened to be taken by me. The result, well, is how it is now. He can only blame himself for wanting to bully ordinary assassins, but instead he met me."
That's how bizarre the situation was. Loya was also puzzled when he found out the employer was Bullseye, but it triggered a system quest, and out of respect for system quests, he sent Bullseye on his way.
Speaking of which, his acquaintance with Matt was also because of Bullseye. At that time, Matt was almost beaten to death by Bullseye, and Loya saved him casually once, and that's how they became familiar.
"Injected drugs? Could it be that Kingpin is still conducting human experiments?" Matt keenly caught the key point, and at the same time, made a reasonable guess, his expression grave.
"Who knows." Loya spread his hands, "But I advise you not to look for trouble with Kingpin right now. You're too weak; going there is just suicide. I don't want to save you a second time."
"..."
Matt's breathing suddenly hitched, his face unconsciously flushed. His fists clenched tightly, then slowly loosened. Finally, he climbed onto the rooftop without a word, and then the sound of hitting a sandbag came from above.
[Matt's favorability +1, current favorability: 81 (Special function unlocks when favorability reaches 90)]
"???"
Listening to the system prompt in his ear, Loya seriously suspected that Matt had awakened some special attribute, but it was good that he left.
It was a good time to use that lottery chance. The only regret was that his metaphysics props were blown up on the first floor.
If he didn't get anything good... Kingpin should prepare to swim in the Pacific Ocean.
Looking at the number of lottery draws on the system panel, Loya washed his hands cleanly and chanted devoutly in his heart:
"Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Jesus, God... bless me to draw something good."
"System, draw!"
[Congratulations! You have obtained the ability: Wind Control Swordsmanship]
3 Is this even human?
Is this still human?
The next day, Loya woke up naturally at Matt's house.
Matt went out to be a vigilante last night and didn't come back all night. During the day, he probably has to go to the law firm to be a lawyer, and there's no mission reward. He's a pure workhorse.
After a simple wash-up, Loya went downstairs.
Downstairs from the apartment building, a black Chevrolet was parked. Coulson had a gentle smile on his face, holding a breakfast in his hand.
It was Loya's favorite steamed buns and soy milk. He recognized at a glance that they were bought from the shop he used to frequent the most.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance is too outrageous. They even know what I like to eat. Fury, that damned pervert!"
Loya complained inwardly.
Last night, Coulson accurately recounting the incredible things he used to do was already shocking enough.
And today, they even showed their surveillance integrated into daily life. This is no longer just strong ability; it's practically perverted.
He even suspected that the owner of the steamed bun shop in Chinatown was from S.H.I.E.L.D.
No wonder after Hydra was exposed, Pierce still wanted to recruit Fury. This Nick Fury is indeed a talent.
Loya took the steamed bun and took a big bite: "It seems S.H.I.E.L.D. knows me very well. You guys are playing a very perverted game."
Coulson still maintained his gentle smile:
"This is a means for us to maintain stability, and also a show of goodwill from us. You entered S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar a long time ago, but we didn't do anything, did we?"
Loya smiled without a word, turned around, and got into the passenger seat.
If he really believed those ghost stories, he'd be stuck for life.
Boom!
As the engine roared, the car drove towards its destination.
Coulson looked straight ahead, feigning calmness:
"Loya, I must remind you that there will be tests on superpowers and combat abilities later. Please try your best, as this concerns S.H.I.E.L.D.'s assessment of your abilities and the subsequent assignment of missions."
He paused, then added:
"But you don't have to worry. S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't have many missions, and the benefits are very good. You won't have to work hard at multiple jobs in the future."
"Not many missions?" Loya swallowed the last mouthful of soy milk and rolled his eyes, "Then why are you so eager to recruit me? Does your Director have too much money to spend?"
S.H.I.E.L.D. has started civilian recruitment, which clearly means they are short-handed. Coulson's honesty and hairline are clearly inversely proportional.
...
Coulson's smile stiffened slightly, and he sighed: "Alright, we are indeed short-handed, but there's a subsidy for every mission you do, so please rest assured about that."
Hearing this, Loya's eyes lit up. He was just worrying about how to do more missions without arousing suspicion, and now it was like someone brought him a pillow when he was sleepy.
The biggest trait he showed when doing so many jobs simultaneously before was being short on money.
This was real; all his money was used to buy various materials and change the bullet types for his golden desert eagle.
"Alright then, the more missions the better. I'm dirt poor, don't worry about my body, I'm just one word: fierce!"
"Uh..."
Coulson couldn't help but glance at Loya and couldn't help but admire S.H.I.E.L.D.'s assessment. He truly was a top-tier workhorse. It seemed the agents in the bureau would have a much easier time.
...
S.H.I.E.L.D. branch, underground training ground.
There were all kinds of training equipment here, as well as a strange instrument placed in the corner with a large LED screen.
As soon as Loya entered the training ground, he saw two familiar faces.
One was a bald man with glasses, holding a file, looking inexplicably comical.
The other was dressed in black, holding a bow and arrow, with a quiver on his back, somewhat out of place with the various high-tech equipment in the training ground.
Coulson briefly introduced them: "This is Agent Sitwell, and this is Agent Barton."
Loya naturally knew that one was the famous Hydra fence-sitter, and the other was Hawkeye, one of the founding members of the Avengers. He didn't expect a test to require Hawkeye as a witness.
However, this was exactly what he wanted. With this Hydra member present, he believed it was only a matter of time before Hydra sent people to subvert him.
The first test was at that strange instrument.
Coulson pointed at the instrument: "This is an instrument for measuring punching power. Just punch within the instrument's range; its accuracy is extremely high."
"Oh, high-tech, huh?"
Loya was somewhat surprised that this instrument could measure without contact, just by punching. This was much more advanced than a boxing power tester.
He controlled his strength and threw a punch. A clear, dull thud echoed in the air, and the powerful force even created a punch wind.
At the same time, blood-red characters lit up on the screen: 6t!
"My goodness?"
Everyone rubbed their eyes, looking at the number on the screen in disbelief.
Even though they knew he had super strength, they didn't expect it to be this powerful.
A punch of 6 tons means he can lift at least two tons of objects and easily flip a small car.
This is physical quality that breaks the normal human physiological limit.
In other words, if Loya wanted to, he could tear them all to shreds. At this distance, no amount of experience would help. Great strength inevitably means great speed.
Barton was the most surprised.
Sitwell, that weakling who came to record information, was one thing.
Although Coulson was also a master fighter, he wasn't top-tier.
Only Barton, who was not only skilled in archery but also a master of combat techniques, was certain that this future colleague named Loya couldn't fight at all!
His punching technique was a complete mess, with no trace of systematic learning whatsoever.
If he had undergone systematic training, the power he could unleash would be unimaginable.
This confirmed that Loya was not an undercover agent from another organization; systematic punching techniques are extremely difficult to hide after training.
This was also why Barton was here. He was essentially the auditing instructor for new agents joining S.H.I.E.L.D., except that the new agent being audited now was someone he couldn't beat.
"What next? Anything else? Why are you all staring? Hurry up and test me!"
Loya snapped them out of their shock, reminding them. The sooner they finished, the sooner he could take on missions. He couldn't wait to dive into the embrace of missions.
Coulson recovered from his astonishment and pointed to the shooting range in the center of the training ground: "We also need to test your shooting ability."
Because Loya's demonstrated abilities were immense strength and extraordinary shooting skills, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s plan was to test these two abilities.
Civilian-recruited superhumans are certainly not as professional as systematically trained agents and Military personnel.
After understanding his abilities and their intensity, S.H.I.E.L.D. could assign corresponding missions based on the actual situation.
As for other things an agent needs to learn, they could deal with that later.
Currently, S.H.I.E.L.D. needed talented individuals with powerful combat capabilities.
"Alright, this is easy."
Loya walked to the shooting range, picked up an M4 riflecasually, then activated Death's Eye and pulled the trigger towards the target 100 meters away.
Da da da!
After a clip of bullets, smoke filled the air.
Coulson and the other two looked at the target image transmitted by the camera, and their eyes immediately widened.
On the target was a clear middle finger formed by bullet holes, arranged perfectly.
Sitwell's eyes were filled with shock and a certain fervor, as if he had made up his mind.
Coulson had spied on Loya's battle with the gunmen last night, but when such miraculous ability appeared before him, he couldn't help but exclaim repeatedly.
It was just that middle finger that made one's imagination run wild.
As for Barton, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s recognized master archer, his eyes gleamed as he stared at Loya, as if he had found a kindred spirit!
4The mission has finally arrived!
Finally, a mission!
S.H.I.E.L.D. branch, private office.
Fury's hand thumped on the desk, his single eye fixed on the screen in front of him, his face full of amazement.
The screen was repeatedly playing the footage of Loya's test just now.
"It seems your potential is even greater than I imagined," Fury exclaimed, a smile he couldn't control playing on his lips. "However, to become part of that plan, you still need to pass some necessary trials."
Thump, thump, thump!
At this moment, a knock sounded from outside the room.
"Come in," Fury retracted his gaze, returning to his usual seriousness.
The person who entered was Coulson.
He gently pushed the door open, a hint of helplessness on his face: "Director, Loya's identity information has been entered, but he wants to do a mission right now. It seems he's really short on money."
He didn't understand why someone could love working so much. According to reports, this guy hadn't taken a vacation in months, yet he was still so energetic and proactive.
And himself? He hadn't had a day off in a month and was already feeling uncomfortable.
The most hateful thing was that even with Loya's high-intensity work, his hair remained thick, while his own hair was getting thinner by the day. It was truly unfair!
Fury nodded: "He is indeed short on money. It's understandable for such a talent to have a few quirks. S.H.I.E.L.D. needs driven talents like him."
In the financial records monitored by S.H.I.E.L.D., most of Loya's transactions were used to purchase various metals, and besides that, he collected various furniture.
Fury didn't understand, but he respected it, especially since there were Agents in his own agency who were addicted to collecting charging plugs and couldn't stop.
He took out a file from the drawer and handed it to Coulson: "Give this file to Loya. I've already arranged a partner for his mission. You can finally get some rest."
Coulson breathed a sigh of relief after taking the file. He had originally thought he would be the partner.
Practical experience is the best teacher. Newly joined Level One Agents usually have a higher-level Agent to lead them, not only to impart knowledge during missions but also as a S.H.I.E.L.D. assessment method.
Loya wasn't from an official background. Although his combat ability was certainly extraordinary, his loyalty, psychological quality, personality traits, and so on still needed continuous evaluation and judgment.
Coulson was the first to interact with Loya, giving him an inherent advantage, and he had already prepared himself. But now it was even better; he could finally get some rest.
Constantly busy outwitting the CIA, the Military, and others, and also having to investigate anomalous events, one simply has to admit their age.
Leaving the office, he returned to the training ground.
Coulson saw Loya and Barton chatting happily from afar, while Sitwell was left aside, looking like a third wheel.
Loya was indeed very happy right now, because the system prompt in his ear kept ringing.
[Barton (Hawkeye) Favorability +5, Favorability +5, Favorability +10... Current Favorability: 60]
He just chatted with Barton about shooting tips, and his favorability kept soaring. Could this be the friendship between men? Or did he just hit their G-spot?
And 60 favorability is definitely not low; this belongs to the category of relatively good friends.
Loya observed that once it reached the passing line of 60, it meant there was a certain level of trust. Above that, the speed of gaining favorability would slow down significantly.
This is reality, after all, not like a Galgame where giving gifts can continuously increase favorability until a special CG is triggered; it still requires some special conditions.
According to his estimation, 60 is the passing line, for good friends.
80 rises to the category of brothers and best friends. He and Matt had this level of favorability. In normal conversations, he never treated the other party as blind, and the other party was happy about it. Although he verbally didn't welcome him, he always opened the door quickly.
90 and 100 are hard to say. Loya has been grinding for so long and hasn't reached 90 favorability with anyone. Once it reaches 80, every single point becomes especially difficult to gain.
However, reaching 90 favorability unlocks a special function. Could there really be a special CG?
Barton truly saw it today; there really are prodigies in this World.
After chatting with Loya for a while, he realized how simple and flawless the other party's shooting technique was.
Things like breathing and posture were not that important at all; he just aimed and shot by feeling, extremely casual.
His inhuman strength also freed Loya from being affected by firearm recoil. Every shot was like man and gun were one, hitting whatever he aimed at. He even demonstrated Gun-Kata where bullets curved.
In contrast, Barton himself, while indeed talented in shooting, had only achieved his results through long training.
One can't help but lament how the new generation surpasses the old. However, with such a newcomer in S.H.I.E.L.D., his position has a successor, making it easier for him to retire later.
Loya naturally didn't know what Barton was thinking.
Even if he knew, he would only say: "Sorry, but a cheat code is just that unreasonable."
"If there's a chance, let's spar in shooting. You can also come ask me if you have any questions," Barton said, his face full of the benevolence of someone who had found an heir.
Loya smiled and nodded, "Definitely, definitely."
He wouldn't let go of an opportunity to increase favorability. Who wouldn't want to see a special CG?
"Sorry to interrupt you two," Coulson smiled gently. "There's a suitable mission for Agent Loya."
Loya's face lit up with joy, inevitably a little excited. Wasn't he doing this for high-quality missions?
He didn't care about being called a workhorse or anything; as long as there were missions to grind, that was fine.
Without strength, he felt truly insecure. He didn't want to gamble his life on a fifty percent chance and the Avengers. Who knew if something unexpected would happen?
Relying on protagonists is not as good as relying on oneself. Asking others for help is not as good as helping oneself. What you have yourself is what you truly have.
Loya took the file, opened it, and his eyes lit up.
This mission was an infiltration mission.
Simply put, according to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s precise intelligence, a certain gang in Hell's Kitchen was involved in kidnapping people for human experimentation, and they needed to retrieve the body tissues of the experimental subjects.
And that gang was an old acquaintance.
[Nick Fury has issued you a mission]
[Mission: Anomalous Experiment Subject]
[Objective: Retrieve the body tissues of the anomalous experiment subject from the Japanese Gang]
[Reward: EXP +5000, Random Item *3]
Hiss~
Loya couldn't help but gasp.
This was the most generous mission he had seen in months: five thousand EXP, equivalent to one or two weeks of ordinary daily missions, and three random items at once was unheard of.
Is this what it feels like to join a faction and undertake side quests?
If he had known this earlier, would he have wasted so much time?
Loya kept looking, and his eyes became wet.
This mission also greatly pleased him. Almost every gang in New York had business ties with Kingpin, so this was a good opportunity to get revenge for the house explosion.
Most importantly, the mission itself made him feel an uncontrollable warmth throughout his body, as if some bloodline hidden deep within him was about to awaken.
It's just...
Why is this person my mission partner?
5I'll make you fly.
Hell's Kitchen, 12:00 AM.
Since Bullseye was killed and Kingpin flew into a rage, vowing to eliminate the assassin, this already chaotic area has become even more complex and dangerous.
Private mercenaries, assassin organizations, retired special forces... all converged here as if by prior agreement, inevitably clashing with local gangs.
The entirety of Hell's Kitchen was a battlefield of constant gunfire and gang wars.
All because they shared a common goal: the twenty-million-dollar bounty placed by Kingpin.
That's right; after all the gunmen he sent were killed, Kingpin increased the bounty just to take down that assassin.
Tempted by the money, more and more factions intervened, attempting to claim the bounty and establish a connection with Kingpin.
Every organization believed they would be the final winner, searching for the target with all their might while striking at their competitors.
But no one imagined that the culprit behind it all was driving openly through the streets of Hell's Kitchen—and in a brand-new car, at that.
"Assigning cars even to Level 1 Agents... S.H.I.E.L.D. is really loaded. Fury truly is the King of Embezzlement."
Loya gripped the steering wheel of his new car, marveling at Fury's knack for corruption while enjoying the sight of the gang wars outside.
He already knew Kingpin had increased the bounty, and he was actually quite puzzled by it.
Is Bullseye Kingpin's biological father? Is he really worth this much effort?
Or did the drugs Bullseye injected earlier have something to do with human experimentation?
The gangs in Hell's Kitchen all have some level of connection to Kingpin, and Bullseye just happened to have injected a physical enhancement drug; it's hard to say there's no link between them.
Following the information in the mission file, Loya soon drove his car to a slow stop outside an abandoned factory.
This was the rendezvous point with his partner.
Just as he opened the car door, a figure emerged from the shadows and walked toward him.
The newcomer had long, wine-red hair and wore a black bodysuit that blended into the night. In the hazy moonlight, her explosive figure was faintly visible, though she was relatively petite.
"Hello, Agent Loya. I'm Black Widow, your partner for this mission." Black Widow extended her right hand, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
"Hello."
Loya reached out and gave her hand a light squeeze, but his expression faltered for a moment. She had actually scratched his palm—was this a seduction?
His mind raced; this wasn't right.
Although he was tall, strong, and very handsome, he didn't believe these external traits would lead a veteran Agent, who had seen countless men, to actively seduce him.
Loya suddenly recalled the contents of the Agent's Handbook.
When a Level 1 Intern Agent goes on their first mission, they are accompanied by a higher-ranking Agent to prevent mission failure and ensure the intern's safety.
In reality, if one used their brain, it was clear there was another purpose.
Nominally called "protection," it was actually a form of surveillance and examination to evaluate whether the Agent's qualities were up to standard.
Clearly, Black Widow wasn't just a partner for this mission; she was also the examiner.
Loya suddenly thought of the term "Honey Trap." No wonder his partner was Black Widow and not the "Newbie Village Chief" Coulson; Fury had clearly done this intentionally.
Upon reflection, it made perfect sense. Given Fury's nature of trusting no one, it would be truly strange if he didn't conduct a multi-faceted evaluation of a civilian-recruited Agent.
Having figured this out, a bright smile appeared on Loya's face. Instead of letting go, he gripped back, fully enveloping Black Widow's hand.
To ensure he could steadily receive high-quality missions from S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future, he would just have to wrong Black Widow a little.
Feeling the warmth from that large hand, Black Widowraised an eyebrow and smiled, looking teasingly at the Master of that hand.
Fury had asked her to evaluate this newcomer's overall quality and weaknesses. Before his abilities were even seen, his weakness had already been fully exposed.
Such an upright man, yet his weakness was actually beautiful women.
Black Widow lowered her head, flirtatiously brushing her wine-red waves, intending to test the limits of the lecher before her.
However... in that moment she lowered her head to brush her hair, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her palm, and an unimaginable, monstrous force surged from her arm.
That warm hand seemed to transform into a cold hydraulic press in an instant, its strength beyond comprehension.
A battle-hardened Agent like Black Widow didn't even have time to react before all that remained in her ears was the sound of howling wind.
She was flying!
With a calm expression, Loya swung his arm violently in a full circle; Black Widow was flung into the air like a ragdoll.
Boom!
Her sexy body traced a perfect arc through the air before slamming heavily into the ground, sending dust flying.
"Ugh..."
Black Widow lay face down on the ground, her brows furrowed in pain. Her body felt weak, and she couldn't utter a word, only heavy gasps for air.
This strike wasn't fatal, but it left her without the ability to resist for a while.
"I didn't expect to fall here..."
She felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She truly hadn't expected Loya to attack so suddenly, let alone that his strength would be so immense that her enhanced body couldn't even put up a fight.
Despite her body screaming in pain, Black Widow relied on her high-level Agent training to quietly activate her recording device.
She shouted angrily, "Who are you? Did you go through all that trouble to join S.H.I.E.L.D. just to kill me?"
Loya wrenched Black Widow's hands behind her back and pinned her down with his knee, feigning confusion:
"That's a question I should be asking you. What did you do with the real Agent Black Widow?"
"Ah... what?"
Black Widow's expression froze; she was instantly stunned.
What did he mean, "where is the real Black Widow"?
Was she not Black Widow?
Was he not a spy?
She said speechlessly, "I am Black Widow."
"Bullshit!"
Loya suppressed a laugh and said coldly:
"Black Widow is a Level 7 Agent, my superior and partner. Have you ever seen a superior try to seduce their subordinate the moment they meet? Do you think this is a Japanese adult film?"
"..."
Black Widow was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing how to respond.
She had been an Agent for many years, completed countless missions, and seen more than her share of oddballs.
But this was the first time she had ever met a man who would pick her up and slam her into the ground the moment they met.
Although her body was still aching, from an Agent's perspective, Loya's actions had earned her approval.
Powerful, with a bizarre way of thinking, decisive, cautious, and... a bit of an unromantic stick-in-the-mud.
Black Widow mentally labeled Loya; this was also part of her mission.
"Cough, cough," she coughed lightly. "I can prove I'm Black Widow. In my back pocket, there's a communicator that connects directly to Fury."
Loya snorted and didn't act immediately. Just as he was about to speak, a faint sound of something cutting through the air reached his ears.
With quick reflexes, he grabbed Black Widow's belt, hoisted her up, and dodged to the side.
Three shuriken appeared, embedded deep into the ground where they had just been.
Loya stared into the vast darkness of the night, his gaze sharp:
"There's another expert?"
6Happy Wind Man
The Happy Wind Man
No one responded to Loya.
From another direction, several shuriken came whistling through the air.
However, this time the target was not Loya, but his car.
Pfft~
The shuriken hit the tire with precision, sinking into it, and the tire instantly went flat.
"?"
Loya silently typed a question mark, his face full of speechlessness. Not long ago, his house was blown up, and today, the tire of the car he just got was punctured. Was everyone just targeting his most expensive things?
"They are ninjas from The Hand. You need to be careful; their weapons are all coated with deadly poison. If you get touched by them, it's over."
Black Widow offered a timely reminder, looking exactly like a background character providing commentary at a critical moment.
Loya curled the corner of his mouth: "Now I actually think you might be Black Widow."
He naturally knew they were ninjas from The Hand. It wasn't like he hadn't killed them before; they were just a bunch of rats hiding in the dark.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A whistling sound came from in front of Loya, and three kunai glowing with a green light shot out from the night, their speed and power far exceeding the previous shuriken.
Bang, bang, bang!
Loya quickly took out the "golden desert eagle" from his system storage, activated "Death's Eye", and with three casual shots, knocked the three shuriken away, sending sparks flying.
He shouted mockingly into the night: "What era is this? You're still playing with hidden weapons? Is The Hand too poor to afford guns? Do you want me to donate some to you?"
The voice was particularly clear in the silent night.
As if to prove that The Hand were not poor, whistling sounds erupted from all directions.
A rough glance revealed at least dozens of poisoned kunai cutting through the night, locking down every position Loya could dodge to!
Seeing this, Black Widow's heart turned cold. It was all over now; she hadn't expected to die so carelessly.
Just then, a strange, soft humming sound rang in her ears, and her wine-red long hair was brushed by a gentle yet powerful current of air.
She subconsciously looked at Loya, her eyes instantly widening, her mouth hanging open, stunned.
She saw that the golden desert eagle in Loya's hand was gone, replaced by an ordinary watermelon knife.
He raised the watermelon knife and waved it forward casually.
An incredible thing happened.
A wall of airflow several meters high, composed of wind, appeared out of thin air. Even though the night was deep, one could still see the surging wind current.
The shuriken hit the Wind Wall, were instantly deflected, and fell powerlessly to the ground.
[Ability: Wind Control Swordsmanship]
[Effect: Max-level Wind Control Swordsmanship, a mysterious swordsmanship originating from Ionia in the Rune Continent, channeling the power of natural wind, including four moves: Steel Tempest, Wind Wall, Sweeping Blade, and Last Breath.]
[Evaluation: Wind has no constant form, water has no constant state. Moves are not important, mechanics are not important, KDA is even less important; happiness is what matters most! Possessing the power of wind, you are the happiest man!]
"Not bad, really not bad."
Loya couldn't help but grin and laugh. He was using the move included with Wind Control Swordsmanship called "Wind Wall", commonly known as the wind wall.
Its effect is to block enemy projectiles.
Not to mention these shuriken, even if there were ten Gatling guns firing at him simultaneously, they wouldn't be able to hurt a single hair on his head.
The only drawback was that when using Wind Control Swordsmanship, he inexplicably felt very happy and couldn't help but want to laugh, which somewhat ruined the atmosphere and aesthetics.
Seeing that the shuriken were ineffective, the ninjas hiding in the dark were stubborn and one after another walked out from the shadows holding samurai swords.
There were ten ninjas in total. Except for the leader who wore a red ninja suit, all the others wore black ninja suits, blending in with the night.
Their eyes were sharp, and they held their swords firmly; they were clearly experts who had undergone strict training.
"It's you! The guy who meddled in Daredevil's business last time!" the lead ninja in red roared angrily, as if he had seen a mortal enemy.
Loya tilted his head, looking confused: "Who are you?"
"baka yarou!"
The red-clad ninja was so angry that his native language blurted out.
He did not attack immediately but observed cautiously. The more he observed, the more confused he felt, and his palms holding the samurai sword began to sweat.
Clearly, this person in front of him was full of openings, but he had a strange feeling in his heart that if he attacked, he would definitely die!
But the red-clad ninja had to attack. The opponent possessed that peculiar ability, and only he could deal with it. If the matter regarding the Base was exposed, then everything The Hand had here would suffer an unprecedented blow.
So he attacked!
"Die!"
The red-clad ninja leaped up, and his samurai sword slashed down heavily. Around the blade, a visible wave of air pushed the atmosphere aside, with astonishing momentum!
That was a peculiar power called "Qi". When cultivated to a deep level, one could even send a car flying with a single palm strike. At first glance, it was similar to the Wind Wallthat blocked the kunai just now.
"Screw you!"
Just as the samurai sword was about to touch Loya, he lifted his leg and kicked upward, his speed so fast it left an afterimage, kicking the red-clad ninja right between his legs, making a crisp sound like an egg cracking.
The red-clad ninja flew backward several meters, crashing into the other ninjas, causing them to vomit blood.
"Uh... uh... ba... baka..."
The red-clad ninja was supported by the other ninjas. Sweat instantly soaked his mask, his eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and his body trembled violently from the pain of losing his testicles.
Loya felt a phantom pain just looking at him.
The red-clad ninja tremblingly took a syringe from his bosom and stabbed it into his neck.
Before he even stabbed himself, his eyes already revealed a twisted and arrogant smile, as if the stuff in the syringe could make his little brother grow back.
Bang, bang, bang!
Three gunshots rang out almost simultaneously; two shots hit the red-clad ninja in the chest, and one shot hit his head, sending blood splattering everywhere.
As the saying goes, two shots to the body and one to the head, even a god would shake their head.
The red-clad ninja was dead as a doornail, his body collapsing limply to the ground.
Loya blew the white smoke off the muzzle and mocked: "Hey buddy, did you really think you had invincibility frames while injecting drugs? Taking drugs openly in front of me is looking down on me too much."
"Baka, kill him!"
The remaining ninjas saw their leader die before their eyes and rushed toward Loya in a suicide attack. Their swords also had waves of Qi gathering, though much weaker.
Bang, bang, bang!
Loya's finger pulling the trigger almost left an afterimage. It was still two shots to the chest and one to the head, and the remaining ninjas fell to the ground.
Loya put away his gun, his face flushed, feeling no guilt at all, only a sense of total comfort.
Things he couldn't do in his previous life, he could accomplish once in this life; it was truly satisfying to the bone.
japanese people... human experiments... heh!
"You... what was that ability? It wasn't in the file!"
Only then did Black Widow recover from her shock, looking up at Loya, subconsciously swallowing.
The opponent's combat power far exceeded her imagination. One had to know that from the beginning of the battle to the end, the opponent only used one hand, and the other hand was still carrying her.
Loya smiled: "Don't talk about these irrelevant things. Now prove that you are Black Widow!"
Black Widow said helplessly: "I have already called for S.H.I.E.L.D. support; you will naturally know when they arrive."
Loya was shocked: "What!?"
7I'm going to launch a full-scale attack!
I'm going for an all-out assault!
This is ridiculous. What if the S.H.I.E.L.D. people arrive later, Fury cancels the mission, and the system judges it as a failure? That's 5000 experience points and three items!
This is my first mission, and it concerns whether I can reliably receive more missions in the future.
Loya said eagerly, "No need to trouble with reinforcements, I can complete this mission."
"My good partner." Black Widow rolled her eyes at him, emphasizing the word 'partner' specifically. "The Hand is related to human experimentation. We've already alerted the enemy, and it's almost impossible to sneak into the laboratory now."
She paused, her expression becoming more serious. "Plus, The Hand is too difficult to infiltrate, and S.H.I.E.L.D.doesn't know much about this organization. Their appearance here was completely unexpected. Attempting to carry out the mission without comprehensive information is extremely dangerous."
This abandoned factory was not the mission location; it was just relatively close to it.
It was usually a spot for some secret gang transactions. Black Widow had checked it several times and hadn't found any ninjas lurking here, yet it almost cost her her life.
As for why the ninjas from The Hand were at this abandoned factory, Loya actually knew some insider information.
This factory seemed rarely visited, but in reality, some unspeakable transactions often took place here.
The ninjas from The Hand were lurking here purely to secretly film things.
Yes, that's right, just secretly filming.
Relying on their hiding skills, the ninjas from The Handwould secretly film the private transactions of those "big shots" here, then use the videos to blackmail them, thereby quietly expanding their influence.
When Loya saw that Black Widow had set the meeting place here, he thought she had cleared out those rats, but it turned out that was it.
But that wasn't important; what was important was that he wanted the mission rewards.
Loya told a little lie, "I've lived here for a long time, and I have another way to complete this mission."
"Really?" Black Widow looked skeptical and advised, "The mission doesn't have to be completed, and you won't be fired just because this mission fails."
She had seen Loya's file: a man with unique hobbies who was very short on money. However, seeing him work this hard was still a bit surprising.
Loya nodded, his gaze firm. "You've already seen my strength just now; I have absolute confidence in this mission."
"And..." He raised an eyebrow. "You still haven't proven that you are Black Widow."
Black Widow was speechless. After a moment of silence, she finally nodded and took out her communicator to call Fury.
"Hello? Agent Black Widow, how is the situation there?"
Black Widow paused and explained, "Director, I misjudged. We don't need S.H.I.E.L.D. support. We will continue with the mission."
There was a brief silence on the other end of the communicator, and then Fury's voice came through, sounding eerie: "Commander Black Widow, blink if you're being threatened."
Black Widow gave Loya a charming wink and then said, "I acknowledge Agent Loya's strength. He is very surprising; he is a... good partner."
"..."
"Then I will cancel the support. Remember, you must survive."
Fury finally agreed to the request and issued the order to cancel reinforcements.
Meanwhile, Coulson, who had been suddenly woken from his sleep and was preparing to drive to provide support, fell into silence and shut the car door with a resentful look on his face.
"Damn it!"
...
"Can you put me down now?"
Black Widow rested her chin on one hand and spoke softly.
"Oh, oh."
Loya let go instantly. To him, Black Widow's weight felt like nothing; if she hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten.
Black Widow stretched her arms and then did a full stretch, displaying her sexy figure to the fullest, as if she were still testing him.
Loya didn't shy away, watching with a calm expression. Although Black Widow wasn't his type, it would be a waste not to look at such a beautiful sight, and playing the 'don't look at indecency' card would be too hypocritical.
Listening to the sound of bones rubbing together as she stretched her body, Loya felt a bit emotional.
The combat performance of these Marvel superheroes might not be overly exaggerated, but every one of them is built like a tank.
He had deliberately controlled his strength with that throw—it wasn't fatal, but it was still powerful. It was absurd that she could recover so quickly.
After a brief stretch, Black Widow put away the syringe the red-clothed ninja had intended to inject her with, then winked at Loya:
"Let's go, my good partner. Let me see what your method is."
...
Ten minutes later, in a warehouse district in Hell's Kitchen.
On the roof of an abandoned five-story apartment building about a few hundred meters away from the warehouse district.
Under the cover of night, Loya and Black Widow silently observed the movements of the warehouse below.
This was the location of the Japanese Gang. Don't be fooled by the fact that these warehouses looked very old on the surface; the inside was not simple.
Casinos, drug deals, sex trafficking, all kinds of smuggling—it was simply a paradise of sin, a gathering place for desires.
Loya had been here before, though of course, he didn't do anything; he just bought some rare metals to enrich the ammunition types for his "golden desert eagle".
According to S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence, the laboratory was in the basement of one of the warehouses.
But trying to infiltrate it was exceptionally difficult.
Not only were there waves of patrolling gang members around the warehouse, but there were also many guard posts. These guards weren't holding guns; they were holding damn RPGs.
Furthermore, those homeless people wandering around the edge of the warehouse, digging through trash and picking up things others had discarded, he could tell were actually plainclothes ninjas from The Hand.
One can only say, as expected of ninjas, to be able to endure even this.
Even if these were overcome, there was still the issue inside the warehouse.
Black Widow put down her binoculars; she had quickly scanned the environment around the warehouse.
The result was not very ideal.
The patrolling gang members and guard posts were secondary; the key was that this warehouse district had installed dozens, if not hundreds, of cameras, monitoring every spot without blind spots—it was practically comparable to their own Director's style.
The difficulty of infiltrating had increased significantly.
And now, another change had occurred.
People were leaving the warehouse district one after another, looking like they hadn't had their fill of fun.
It seemed the other side already knew those ninjas were dead.
The Japanese Gang's current actions looked more like they were sending away old customers in advance, preparing to welcome a potential battle.
Black Widow was now very curious: in such an environment, what method would Loya use to infiltrate it?
She turned her head, just about to ask, when she saw Loyafiddling with something.
She leaned over to take a look, and Black Widow's expression changed.
On the ground, there were dozens of cylindrical grenades laid out.
When did this guy bring these up?
How did she not notice?
And what was the point of laying out grenades at a time like this?
After being puzzled for a while, Black Widow asked, "Aren't you trying to infiltrate the underground laboratory? What is this for?"
Loya revealed a mysterious smile upon hearing this. "I only said I had a way to complete the mission, but I didn't say the method was infiltration."
"Then you?" Black Widow suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Loya grinned. "Art is an explosion. I'm going for an all-out assault!"
8Humanoid Mortar
Human Mortar
From the moment he received this infiltration mission, Loyanever intended to actually sneak in.
Infiltration sounds simple, but it is actually extremely difficult.
S.H.I.E.L.D. clearly does not have a deep enough understanding of ninjas.
There are ninjas lurking outside the warehouse; is it possible there aren't any inside?
Unless he had an ability like Mystique to shapeshift at will, or perhaps a diamond pickaxe to dig a tunnel in, infiltration was just wishful thinking.
He did have a disguise mask, but it was clearly too late for that now.
Furthermore, on the system panel, the mission objective was only to bring back the body tissue of the anomalous experimental subject; it didn't say he had to infiltrate. As long as the mission could be completed, the process in between wasn't important.
And there was one more important thing: killing japanese people was actually quite satisfying. Why bother with infiltration when you could just launch a full-scale assault?
Hearing what Loya said, Black Widow was left speechless.
What do you mean by "full-scale assault"? Two Agents attacking an entire gang? And a well-equipped gang protected by ninjas at that?
How is this any different from a suicide mission?
"Agent Loya, I must remind you," her voice carried a hint of helplessness, "There are at least a hundred gang members gathered here, with ninjas lurking in the shadows. Attacking directly is tantamount to suicide."
"We are Agents, not an army. Even if you have that special ability to generate a Wind Wall and block bullets, can you block bombs?"
"And one more thing, you aren't planning on throwing grenades from here, are you? Even if you could throw that far, the grenades would explode prematurely."
Black Widow was now regretting not asking for backup. This guy wasn't as cautious as he appeared on the surface; now he seemed... a bit crazy?
But he was undoubtedly an interesting man, and she didn't want him to die so quickly.
Loya grinned: "Agent Black Widow, just watch me work. Remember to give me a high rating with Fury."
After speaking, he stood up, activated the Death's Eye, and locked onto the sentry who was looking around at the warehouse.
Loya's muscles tensed, his arm raised high, and then he whipped it forward, throwing the grenade toward the target point with such speed that one could even see afterimages.
Strangely, such a powerful throw didn't make any sound at all.
The grenade flew in and accurately hit the sentry post. The gang member standing there didn't even have time to react before he was crushed to death by the grenade.
Boom!
Following that was a deafening roar, accompanied by flames shooting into the sky. The one-story-high watchtower was blown to pieces, and the gang member was left with no remains.
The power of this grenade was clearly excessive.
[Item: high-explosive grenade]
[Effect: Explosive power far exceeding normal grenades]
[Rating: A throwing weapon recognized by ten-year veterans]
Working hard on daily missions over the past few months had allowed Loya to accumulate many of these common items.
Combined with the Death's Eye and his super strength, he could simply be called a human mortar for precision strikes.
As for why there was no sound when throwing the grenade, and why it didn't explode in mid-flight...
Sorry, Loya possessed max-level Wind Control Swordsmanship.
Communicating with the power of the wind, eliminating the sound of the wind, and then controlling the wind to suppress the grenade's fuse and detonate it at the right time—this was not a difficult task.
It could even eliminate the sound of gunfire, saving a huge amount of money on buying silencers.
This wave was a complete suppression based on stats and mechanics.
The sudden explosion was something the japanese peoplegang had not expected. The air was quiet for a moment, and then a sky-high commotion erupted.
"Run! Run quickly!"
"baka yarou!"
"Who is it? I want you to die, die!"
At another watchtower not far from the exploded one, that gang member immediately sounded the alarm and shouted anxiously:
"Under attack! Under attack! It's a mortar! It's a mor..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a high-explosive grenade smashed into his head, shattering him and the watchtower together.
Obviously, no one thought this was a grenade thrown by someone. Regardless of the power or the distance, these gang members all assumed that a hostile force had invaded and was even using mortars in the neighborhood.
The reaction speed of the japanese people gang was quite fast; it seemed they had been trained, and they quickly hid behind cover.
Unfortunately, it was useless. high-explosive grenades were accurately thrown next to the cover. The shrapnel couldn't hurt them, but the powerful Impact shattered their internal organs.
With no other choice, they could only swarm toward the warehouse. The warehouse here was reinforced and could at least provide some protection.
"Baka! To dare to use a mortar in the city, the local gangs are truly too impolite, with no rules at all!"
Inside the warehouse, a balding gang member who appeared to be high-ranking was curled up under a gambling table, cursing with a twisted expression.
But soon, he realized he was wrong.
Because a green cylindrical object landed in front of him.
"Nani?"
"A grenade?"
Boom!
Flames spewed out, and the violent Impact destroyed everything within range, sending the gang members inside the warehouse to hell along with their final words.
On the roof of the apartment building.
Loya's arms were swinging so fast they created afterimages. His face was flushed, his mouth curled into a grin, and he let out a smile from the bottom of his heart, which looked extremely sunny under the hazy moonlight.
He was satisfied, but Black Widow on the side was completely petrified watching him.
The scene before her eyes had essentially assaulted her worldview.
Throwing grenades across a distance of several hundred meters was one thing, but the accuracy was also this precise.
Precision strikes weren't entirely unacceptable, but why... could the grenades turn corners?
Her body had been enhanced, and her eyesight was excellent. She had seen with her own eyes a grenade turn a corner and fly into the warehouse, sending the people inside to heaven.
Automatic guided grenades, right?
And it was an automatic guided grenade launched by a human, for crying out loud.
This made Black Widow even more interested in Loya, but before that, she felt it was necessary to record this scene that defied common sense.
So she turned on the miniature camera she was carrying and started recording.
Under the continuous bombardment of high-explosive grenades, the entire warehouse area was ravaged and left in ruins, with corpses and remains everywhere.
Those ninjas who were not in the warehouse area were not all idiots; they finally followed the direction of the grenade throws and found the throwing location.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Except for a small portion of gang members hiding in the warehouse, almost everyone outside the warehouse was dead.
Even those who were lucky were either missing arms or legs, or were on the verge of death.
"baka yarou!"
The ninjas shouted angrily and rushed toward the apartment building, determined to take revenge.
Black Widow noticed the rapidly approaching ninjas and was just about to grab her gun to help.
But Loya had already prepared before her.
He stood by the wall, holding an extended-magazine Barrett, and began to "send warmth" to the ninjas.
Reload, fire, reload, fire...
The roar of the sniper rifle resounded through the night sky, loud and dense.
Black Widow was shocked again. Someone could actually play a Barrett heavy sniper rifle like a submachine gun.
Can a human have this kind of strength and precision?
At this moment, Loya's hand speed was so fast it created afterimages. The sniper rifle fired quickly and accurately, one shot for one ninja.
A few minutes later, the gunfire ceased, and dozens of ninjas dressed in black lay under the apartment building.
They were indeed worthy of the title of ninja, not making a sound even after being hit by a Barrett.
The members outside were basically wiped out; all that remained was to enter the laboratory.
"Let's go, Agent Black Widow."
Loya grinned and headed downstairs first.
Black Widow was stunned for a moment, then smiled and hurriedly followed. As the examiner, she hadn't done anything other than cheer him on from the sidelines.
Just as they reached a stairwell, Loya's footsteps paused. A system prompt sounded in his ears; it was a brand-new mission.
[Triggered Special Elite Battle]
[Mission: Deliverance]
[Objective: Help the anomalous experimental subject find deliverance]
[Reward: EXP +5000, Random Precious Item *1, Special Item *1]
"!!!"
9Special elite battle, liberation
Special Elite Battle, release.
"Special Elite Battle?"
Loya couldn't help but feel surprised; this was the first time he had triggered this type of special mission.
It can only be said that it lives up to the reputation of being a side quest after joining a faction; there's even extra money to be made.
One elite combat mission plus one side quest mission, totaling 10,000 experience points.
This is equivalent to ten days or half a month of daily missions under intense grinding conditions.
If I had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and unlocked side quests earlier, I would have taken off long ago.
Furthermore, the precious items and special items displayed on the system prompt are rewards with clearly defined rarity levels that have never appeared before.
Previous mission rewards were almost all random items, with huge differences between the upper and lower limits.
Ranging from powerful weapons to pots and pans, they were completely different styles.
But this time, it unprecedentedly prompted precious items and special items, instantly maxing out Loya's anticipation.
There are no weak items produced by the system.
Moreover, the improvement brought by powerful items is visible to the naked eye; he understands the principle of a snowball growing larger.
"What? Is there an abnormal situation?"
At this moment, Black Widow had just come downstairs. Seeing Loya standing at the staircase, she thought there was an abnormal situation.
She asked, while simultaneously quickly lowering her body, performing a light roll to land by the wall at the staircase, her eyes gazing vigilantly at Loya.
Loya rubbed his stomach and smiled slightly: "I was wondering what to have for a midnight snack after completing the mission."
"You..."
Black Widow sighed helplessly, wanting to ask if thinking about this now was a bit inappropriate, but considering his superhuman strength, he certainly had the confidence to do so.
So she smiled and replied:
"I think eating chicken is better; good luck, eat chicken tonight."
"Not bad, not bad, worthy of being a top Agent, you really know how to live." Loya couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "Then let's make it quick and eat chicken tonight."
After speaking, he dashed out of the apartment building and cautiously approached the warehouse area.
Although the power of a high-explosive grenade is very strong, there are always a few sons of destiny who manage to save their lives on the edge of the explosion, just missing a few parts.
When they saw Loya, the culprit, walking over, they cursed loudly.
"baka yarou!"
"How dare you attack us! Lord behind us will not let you off!"
"I will kill your whole family!"
"You..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Loya quickly pulled the trigger, still two shots to the body and one to the head, sending these gang members struggling on the edge of death straight to hell.
No choice, he was just kind-hearted; he couldn't bear to see others in so much pain, so he had to help.
He sneered inwardly: "Do you think the one behind you is Zoffy? 'Lord', my foot!"
Black Widow nodded upon seeing this; this Mozambique shooting technique was used very skillfully. He was good material for an assassin.
According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s information, the two quickly found the warehouse containing the underground laboratory.
But they didn't enter directly; instead, they first finished off the gang members who had hidden in various warehouses to escape the bombing one by one.
Since the infiltration mission had turned into an extermination mission, they certainly couldn't leave any survivors.
Subsequently, the two arrived at one of the warehouses; this warehouse was used to store various entertainment facilities and was usually the place with the most people.
But right in the deepest part of this warehouse, a mezzanine was partitioned off, which contained the entrance to the underground laboratory. The Hand played a good trick of hiding in plain sight.
Loya stood next to the heavy iron door at the entrance and whispered:
"Agent Black Widow, stand further back, I will open the door."
Don't misunderstand, this wasn't gentlemanly conduct; it was purely because he could cast a Wind Wall and wasn't afraid of any attacks that might occur when opening the iron door.
Loya cast a Wind Wall on himself, then grabbed the handle of the iron door, his muscles tensed, almost bursting his sleeves, and then pulled back hard. Immediately, a teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting rang out, and the iron door was twisted out of shape.
The heavy iron door, which originally required a password and various verifications to open, was forcibly ripped open by brute force just like that.
Black Widow was already used to this; a strength-based superpower is indeed powerful.
The moment the iron door opened, intense gunfire rang out.
As expected, the researchers in the underground laboratory were waiting to ambush them.
It was just a pity that his careful preparation was in vain.
When the bullets were a few centimeters away from Loya, they lost their kinetic energy and fell to the ground with a clatter.
"No... this is impossible!"
"You are an evil spirit! You must be an evil spirit!"
A middle-aged japanese people man stood at the staircase, holding an M4 rifle, looking at Loya in disbelief, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in his life.
Loya ignored him and turned to look at Black Widow: "Should we take this one back for interrogation?"
Before Black Widow could speak, the middle-aged man below had already collapsed to the ground.
Loya stepped forward to check; it turned out he had committed suicide by taking poison.
"These people are really decisive; it seems they are working on something incredible."
Black Widow nodded noncommittally: "Since things have blown up this big, The Hand will definitely come to provide support. Let's take the body tissue and leave quickly."
Loya thought so too, but he was more curious about that anomalous test subject; it could actually trigger a special mission.
Fortunately, the other researchers in the laboratory were all weaklings.
Along the way, they didn't encounter any major obstacles and soon arrived at the core area of the laboratory.
The moment he opened the door to the core area, Loya's expression changed abruptly. Voices filled with sorrow, pain, and monstrous rage went straight into the depths of his mind.
These voices were male and female, old and young.
"Revenge... revenge!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill them!"
"Save me... save me..."
"I want to go home, I'm so tired..."
"Please... let us be released..."
As the door opened, what came into view was a hair-raising scene.
Inside the core laboratory, there were dozens of three-meter-high culture tanks, filled with blackish, translucent solution.
And in the solution, incomplete human bodies were soaking, men, women, old, and young, and even infants.
Their body parts had different missing pieces: eyes, noses, limbs, internal organs, skin...
And in the very center of all the culture tanks, there was a huge pool filled with viscous, blackish blood, emitting a shocking stench, like the smell of a corpse that had been decaying for a long time.
Around the blood pool were some twisted black characters; a glance at them made one's eyes sting and one's head feel chaotic.
In the blood pool lay a huge humanoid corpse about three meters tall, with obvious stitching marks on its body.
It was obvious that the missing body parts in the culture tanks were used to assemble the existence in the blood pool.
"What on earth are these damn guys doing?"
Black Widow's face turned pale; even with her many years of experience as an Agent and having seen countless terrible scenes, she had never seen such an atrocious scene.
They had actually pieced together a monster using other people's body parts, a strange blood pool, twisted symbols—it was clearly full of scientific instruments, but it looked like a site for a cult sacrifice. The fusion of the two was contradictory and eerie.
Loya's expression was cold. The scene before him made his body heat up; he wished he could kill all the people from The Hand. Sure enough, scum are scum in another World too, these damn japanese people.
His mind was still filled with countless voices begging for release, which made him even angrier.
The "Special Elite Battle" displayed by the system mission didn't involve a battle; the stitched corpse in front of him, or rather what these voices were asking for, was just to be released sooner.
Loya glanced at Black Widow; Black Widow clearly hadn't heard these voices.
"Could it be because my mental power is strong that I can hear the voices of the dead?" This thought flashed through his mind.
He thought for a moment, sighed, and decided to finish the mission first before doing anything else.
Loya walked to the side of the blood pool, took out two test tubes, and used a knife to cut the corpse's body tissue.
Strangely, the corpse was abnormally tough, as if cutting some kind of tough leather; he had to cut several times to cut off a small piece of body tissue.
Moreover, no blood flowed out from inside the corpse, but rather a pure black viscous liquid.
Immediately after, he collected a portion of the blood from the blood pool and tossed the two test tubes to Black Widow.
"Agent Black Widow, is there anything else that needs to be collected?"
Black Widow shook her head: "That's enough. What are you going to do now?"
"Of course, destroy everything here."
Loya's smile was very cold.
He pretended to reach into his chest, then took out a golden yellow grenade with a cross decoration on it from the system warehouse.
[Item: holy grenade]
[Effect: A holy-attribute grenade with extremely powerful destructive power; when it explodes, there will be a hallelujah sound effect. It has various effects such as special attack against darkness, holy purification, and soul transcendence. The explosion is controlled by the user's mind.]
[Evaluation: This is holy purification, and also merciful destruction.]
The two quickly left the laboratory and arrived at a location several hundred meters away from the warehouse area.
Black Widow was very puzzled; isn't it just a modified remote-controlled grenade? Even if it's very powerful, is it necessary to go so far?
But soon, she knew she was dead wrong.
Loya moved his mind and triggered the holy grenade.
A holy and majestic voice suddenly rang out in the void.
"hallelujah!"
What followed was not a violent explosion, but only holy singing echoing endlessly in the silent night.
As a golden light flashed by.
The underground laboratory and the warehouse above it disappeared instantly, as if they were pencil marks erased by an eraser, leaving only an empty, gaping hole.
"My God!?"
Black Widow watched in stunned silence. This is a grenade? Are you sure it's not a high-yield bomb? And what's with this sound effect? Is this still Earth?
Loya ignored Black Widow on the side; his attention was entirely on the system prompt that had just sounded.
[Special Elite Battle completed]
[Obtained rewards: Experience + 5000, Precious Item: biological egg * 1, Special Item: Gift of the Undead]
[biological egg: Feed it with a drop of blood every day; after fifteen days, it will randomly hatch a creature (the creature will be absolutely loyal).]
[Gift of the Undead: One-time item. Active: After use, it can take away all the target's pain. Passive: When receiving a fatal threat, it can block one fatal attack; after blocking, the item disappears.]
[Evaluation: The dead are trapped in one place, their souls unable to be reincarnated. You purified the dead and helped them be released; this is their final gift.]
10Women only slow me down when I complete tasks.
Women only slow down the speed at which I complete tasks.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Director's office.
Black Widow pushed the door open and entered, gently placing the two test tubes in her hand on the table.
"Fury, the mission is complete."
Fury scanned the test tubes with his one eye, put them into his drawer, and asked, "How was it? What is your preliminary assessment of this new Agent, Loya? And why did you suddenly call for backup earlier?"
Black Widow leaned back against the chair, raising her eyebrows slightly: "I don't think you should listen to these things first; you should first understand what he has actually done."
"Oh?" Fury looked curious. "Tell me about it."
Black Widow smiled without saying a word and placed a USB flash drive on the table.
Fury smiled as he took the USB drive and inserted it into the computer.
The screen lit up, recording the series of superhuman actions Loya performed, starting from the top of the apartment building.
When he saw Loya throw a high-explosive grenade over a hundred meters, Fury did not change his expression.
After all, in the investigation report, this guy was already capable of killing people with stones from hundreds of meters away.
When he saw the power of the high-explosive grenade explosion, he didn't feel surprised either; these were all in the records. Loya had very strong crafting abilities, so making some powerful grenades was not difficult for him.
But the next scene made Fury's one eye widen, and he leaned closer to the screen involuntarily.
"How did this high-explosive grenade turn? Does this comply with the laws of physics?"
Due to the nature of the organization, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s micro-cameras were extremely advanced. Coupled with the lighting at the time, the image quality remained clear even from a distance.
Refusing to believe it, Fury zoomed in on the footage and watched it again.
In the footage, a high-explosive grenade should have flown far away according to the laws of physics, but it abruptly turned mid-flight and fell straight into the warehouse door.
This scene was as absurd as Hell's Kitchen becoming a model of civilization.
Immediately following that was the scene of Loya holding a Barrett, firing the heavy sniper rifle so fast it left afterimages, as if recoil didn't exist.
However, the shock didn't last long before the footage in the underground laboratory made Fury feel an unprecedented level of anger.
Smack! He slammed his hand on the table, sending office supplies flying everywhere: "Motherfucker!"
"Damn Japanese Gang, damn The Hand, to think they dare to do such a thing! I must wipe them all out!"
S.H.I.E.L.D. had long ago detected that the Japanese Gangwas conducting human experiments, but only recently determined their location.
As for The Hand, there was indeed not much known about them; their whereabouts were hidden, and they possessed abilities that defied common sense, making them difficult to infiltrate or investigate.
The most critical point was that this organization seemed to have intricate connections with some people in the government, making them not so easy to handle.
But after watching the recording, Fury made up his mind to use all his power to eliminate these damn anti-human things.
Just then, Black Widow reminded him: "I think you need to take a close look at the weapon he used at the end."
Upon hearing this, Fury dragged the progress bar, and after a moment, his expression froze, and he turned completely to stone.
"What the hell is this?"
Fury felt that he had seen enough over the years, but he hadn't expected to see something that exceeded his understanding.
A single high-explosive grenade smoothly erased an entire area; is this reasonable? It was even more exaggerated than the super weapons he was secretly researching.
And why was the sound of the high-explosive grenade explosion "hallelujah"? What is this, a grenade from God?
"How about it, Fury? Do you have any clues?" Black Widow asked curiously. "Loya told me this was given to him by a member of some church. Do you think that's possible?"
Fury rubbed his forehead, many thoughts flashing through his mind, and finally said: "First, tell me your assessment of Loya."
Black Widow replied: "Powerful strength, unique way of thinking, decisive and cautious, possesses abilities beyond what we saw, is not tempted by women, and has a certain sense of justice. As for his bottom line, that is not yet clear."
She paused: "Oh, by the way, he seems to hate the Japanese. When he was killing the Japanese, I saw he was very happy, from the bottom of his heart. Also, he is very short on money; on the way back, he was still asking if there were any other missions."
Fury nodded, rubbing his temples hard with both hands: "Let it be then. Don't dig too deep. S.H.I.E.L.D. is currently too short on manpower. Having such a powerful and controlled superhuman will make things much easier for us. By the way, from now on, I will issue his missions. Arrange a psychological counseling session for him during the day to check if he suffered any psychological trauma after wiping out a gang."
Black Widow thought the same. It wasn't that she hadn't encountered superhumans before; those people practically considered themselves gods, ignoring laws and morality, doing whatever they wanted.
Compared to those superhumans, Loya was practically a philanthropist. Not only did he not use his superpowers for evil, but he was also diligently working to earn money—he was truly a rare oddity.
After Black Widow left, Fury silently dialed a phone number, which displayed: Former Director Pierce.
Meanwhile, Loya, who was waiting in the waiting hall, received the system prompt for mission completion as he had hoped.
[Side Mission: Abnormal Test Subject Completed]
[Rewards Received: 5,000 EXP, Item 'Physique Enhancement Serum * 1', Item 'kidney tonic * 2', Item 'heavenly halberd']
[Item: Physique Enhancement Serum (After drinking, it can greatly enhance physical functions with no side effects; due to the raw materials, the taste might be a bit strange)]
[Item: kidney tonic (Strengthens kidneys and body. Rating: One bottle refreshes the mind, two bottles ensure you never get tired, three bottles grant eternal life)]
[Item: heavenly halberd]
[Effect: Can transform into various cold weapons according to the user's will. It looks like a cold weapon, but is actually a high-tech cold weapon]
[Rating: Diaochan is still on her way here on horseback at this moment]
[You have leveled up, gained three free attribute points, and +1 lucky draw attempt. Current Level 7 (3,200/15,000)]
Loya: "?" Except for the heavenly halberd which is worth looking at, why do the other two feel so trashy?
Especially the kidney tonic; the rating says three bottles grant eternal life, but it only gave me two, right?
However... the kidney tonic produced by the system seems worth a try. He swore it was just to test the effects, not because he had kidney deficiency.
"I have another lucky draw opportunity. I'll use it when I get back. But why hasn't Black Widow returned yet? Is Furytrying to pull some shady business?"
Just as Loya was letting his imagination run wild, footsteps approached from behind.
"Agent Loya, the mission has been submitted and completed."
Black Widow walked over with a smile, her body moving with great beauty. She stopped behind Loya, placed her hand on his shoulder, and blew gently into his ear, her voice carrying a subtle, lingering temptation.
"Are we still going for a late-night chicken snack?"
Loya rubbed his itchy ear and refused with a righteous look: "Sorry, Agent Black Widow, eating late-night snacks is bad for your health. I don't think we should. Plus, it's very late now, and I need to sleep, otherwise, it will affect my efficiency in completing tasks."
Black Widow shook her head inwardly; what a man who doesn't understand romance. She took out a mobile phone from her bosom: "Your bonus has been transferred to your card. Future missions and other information will be notified to you through this phone. Also, remember to come in tomorrow for a psychological counseling session."
Loya took the phone with joy; it seemed he had gained approval, and there shouldn't be a shortage of future missions.
As for having a late-night chicken snack with Black Widow, he hadn't even thought about it.
Women only slow down the speed at which he completes tasks.
Loya only wanted to go home now to do the lucky draw, and... hatch eggs!