Ch: 1-10
Chapter 1: Father Kingpin, Godfather Pierce!
[Recap: The protagonist is a total scoundrel, has no morals, multiple heroines, no system. The cheat is all the treasures from jackie chan adventures (awakened in various ways).]
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September 29, 2025.
A rainy night on an overpass, but there's no Maybach, only a xiaomi su7.
Because the rain was too heavy, the road was barely visible.
So after driving off the overpass, Du Zhe simply parked his Xiaomi car in a roadside parking spot, planning to wait for the rain to stop before moving on to avoid any traffic accidents.
Not knowing how long the rain would last, Du Zhe tapped the screen and started playing his usual hypnotic masterpiece, "jackie chan adventures," preparing to take a short nap before the rain stopped.
The xiaomi su7's onboard screen automatically played the episode he had last watched, which happened to be his favorite from childhood—the one where Jade becomes the Queen of the Shadowkhan.
Compared to the twelve talismans, Du Zhe actually preferred the omnipresent and loyally protective Ghost Shadow Ninja a bit more.
After all, who would refuse a Ghost Shadow Ninja who could act as a thug, a bodyguard, and even a nanny?
Listening to the familiar voices from jackie chan adventures, Du Zhe, whose eyelids were already heavy, couldn't help but think how great it would be if he had a Shadowkhan Army of his own... However, in his daze, Du Zhe didn't notice that just as this thought arose, a Ghost Shadow Ninja on the car screen actually looked out at him weirdly!
In the next second, Du Zhe felt as if someone had thrown an AE Flashbang into his car; even with his eyes closed, he felt a burst of blinding white light!
Then his body went numb, and he instantly lost consciousness!
BOOM————————
The last sound Du Zhe heard was a deafening roar of thunder!
Holy crap, what a sloppy way to go! I'm hiding from the rain in my car and I still get struck by lightning?!
Wasn't he just a bit of a scoundrel normally? Did he really deserve to be struck by lightning?!
As those last few thoughts crossed his mind, Du Zhe transformed from a 'reader' into a 'protagonist'!
Marvel Universe, Earth-200000.
18 years later... September 5, 2008.
This is Karl's 18th year in this Marvel Universe.
That bolt of lightning from his previous life, which didn't follow any rules of fair play, made him a member of the vast army of transmigrators.
And it wasn't a simple soul possession; it was a reincarnation.
He estimated that his body from his previous life, along with the xiaomi su7 he had just finished paying off, had already been cooked to well-done.
In this life, he was no longer called Du Zhe, and he wasn't even ethnically Chinese, but a mixed-race person. (From now on, the name Du Zhe will never appear again.)
His name in this life is Karl Fisk, the child born to Wilson Grant Fisk—the famous underground emperor of Marvel, Kingpin—and a Chinese woman in his youth.
He is also Kingpin's first and, so far, only child.
Karl inherited his father Kingpin's ridiculous physical talent, achieving strength beyond ordinary imagination through training!
How unimaginable?
Let's put it this way: Karl can crush the hardest bone in the human body—the skull—with his bare hands!
His grip strength isn't measured in kilograms, but in tons!
Born with Kingpin as his father and inheriting Kingpin's physical talent.
Influence and power—Karl had both from the very start.
Do you think Karl would rely on these two things to follow in his father's footsteps and take the invincible path of an underworld boss?
No, no, no. Karl isn't satisfied with becoming a mere underground emperor!
He knew very early on that no matter how large an underground force is, it can never outweigh the 'authority' that exists in the light!
So he began planning very early on how to increase the 'authority' in his hands!
How early is 'very early'?
Let's put it this way: shortly after Karl was born, once he confirmed this was the Marvel Universe, he was already planning!
And this opportunity to gain 'authority' came even earlier than Karl had expected.
Among the guests at the Full Moon Banquet Kingpin held for him, Karl saw a familiar figure.
That was Alexander Pierce, who was still serving as the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. at the time!
A bold plan immediately formed in Karl's tiny head!
While Kingpin was hosting Pierce, a distinguished guest, in private, Karl made his move!
Ghost Shadow Ninjas with eerie red eyes emerged from behind the two men and from every corner of the study, almost filling the entire room!
That's right, Karl's greatest cheat isn't that his father is Kingpin, nor is it the physical talent inherited from Kingpin, but the Xiaomi car... bah! It's the jackie chan adventures that was playing in the Xiaomi car when he was struck dead in his previous life!
When he was born, he had a strange, ferocious ghost-mask birthmark on the left side of his chest.
This birthmark gave him the ability to summon the Shadowkhan Army, one of the nine shadow legions!
He was born the Lord of Shadows!
After the Ghost Shadow Ninjas appeared, they didn't harm the two people in the study; instead, they stood respectfully in two rows, bowing slightly toward Karl in the crib.
It was then that Kingpin and Pierce noticed Karl's eyes had also turned blood-red, and his tiny body was floating slightly!
This eerie scene made both men realize that these Ghost Shadow Ninjas were the work of this one-month-old baby!
Alexander Pierce, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. on the surface but actually one of the leaders of HYDRA in the shadows, naturally wouldn't let such a god-given treasure slip away!
But Kingpin's influence already spanned all of New York; he was the undisputed underground emperor of New York.
So, if he wanted to take Karl by force, it was clearly unrealistic, and the cost would be too high.
Going to war with Kingpin also carried the risk of exposing HYDRA.
After all, he had cooperated with Kingpin for many years, and Kingpin knew of HYDRA's existence!
But for Pierce to give up was even more impossible!
This was a special treasure even more enticing than the super soldier serum that HYDRA had always pursued!
With a single thought, he could summon countless shadow assassins from the darkness!
Even if these shadow assassins had average skills, their sheer numbers could overwhelm a super soldier!
Not to mention, these Ghost Shadow Ninjas didn't look average at all!
If used for assassination, they would likely be invincible!
So Pierce had a thought and proposed the idea of becoming Karl's godfather to Kingpin.
To this, Kingpin had no objection!
Having spent his life in the underworld, Kingpin knew better than anyone that without protection from the legitimate world, the underworld is a joke!
Those powerful figures in high positions—if they want you dead by three, you definitely won't live past five!
And by leaning on a mountain like Pierce, Kingpin's underground influence would undoubtedly gain unimaginable benefits!
So on the day of Karl's full moon ceremony, Kingpin couldn't wait to complete the baptism with Pierce, officially making Pierce Karl's godfather!
Both got what they wanted, and both were overjoyed!
As for Karl, he soared to success from then on, growing strong under the cultivation of two top-tier forces!
Chapter 2: Gwen Stacy, Is Karl a HYDRA Killer?
Over the past eighteen years, he had mastered countless skills, from business operations and political networking to murder, robbery, infiltration, and assassination—he was capable of almost anything!
Now, Karl was not only Kingpin's designated successor as the next underground emperor of New York.
He was also a Level 7 Agent within HYDRA, becoming a pillar of the organization!
Furthermore, because he was Pierce's godson, in HYDRA, apart from a few individual Level 10 HYDRAheads, he didn't need to listen to anyone else!
Not even HYDRA Agents of a higher rank than him!
In layman's terms, he was now second only to two, and above everyone else!
"Karl... Karl, still dreaming?"
"School's out, wake up!"
As the dismissal bell rang, a girl with long, light-blonde hair and a pair of captivating large eyes nudged Karl, who was sleeping soundly beside her.
The girl's name was Gwen Stacy, a top student at Midtown School, and also Karl's classmate and girlfriend.
As expected, Karl showed no signs of waking up despite Gwen's calls.
He merely turned his head and continued his sweet dream.
Seeing this, Gwen revealed a beautiful, yet cold, smile.
She stood up, twisted her slender wrists, and unceremoniously hooked her hands under Karl's armpits.
Then, she pulled with all her might!
"Get up!"
With Gwen's soft shout, Karl, who was 1.9 meters tall and weighed over 120kg, moved a little!
But it was only a slight movement. Gwen's delicate strength was simply not enough to lift Karl, who was incredibly heavy with over 90% muscle mass.
Instead, because she pulled too hard, her hands slipped, and she stumbled backward!
But just as Gwen's back of the head was about to hit the ground, a large hand timely wrapped around her slender waist, saving Gwen from a large bump on her head, or something even worse.
Karl, with his messy black hair, fair skin, clear blue eyes, and handsome face, winked at Gwen and smiled slightly:
"Miss Stacy, be careful. The back of the human head is very fragile; you must protect it well."
Gwen rolled her beautiful big eyes, showing no gratitude, pushed Karl away, stepped out of his embrace, and her pretty face turned cold:
"Whose fault do you think this is? It's the first week of the new semester, and you've spent all five days sleeping!"
"With your mental state, if I didn't know you didn't have those bad habits, I'd really suspect you got too high over the summer!"
"Now, tell me, how was your internship during last semester's break?"
Facing Gwen's question, Karl thought for a moment.
During last semester's break, over three months, he had completed nearly a hundred HYDRA missions, raising his HYDRA Agent level from 6 to 7.
He was either killing or on his way to kill.
So he shrugged at Gwen and said leisurely:
"It was alright. My internship clients were quite easy to handle. As for my service, they didn't utter a word when asked, and there wasn't a single negative review!"
Of course not!
Every 'client' was dead. One hundred missions, with a 100% completion rate and a 100% target fatality rate. How could there be any negative reviews?
Gwen looked Karl up and down in surprise:
"I really didn't expect it. You, a young master, would actually go for an internship yourself. Are you sure you weren't just using your privilege for an internship at your father, Mr. Wilson Fisk's Fisk Group?"
"Also, what kind of project were you interning for? It wouldn't be anything illegal, would it...?"
Towards the end, Gwen's delicate brows furrowed, and a hint of worry appeared on her face.
Her father, George Stacy, was a captain in the New York Police Department.
Therefore, she knew more or less about her 'boyfriend's' father.
Although her father hadn't explicitly said anything, from the way her police chief dad scrutinized Karlwith the eyes of a suspect every time Karl drove her home, and told her to have less contact with Karland not to go to the Fisk family home, the smart girl knew that Karl's father was by no means as simple as the benevolent philanthropist he appeared to be.
After all, her upright police chief father would never dislike someone without reason.
Karl chuckled softly, put his arm around Gwen's shoulder, and led her out of the classroom:
"Don't worry, Gwen, I know what you're concerned about, but rest assured, I definitely didn't help my dad do anything shady."
"This holiday, I was interning at the United Nations, working for my godfather."
He wasn't lying. These past few months during the holiday, he hadn't done anything illegal for his dad, Kingpin.
Instead, he was following Pierce, doing illegal things for HYDRA.
Gwen didn't mind Karl holding her. Instead, she looked up into Karl's eyes with surprise and asked:
"You actually have a godfather?"
While the concept of a godfather exists in America, and some children do have godfathers.
However, because a godfather is not only a witness to the child's baptism but also an important guide in the child's life, and even has custody of the child if necessary.
Therefore, parents are very cautious when choosing a godfather.
They only choose someone they absolutely trust.
Thus, many children in families actually don't have a so-called godfather.
For example, Gwen herself didn't have a godfather.
Karl explained as he walked:
"That's right, I have a godfather, but his identity is rather special and not suitable for public disclosure, so I've never actively brought him up in front of others."
"But you're my only exception, so I can tell you."
The only exception?
Upon hearing this, Gwen couldn't help but secretly rejoice, and the slight annoyance she had felt about Karl keeping secrets from her immediately vanished.
She actively hooked her arm through Karl's and asked curiously, "So who is your mysterious godfather who works at the United Nations?"
Karl didn't keep her in suspense and said directly:
"I think you should be quite familiar with him. Perhaps you've even seen him on TV or in newspapers. His name is Alexander Pierce, the Secretary of the United Nations Security Council."
Karl's tone was casual, but Gwen, upon hearing this, couldn't be casual at all; she was so surprised that her already large eyes widened even further!
"Oh my gosh! Your godfather is Secretary Pierce!"
Karl lightly covered Gwen's mouth with one hand, leaned down, and winked at her:
"Shhh, keep it low-key. I've only told you about this. Let it be our secret, okay?"
Is this person so good at flirting?
Gwen's face flushed, and she nodded obediently, then changed the subject:
"Oh, by the way, as Dr. Connors' assistant, I still have to go to Osborn Group for an internship this weekend, so I might not be able to accompany you..."
Seeing Gwen's slightly disappointed expression, Karl gently stroked her hair and comforted her:
"It's okay. Even if you don't have time for me this weekend, we still have a whole five days together from next Monday to Friday, don't we?"
"Besides, I also have to go to Washington later, and I'll probably spend this weekend there. I still have a bit of internship work left that my godfather assigned me."
Chapter 3: Secret Mission, Peter Parker!
This wasn't just something Karl said to comfort Gwen.
Pierce had indeed told him that he needed to go to the Middle East this weekend to carry out a highly classified HYDRA assassination mission.
And he had even been assigned a mysterious partner.
It was just that he didn't know what the mission was or who the partner was yet~
After all, his work for Pierce wasn't his public job at S.H.I.E.L.D.
It was a shady HYDRA mission.
For HYDRA missions, he usually only received the details on the day of the mission.
Even as the godson of Pierce, the head of the snake, he was no exception~
Hearing this, the disappointment on Gwen's face vanished, and she looked up to kiss Karl on the mouth.
She winked at Karl: "Since you have plans too, then I'll see you next week~"
Karl grabbed Gwen just as she was about to run off after kissing him, pulled her back into his arms with a slight pull, and lowered his head for a deep French kiss.
At first, Gwen half-heartedly patted Karl with her hands, but after a few seconds, she actively wrapped her arms around Karl's neck and responded~
It wasn't until a commotion broke out nearby that the two stopped their "mouth-to-mouth combat."
Karl frowned (⇀‸↼‶) and turned to look at the source of the noise.
With his excellent vision, he could see what was happening at a glance.
It was Flash Thompson, the bully of Midtown School, bullying another student again.
Karl usually couldn't be bothered to care about such things.
As the son of Kingpin, it was already good enough that he wasn't bullying others himself.
He wasn't the one being bullied, so why should he care about this nonsense?
However, even if he didn't care, someone else naturally would.
For example, a boy with a camera around his neck, a skateboard on his back, messy curly hair, and a handsome face.
This person also had a name familiar to everyone: Peter Parker.
Who would later become Spider-Man.
Of course, Peter wasn't Spider-Man yet~
Seeing Thompson, the school's other wimp, and that bastard Parker arrive, Thompson excitedly held the bullied boy upside down by his legs and shouted to Peter:
"Hey, Parker, take a picture of me with your camera!"
Peter, who had been hesitating whether to meddle, naturally refused when he saw Thompson wanted him to participate in the bullying.
But he still stepped forward, gathered his courage, and said to Thompson:
"No, I won't take such a wrong photo, and you should put him down..."
However, Thompson didn't care if Peter was willing or not, and his tone remained firm:
"Come on, Parker, don't spoil my fun and make me unhappy now!"
"Come on, take a picture for me as a souvenir!"
The surrounding crowd, who loved a good show, started heckling along, shouting: 'Take a picture! Take a picture!'
Seeing everyone heckling and no one helping the helpless bullied boy, Peter finally made up his mind and shouted at Thompson:
"No, I refuse. Let him go now, Eugene!"
Thompson was stunned for a moment when he heard Peter call him 'Eugene,' and then he was furious!
He hated it most when people called him Eugene, which was why he gave himself the nickname 'Flash'!
But he didn't expect this usually cowardly nerd, Parker, to actually dare to publicly provoke him with that name!
How could Thompson stand this? He dropped the thin little student he was holding upside down and walked aggressively toward Peter.
"Very well, Parker. If I don't beat the crap out of you today and then beat you again with your own crap, my name isn't Thompson!"
Seeing this, Peter swallowed hard.
Facing the tall and strong Thompson, he had no intention of fighting back; he just wanted to turn and run.
But the heckling crowd behind him formed a thick wall of people, blocking Peter's retreat!
With nowhere to run, Peter had only one word in mind: "Finished!"
Facing Thompson's raised fist, he could only close his eyes and prepare to be hit!
*Slap!* ———
However, the expected pain didn't come. Peter opened his eyes cautiously and found a figure even taller than Thompson holding the arm Thompson had swung from behind.
"Motherf*cker, who the hell is so blind..."
Thompson turned around, swearing, ready to attack the person who stopped him from hitting Parker.
But when he saw the tall figure standing there, which made him feel a sense of suffocation just by being present, the words immediately got stuck in his throat.
"F... Fisk... Big Brother Fisk!"
Karl raised an eyebrow and, using one arm, actually lifted the nearly 170-pound Thompson with one hand!
"Hmm? What should you call me?"
Thompson glanced at his cousin Gwen, who was standing beside Karl with her arms crossed and glaring at him, and quickly changed his tune:
"Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law, I was wrong!"
"Hmph!"
Karl gave a cold snort and then threw Thompson to the ground, where he landed next to the thin boy he had just been bullying.
However, while Karl spared Thompson, Gwen, Thompson's cousin, had no intention of letting him off.
Grabbing Thompson by the collar, she pulled him in front of Peter and said coldly:
"Flash, apologize to the two classmates!"
"Otherwise, I'll tell my aunt about today, and don't even think about me tutoring you on your homework again!"
Thompson's face showed his reluctance, and he wanted to make an excuse.
But seeing Karl silently standing behind Gwen, Thompson immediately lowered his head submissively and apologized to Peter:
"I'm sorry, Parker, and you too, thin kid!"
Gwen nudged Thompson's kidney hard with her elbow and said unpleasantly:
"Flash, is this how you apologize?"
"Apologize again. An apology should at least include the person's name; that's basic politeness!"
Thompson's face turned red, and he stammered for a long time without being able to speak.
Gwen frowned, thinking he was unwilling to apologize, and questioned:
"What, you have the courage to bully others, but you don't even have the courage to apologize?"
Thompson flared up in embarrassment and answered loudly:
"Of course I have that much courage, but I don't even know his name! How can I call out his name to apologize?!"
"Cousin, Brother-in-law, Parker, do you know his name?!"
Hearing this, Gwen, Karl, and Peter all fell silent.
To be honest, they really didn't know what this person's name was... even after three years, they didn't even know he existed.
"Ned... My name is Ned Leeds..."
Just then, the thin white boy who had been bullied weakly raised his hand and said his name.
This made Karl take another look at this inconspicuous thin boy.
This person was actually Little Spider's future best friend and future rival, 'Hobgoblin' Ned?
But in his memory, wasn't Ned a chubby kid with yellow skin?
Why was he a thin white boy now?
However, Karl only paid Ned a little attention and didn't care anymore.
Whatever. Although this Universe was the Marvel Universe, the timeline was clearly not the Sacred Timeline, and the Marvel characters inside were a complete mess.
Chapter 4 – The Greater the Power, the Bigger the Slice of Cake!
Ned could have been a scrawny white kid or even a monkey—Karl wouldn't have batted an eye.
Besides, even when Ned later turned into some kind of demon, his strength was nothing special, hardly worth Karl's notice.
Thompson wasn't a complete jerk; he just liked to horse around. Deep down, he was still the decent sort you'd expect in America.
After all, in one Universe he was the famous Agent Venom.
Once Thompson learned Ned's name, he apologized to him straight-up.
Ned accepted the apology without fuss, forgiving the 'prank.'
Ned wasn't stupid—he knew Thompson only said sorry because of Karl and Gwen.
So he took the out before Thompson decided to make more trouble. In a U.S. high school, this kind of everyday bullying was nothing new, but with Karl and Gwen stepping in, it ended there.
Karl glanced at his watch, then looked up at Thompson.
'Flash, take Gwen home for me. I've got to get to Washington.'
Thompson nodded eagerly. 'Sure thing, bro. Drive safe—I'll get my cousin home in one piece!'
Karl nodded to Gwen; they'd already said their goodbyes, so he turned to leave.
'Thanks…'
But as Karl passed Peter, he caught the boy's quiet gratitude.
Karl glanced at the still-green Peter, clapped a hand on his shoulder, and said solemnly:
'No need to thank me. Just remember: with great power comes great responsibility.'
'I have the power, so helping the weak is only natural.'
'I'm sure if you had the same power, you'd do the same—right?'
Without waiting for an answer, Karl walked off.
Yet those words shook Peter to the core and, after he became Spider-Man, changed his life.
Karl, already far away, curled his lips in a wicked little smirk.
Screw 'with great power comes great responsibility.'
All he knew was: the greater the power, the bigger the slice of cake.
He'd only said it because he figured a future Spider-Man Peter might come in handy.
So he'd planted the maxim—one Peter's Uncle Ben should have delivered—to make the kid remember him fondly.
Karl reached the campus lot and headed for a black metal beast twice the size of the other cars.
It was a custom ford raptor pickup.
His godfather Pierce had given it to him for his eighteenth birthday.
And don't write this Raptor off as just another truck.
Outside, it looked like any ford raptor.
Under the skin, though, it was a whole different animal.
For starters, its armor matched the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own ride.
It packed top-tier onboard AI assist and a flight mode.
That's right—it was a flying smart-truck.
Price tag? North of ten million U.S. dollars, and you still couldn't buy one.
The black-market tech on it simply didn't exist in any showroom.
In a pinch, this truck could be a second life—
a lifesaver.
Even Karl loved the thing.
Sure, he could summon the Shadow Legion and had inherited Kingpin's monstrous strength,
but you can't guard against everything.
He wasn't bulletproof; small arms couldn't kill him in close quarters, but a long-range sniper? Different story.
A big-caliber rifle would punch a hole through steel plate, let alone flesh.
The Raptor, though, could soak sniper rounds and even a few bomb blasts.
High clearance, brutal power, a bed big enough for cargo or corpses—perfect for family trips or a quick murder-heist.
He climbed in, skipped the driver's seat, and flopped onto the wide rear bench.
'Hey, Jarvis, auto-route to the Triskelion in Washington. Wake me when we get there.'
He'd dubbed the AI 'Jarvis' on a whim, swiping the name from Tony Stark's assistant to mess with him.
One day he could tell Tony: 'Yours is the fake jarvis—mine's the real one.'
[Understood, sir. Autonomous drive engaged. ETA four hours.]
With that, the Raptor's V8 roared out of the lot.
Was a driverless car legal in 2008?
In America, Karl was the law.
Any complaints could go to his dad Kingpin or his godfather Pierce.
The ride was glass-smooth; in minutes Karl was sleeping like a baby, picking up the dream Gwen had interrupted.
Where had it left off?
Ah, yes—second only to two, above millions.
Next goal: second to none, above billions.
And he knew it wouldn't stay a dream—
He would—BANG!
But the dream got smashed again,
and far less gently than by Gwen.
A blue garbage truck ran the red, slammed broadside into the Raptor at the intersection,
and sent the pickup skidding.
Karl, lying across the back seat without a belt, tumbled like a rag doll.
'Mother—!'
Clutching his bashed head, Karl swore in the tongue of his last life.
'What the hell? Did lightning strike me in a car again?'
For a second he thought he was about to reincarnate a second time.
But no lightning this time—and the hardware was in a different league.
Even after being shoved dozens of meters, the Raptor only showed a slight dent; it wasn't scrap.
The garbage truck, still wedged against a wall, kept gunning its engine.
This was no accident.
Chapter 5: Ambushed, Rhino!
And before Karl's raptor could drive away, it was hit violently twice from the front and back!
Bang!!! Bang!!!
Two SUVs slammed into the front and rear of Karl's raptor, completely blocking his escape route!
Facing this, Karl didn't have a panicked expression; he just sat up straight and frowned slightly:
"Damn it, jarvis, are you dead? Tell me where I am and what's going on!"
[Sorry, sir, we are currently at Block 36 on Fifth Avenue heading toward Washington. We encountered a violent impact from a municipal garbage truck at the intersection...]
[But according to the system query, there are no municipal garbage trucks scheduled for Block 36right now, so there is a 90% probability of a deliberate attack...]
[The system has automatically sent a distress signal to Secretary Pierce. The Strike Team's support is expected to arrive in ten minutes. Until then, it's recommended that you stay inside the vehicle for your own safety...]
Hearing this, Karl glanced through the side windows at the more black SUVs surrounding him and the masked men stepping out with AKs; his expression instantly turned cold.
"Wait for rescue?"
"I'm afraid I can't wait for the rescue, and they won't last until it arrives!"
Taking hits passively was never Karl's style; taking the initiative was!
Just like in his first month after transmigrating, he took the initiative and plotted to get himself a Godfather with god-like power!
"jarvis, turn off all the lights inside the car. The next round is mine!"
[Understood, sir. Have fun...]
As all the lights in the car went out, Karl pulled a pitch-black dagger from the back of the driver's seat. In the next moment, he actually sank directly into the shadows inside the car!
When Karl reappeared, he was already behind the garbage truck driver, who was still flooring the gas pedal in an attempt to crush his custom raptor.
"Buddy, do you know the repair costs for this hit start at a million dollars? I don't think you can afford it, right?"
The sudden voice startled the garbage truck driver. He turned around to see that his target had somehow appeared behind him, twirling a dagger in his hand!
"Damn it, how did you..."
Pfft—!
Before the driver could even pull out his pistol, Karl had already plunged the cold dagger into his neck, leaving him to helplessly spit out blood foam, unable to even utter a complete last word!
"Alright, now we're even. You hit me once, I stab you once. Fair, right?"
Karl grinned, and with a forceful pull of his arm holding the knife, he sliced off the driver's entire head!
While the chances of surviving a stab to the neck are slim, they aren't non-existent.
But with the head sliced off as well, he was truly as dead as could be.
So, it's a good habit, isn't it?
Just then, the walkie-talkie in the garbage truck rang:
"Suka, Abulev, why did your damn gas pedal stop? The boss said we must catch Kingpin's damn son this time; we absolutely cannot fail. You didn't drink too much vodka again at such a critical moment, did you?" [Russian]
Hearing the Russian coming from the communicator, Karl narrowed his eyes. Those russian guys again!
It seemed this attack was once again due to the nonsense between his old man, Kingpin, and other gangs over territory in Hells Kitchen!
As the underground emperor of New York and the largest dark force in Hells Kitchen, Kingpin naturally had many powerful enemies from the underworld.
And the 'russian guys' were one of the hostile gang forces that could not be underestimated.
To fight for the territory and business of Hells Kitchen with Kingpin, the two sides were often at each other's throats.
However, before this, it was just the underlings shooting and hacking at each other—small-scale skirmishes where neither side had really gotten serious.
After all, these'skirmishes' could also liven up the atmosphere of Hells Kitchen, taking the opportunity to clear out some old-timers from various gangs who should have 'retired' long ago, making room for young blood.
But he didn't expect these russian guys to actually target him this time!
It seemed the russian guys were planning to go to full-scale war with the Fisk Family this time!
Since Karl rarely helped his old man handle the dirty business between gangs, these guys seemed to have mistaken him for an easy target!
This is truly... seeking death!
A frightening red light lit up in Karl's eyes!
"Hey! Abulev, are you dead? Answer me!"
As Karl's killing intent rose, the communicator rang again. Karl simply picked up the walkie-talkie, pressed the talk button, and said slowly in a deep voice:
"That's right, he is indeed dead. And now, it's your turn. Johnny's here~" [Russian]
Karl, who was fluent in twelve languages, didn't take action personally after replying in Russian.
Instead, with a thought, a symphony of screams instantly erupted from the dozen or so surrounding SUVs!
Ghost Shadow Ninjas emerged from the shadows inside their vehicles, raising their butcher knives to mercilessly bring their lives to an end.
Before the russian guys outside, who were approaching, could realize what was happening in the cars behind them... more Ghost Shadow Ninjas silently appeared behind them, placing cold long blades against their necks!
Then... Pfft—!
Heads rolled one by one, and blood splattered across the ground outside Karl's vehicle.
Karl just sat quietly in the car, listening through the walkie-talkie to the beautiful tone of the blades slicing through throats at the moment of their deaths!
Oh, how pleasant to the ears~
In just a moment, 99% of the gang members who attacked Karl had been eliminated by the Ghost Shadow Ninjas.
Why 99%?
Because an accident occurred with the Ghost Shadow Ninja attempting an assassination in one of the vehicles.
The person inside—or rather, the monster—actually burst the entire car open and tore the Ghost Shadow Ninja and the russian guys inside to shreds!
Sitting in the passenger seat of the garbage truck with his feet propped up on the center console, Karlinstantly became interested and focused his gaze on the monster that had burst out of the car!
It was a gray-skinned monster nearly three meters tall, its skin like rock and a single horn growing from its head!
Karl recognized the other party's identity at a glance!
Isn't this the classic Spider-Man villain, Rhino?
How did this guy get mixed up with the russian guys?
Wait, it seems that Rhino guy was originally a Russian... Well, that makes sense... After bursting out of the car, Rhino looked around for Karl's figure and roared: "Coward, those circus Jokers of yours can't hurt me! Now get the hell out here!!"
Chapter 6: Rhino Cut into a Hundred Pieces, Karl Almost Dying of Anger!
When he was a kid watching cartoons, Karl felt that Rhino was all brawn and no brains, a total idiot.
Seeing him today, Marvel truly did not deceive me!
He had even used the garbage truck's intercom to shout, and yet this guy still didn't know where he was!
With this level of IQ, if he were in HYDRA, he wouldn't even qualify as the lowest-level cannon fodder Agent; he'd only end up as an F-class lab subject!
And specifically, the 'intellectually deficient' model of lab subject!
Wait, so is that the real reason why Rhino was turned into this monstrous, neither-man-nor-beast state?
Oh~
Karl felt as if he had accidentally discovered the reason for Rhino's transformation in this Universe~
However, since the opponent had called him out, it wasn't his style to back down from a fight.
Karl patted his backside, opened the door from the passenger seat of the garbage truck, and stepped out, clapping his hands at Rhino, who was still roaring everywhere:
"Hey, idiot, stop yelling. Your daddy is right here~"
Hearing the voice, Rhino whipped his head around to look at Karl, his eyes filled with fury. Instead of stopping his roars, he bellowed even louder:
"You coward who only knows how to stab people in the back, you finally dare to come out! Your father Kingpin killed my family, forcing me to become this monster for the sake of revenge!"
"Today, I will kill you too, letting him enjoy the same pain of losing family, turning him into a monster of revenge as well!"
Karl dug at his ear, which was itching slightly from the vibration of Rhino's loud voice. He wasn't intimidated by the threats; instead, he asked with a curious expression:
"Wait, you said my old man killed your family? Then why are you still alive?"
Rhino:???
I fucking said your father killed my family and I'm going to kill you for revenge, and you're asking me why I'm still alive?
I think there's more wrong with your brain than mine!
Seeing Rhino's bewildered expression, Karl shrugged:
"Sorry, I didn't mean to poke at your scars, but based on what I know of my father, when he deals with enemies, he always sends the whole family off together in an orderly fashion. It's rare to have an exception like you~"
"So tell me, how did you escape? Let me gain some survival experience~"
Looking at Karl's insincere, almost provocative apology, Rhino's anger flared uncontrollably, and he began scraping his hooves against the ground:
"Slippery-tongued brat, once I rip your mouth apart and tear you into five pieces, let's see how you use that tongue then!"
With that, Rhino aimed his horn at Karl and began a wild charge in his direction!
Thump, thump, thump—
The ground shook continuously with Rhino's advance, as if it weren't a person charging, but a human tank!
Seeing this, the loyal Ghost Shadow Ninjas, having finished off all the russian guys except for Rhino, immediately raised their blades to block the way in front of Karl!
However, the Ghost Shadow Ninjas, known for assassination and attentive service, were clearly not enough to stop Rhino, who was known for his strength!
One by one, the Ghost Shadow Ninjas blocking the path were smashed along with their long blades by Rhino, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air!
Karl didn't feel the slightest heartache for the dispersed shadow soldiers; he didn't even plan to dodge. He simply folded his arms across his chest and watched quietly as Rhino approached with unstoppable momentum!
And then... Thud—
With a dull thud, Rhino's horn stopped less than ten centimeters from Karl's face!
Of course, it wasn't Karl who acted; after all, his hands were still folded across his chest as he posed.
The one who 'acted' was a massive figure behind Karl, no less tall than Rhino and also nearly three meters in height, who caught Rhino's horn with its giant black pincers!
This was another type of Shadow Legion summoned by Karl!
That's right, Karl could summon more than one type of Shadow Legion!
When he was ten, another ghost mask tattoo automatically appeared on his left abdomen, giving him the ability to summon a second type of Shadow Legion!
Which was the Claw Legion currently appearing—the Pincer Shadow!
The Pincer Shadow was also one of the nine Shadow Legions known for its strength!
In the original story, even half a Pincer Shadow could make a Superman-like Jackie Chan run for his life; its strength could be imagined!
Especially those powerful pincers—their grip was so strong that objects caught by them could almost never break free!
Just like Rhino at this very moment!
He was using every ounce of his strength but couldn't wrench his horn out of the Pincer Shadow's massive pincers!
Karl tilted his head to look at Rhino, who was pinned by the horn and couldn't even lift his head, and flashed a polite smile:
"Hey, buddy, remember how you just said you were going to turn me into a five-way split Shang Yang?"
"I've always been one to return a drop of kindness with a surging spring, so if you want to split me into five pieces, you'll have to be split into at least a hundred. Not a single piece less~"
"So, my little lobsters, remember to mince this hunk of Rhino meat a bit finer~"
After speaking, Karl patted Rhino's despairing cheek and turned directly toward his ford raptor, which had been smashed against the wall by the garbage truck.
From Rhino's shadow, several more tall Pincer Shadows emerged, snapping their sharp, giant pincers at the terrified Rhino!
"Aaaaah, NO!!!!!"
Following Rhino's agonizing screams, the Pincer Shadows dutifully divided him into a hundred portions!
Meanwhile, Karl kicked the garbage truck, sending the at-least-ten-ton vehicle sliding several meters away!
This wasn't the power of the Shadow Legion; it was simply Karl's terrifying physical strength!
After getting in the car and pulling open the slightly deformed door, Karl called out to jarvis:
"jarvis, start the vehicle's flight system and take me directly to the Triskelion. I don't want to be attacked halfway again!"
[Apologies, sir. The vehicle's flight system was damaged in the collision just now and cannot be started for the time being...]
Hearing this, Karl's lip twitched. Suppressing his anger, he said in a low voice: "Then turn on autopilot and get me to the destination as fast as possible!"
[Apologies, sir. The autopilot system was also damaged...]
This time, Karl could no longer hold back. He punched the steering wheel, causing the airbag to deploy!
But Karl didn't care. He just pushed the airbag aside and asked angrily:
"Then tell me, what the fuck is still functioning normally in this car?"
[Ten seconds ago, the manual driving function was normal. However, due to your punch just now, the steering wheel is now scrapped, and manual driving is impossible...]
[Currently, the only two normal systems in the vehicle are the air conditioning and the radio. Which one would you like to use?]
"Motherfucker!!"
Karl felt like his eighteen years of cultivation were almost broken today by this artificial idiot!
Chapter 7: Shadow Shuttle, Teammate is the Winter Soldier?
So in a fit of rage, he... got really angry indeed!
He kicked the car door open and stepped out again with a dark expression!
Continuing to lose his temper was useless. Besides, this car was his own, worth 10 million dollars; he couldn't bear to tear it apart... However, in the end, Karl got his wish and boarded a private plane to the Triskelion.
Because just as Karl got out of the car, the rescue team summoned by the vehicle's intelligent system's automatic distress signal arrived.
It was the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch Strike Team sent by Pierce, or rather, the HYDRA Strike Team.
The very same Strike Team that often cleaned up Nick Fury's messes and handled the aftermath.
It was also S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most elite combat unit.
Even though this elite team was composed entirely of HYDRA members~
But it didn't really matter, did it?
After all, as far as he knew, at least eighty percent of S.H.I.E.L.D. was HYDRA~
Proportionally speaking, the real S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents led by Nick Fury were actually the undercover ones~
However, although this Strike Team sent by Pierce arrived a bit late and didn't help Karl much in the fight...
At least Karl didn't have to take a taxi to the Triskelion; he even had a private plane for transport.
Furthermore, the Strike Team towed his damaged custom ford raptor back, promising to return it to his home once repaired.
The service could be described as incredibly thoughtful~
With a private plane, things moved quickly. What would have been a journey of several hours now took less than one.
However, upon reaching the airspace above the Triskelion, Karl didn't have the Strike Team's helicopter land on the rooftop helipad.
Instead, while the helicopter was still about a hundred meters from the roof, he leaped straight off.
"Whoo-hoo~~~~"
Did you think Karl was going to pull a Captain America with a hard landing? Of course not. He didn't have a Vibranium shield, nor did he have Vibranium knees!
Even if his physical fitness could handle it, it would still hurt like hell!
Halfway through his fall, Karl's entire body turned into a shadow and vanished into thin air.
He reappeared, emerging from the shadow of Rumlow, aka Crossbones, who was waiting for him on the rooftop.
In eighteen years, Karl hadn't just learned to summon two types of Shadow Legion; he had also developed other uses for the Shadow Dimension.
For instance, what he just used: spatial movement through his own or someone else's shadow within a certain distance.
Karl casually draped an arm over Rumlow's shoulder like they were best buds and waved at the helicopter in the sky:
"Thanks, man! I'll buy you a burger later~"
Seeing Karl wave, the helicopter that brought him turned around and left.
After all, this rescue squad wasn't from S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters but was a S.H.I.E.L.D. Strike Teamfrom the New York branch; otherwise, the support wouldn't have arrived so quickly.
Rumlow, waiting on the roof, wasn't at all surprised by Karl's elusive movements; he was clearly used to it.
"Young Master, please. The Officer has been waiting for a long time."
Although Crossbones, now a Level 9 Agent, was two levels higher than Karl...
His attitude towards Karl still seemed a notch lower.
As they say, choosing a good father is really important~
Without needing Rumlow to lead the way, Karl walked into the Triskelion as if he knew it by heart and soon arrived at the Security Council floor.
It was the private floor of Alexander Pierce, the Secretary of the Security Council.
*Bang!*
Karl pushed open the Secretary's office door, walked straight to the desk, and sat down across from Pierce without ceremony. He picked up an apple from the fruit bowl on the desk and started munching:
"Godfather, I just worked three months of unpaid labor for you over the break. I finally got a week off when school started, and now you've assigned me another mission. Even a slave wouldn't be used like this, right?"
Pierce, who was reviewing documents without looking up, glanced at Karl upon hearing this and let out a small smile:
"Treating you like a slave? Heh, slaves don't get salaries, let alone your status and freedom~"
"And who says slaves have it easier than you? There's a'slave' downstairs right now working for me 24/7, 365 days a year~"
Hearing this, Karl understood instantly. A mischievous smirk appeared on his face: "Godfather, I didn't expect you to become humorous too~"
Pierce said calmly, "With an improper godson like you, as your godfather, I find it hard not to be influenced..."
"Influenced by me? Quite the Reversal of the Natural Order!" Karl clapped his hands.
He'd only heard of fathers influencing sons, never sons influencing fathers!
Today was certainly an eye-opener~
Pierce put down the documents and muttered the phrase Karl just used:
"'Reversal of the Natural Order'? It seems you still love Chinese culture as much as ever. That's fine; Chinese culture is broad and profound. Learning more will benefit your future..."
As a Secretary who frequently dealt with the five permanent members of the Council, Pierce was naturally no stranger to Chinese culture.
And although he was HYDRA, he actually harbored no ill will towards China.
In fact, compared to America with its heavily divided states, Pierce preferred China, which had strived for unity since ancient times.
If HYDRA could one day overthrow the American regime, Pierce felt he should adopt the Chinese model of unification.
However, even if that day came, Pierce felt he might not last until then.
Therefore, he needed a successor who could see that day and had the ability to fulfill his dream!
Pierce looked at Karl with a meaningful gaze:
"Alright, down to business. The reason I called you here today is that tomorrow's mission target is a bit tricky, and he might not be able to handle it alone..."
Karl's brow furrowed as he caught the key word in Pierce's sentence: "'He'? A man?"
"Godfather, who exactly is this partner you said you'd pair me with?"
Although he asked, Karl already had a good idea of the answer.
If he wasn't mistaken, the "he" Pierce mentioned was Captain America's best buddy, James Buchanan Barnes, known as the Winter Soldier!
And Pierce's next words confirmed Karl's suspicion.
"He has no name, only a code name. He is HYDRA's most capable cold-blooded assassin from World War II to the present, nearly seventy years—aside from you..."
"His code name is 'Winter Soldier'!"
Just as I thought!
Although Karl was calm inside, since he hadn't officially met the Winter Soldier yet, he still put on a look of appropriate surprise and thoughtfulness.
Of course, this was just for Pierce's benefit.
Seeing Karl's expression, Pierce didn't suspect anything and instead explained:
"Having you work with the Winter Soldier this time isn't just because of the mission's difficulty; the most important thing is for you to get familiar with each other..."
Hearing this, Karl gasped and leaned back tactically: "No way, Godfather! I'm not gay. No matter how handsome the Winter Soldier is, I'm not interested!"
Chapter 8: Me, the Heir to HYDRA?
Even someone as composed as Pierce fell silent for several seconds after hearing Karl's words before slowly saying:
"I'm starting to question whether making you my successor—and handing the Winter Soldier over to you—was the right call."
"What?!" Karl's eyes lit up. "You're passing me the title and giving me the Winter Soldier?"
The next instant, Karl vanished from his chair, rising from Pierce's shadow behind him. While rubbing Pierce's shoulders, he asked with a beaming smile:
"Godfather, mention that and I'm all ears. When do we sign the papers for the head-of-the-snake and the Winter Soldier?"
Pierce glanced sideways at the suddenly 'filial' Karl, a smile tugging at his lips:
"The head-of-the-snake seat isn't that simple."
"I've only designated you as my next successor to train—it doesn't guarantee you'll sit securely in my branch's throne."
"When the time comes, you'll compete with other candidates. Only the last one alive takes the seat."
Karl's massaging hands paused; he raised an eyebrow. "You've raised other godsons?"
Pierce shook his head lightly. "No, you're my only godson and my sole candidate."
"But my HYDRA cell is the deepest-buried and largest of all branches, so the other heads won't ignore this prize. When I step down, they'll send their own candidates to fight for it."
"HYDRA allows this jungle-law contest; even I can't appoint you directly. Understand?"
Karl's gaze chilled; he clenched a fist and grinned. "Got it—survival of the fittest."
"How about this, Godfather: tell me who the candidates are now and I'll make sure they never see tomorrow's Sun."
Pierce shook his head again, exasperated. "How many times have I told you? Leave your father's gangster mentality behind. Don't always look for a one-shot solution—think of consequences."
"If killing rivals secured succession, world leaders would change daily."
"Even if you slaughter the contenders, the other factions have backups, and you'd invite a united hunt."
Karl had to admit the logic.
The other HYDRA heads were old foxes; they'd never bare every card.
Killing their candidates might only push himself into the storm's eye.
Pierce patted Karl's arm, voice steady:
"Don't overthink it. I'll pave the road; you just walk it without stumbling, and the seat will be yours in time."
"I'm only telling you early so you're prepared. Don't stress—let's look at tomorrow's assignment and your target."
He picked up a file from the desk and handed it to Karl behind him.
Karl shrugged; he wasn't going to brood over the heir business.
If Pierce said the path was laid, what worry was there?
Pressure?
Never existed.
Karl never bowed to pressure!
Unless the other side was someone like Hulk or Thor, even superhumans posed little threat.
And even against Thor or Hulk, though he might not win, they could forget about killing him.
After all, besides summoning the Shadow Legion, he could slip into the Shadow Dimension—a space only he could enter.
That alone put him in an invincible position.
Karl took the file and flipped it open.
He'd known the mission was in the Middle East and that he'd have a partner.
Now that he knew the partner, it was time to see the details.
But as he read, genuine surprise crossed his face.
The target wasn't anyone else—it was Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff!
The task had two parts: assassination and interception.
Location: Israel in the Middle East.
He and the Winter Soldier were to ambush an Israeli Nuclear Engineer.
Escorting that engineer was none other than Black Widow Natasha.
Winter Soldier would handle the kill; Karl was to intercept.
His job: keep Natasha busy so she couldn't stop the assassination.
Karl had no complaints.
He liked beauties, but Black Widow left him cold.
Even if she threw herself at him, he'd fear catching something.
After all, Black Widow was Marvel's famous 'gene collector'!
Though the movie version seemed younger and less prolific, he still had zero interest in this poisonous spider.
Still, he asked, "Godfather, just block her? I don't need to squash the spider?"
"For others she's tough, but you know crushing her is barely harder than squashing an ant."
Pierce shook his head. "I trust your skill, but for now she and Nick Fury are useful to HYDRA, so let her live."
Since Pierce said so, Karl nodded. "Fine, whatever you say, Godfather."
Pierce gave a satisfied nod. "That's all. You can't sit still—go wander, but be home tonight. We'll drink and I'll introduce you to the Winter Soldier.
Though U.S. law bans drinking before twenty-one, Pierce was the law here.
And few in the States obeyed that rule anyway.
"O-K." Karl flashed an OK sign, plucked a flower from Pierce's desk vase, and left the office.
He greeted Crossbones at the door, walked to Pierce's private elevator, and descended.
But he didn't exit the Triskelion headquarters; instead he stopped at the operations floor.
Every Agent there straightened at the sight of Pierce's private elevator opening, suddenly all diligent.
Chapter 9 – Ice-cold beauty Hill and Nick Fury, who's about to explode
One Agent secretly slacking off to play a game instantly alt-tabbed; the speed of that switch happened the very second the elevator doors opened—clearly a repeat offender.
By the time Karl stepped out of the elevator and they saw it wasn't Secretary Pierce, the Agents all exhaled in relief and went right back to loafing or slacking.
As for Karl—who wasn't even a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent yet wandered the Triskelion like he owned it—they found nothing odd and no one tried to shoo him away.
After all, the kid's godfather was a man whose orders even the Director had to heed; who'd dare ruffle the tiger's whiskers?
Karl walked straight up behind the gaming Agent, set one hand on his shoulder, tapped the keyboard with the other, and flicked the screen right back to the game. "Tsk, tsk, Andrei—only level 30 in Thunder Fighter? I beat that trash when I was twelve. Your IQ can't even top my twelve-year-old self."
Agent Andrei, busted, didn't flinch; he simply flipped Karl an internationally friendly finger.
"Bite me, Karl. Here to harass my cousin again? Beat it—she's in the Director's office. Go try prying that iceberg loose yourself."
Andrei was, of course, another 'connections' guy, and his connection was no small fry.
She was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s deputy director—Maria Hill.
That's why he dared game openly in the command hub; in the original story he even slacked off on the Helicarrier and got caught red-handed by Tony.
"Smart. When I win your cousin over, I'll bring you a carton of Huazi," Karl said, patting Andrei's shoulder before heading for the Director's office.
"Huazi? What's Huazi?"
Some new American herb?
But Karl never touches that stuff.
Andrei was left wondering what on earth a Huazi was.
Director's office.
Click——
The office door opened and two women in black uniforms—polar opposites in vibe—stepped out.
One wore an icy glare, the other a sultry smile.
Naturally they were Karl's target: S.H.I.E.L.D. deputy director and Commander Maria Hill,
and tomorrow's mission target, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s ace Agents—Black Widow Natasha Romanoff.
Each reacted to Karl's presence in her own way.
Hill showed no emotion, simply regarded him in silence.
Natasha looked at him like prey, red lips curving. "Karl Fisk, godson of Officer Pierce. Back to court our ice princess, handsome?"
"But I'd say Hill's not interested. S.H.I.E.L.D. has plenty of beauties—why hang yourself on a frozen tree?"
"So switch targets—say, to me. We might share an unforgettable night tonight~"
She stepped between Hill and Karl, her face a finger's breadth from his, flicking red hair and winking.
Karl raised a brow, reached for Natasha's cheek—and peeled her face away from Hill.
"Sorry, Black Spider, you're blocking today's leading lady~"
Leaving Natasha's sulky glare behind, Karl snapped his fingers beside Hill; a flower appeared from nowhere.
"Lovely Maria Hill, may I have the honor of dinner?"
Before Hill could answer, Nick Fury stuck his bald head out, face black.
"Hey, lovebirds—get a room; this is a spy agency, not a hotel corridor."
Karl patted the big bald head, gave it a friendly rub, then shoved Fury back inside. "Hi Baldy, bye Baldy~"
"Mother—"
Before the one-eyed glare could finish, Karl yanked the door shut, crushed the handle, and locked Fury inside.
With the obstacle gone, Karl smiled and lifted the flower again. "So, what's your answer~"
Arms folded, Hill walked past him without taking the bloom. "Back to my office. Stop embarrassing me…
And next time buy a flower yourself—I saw that one on the Secretary's desk yesterday."
Chuckling, Karl tucked the blossom into Natasha's red hair and followed Hill.
"Ran into a snag on the way; no time. I'll make it up next round~"
Natasha watched him go, sniffed the flower, licked her lips. "Interesting man. Shame I've got a flight—would've loved to see if he can resist my charm…"
"Next time, little boy, you're mine."
As her interest piqued, frantic pounding erupted from the office behind her.
"Dammit, Natasha, open up! That punk locked me in!"
She eyed the mangled handle, shrugged. "Sorry, Director—I'm an Agent, not a super-soldier. Lock-picking I do; door-busting I don't."
"Off to Israel now—plane won't wait. Good luck, Nick~"
She slid the flower into the twisted handle and sauntered away.
Only Fury's roar echoed down the corridor:
"Motherf— Karl, you'll pay for locking me in!"
Of course, he was venting; he knew he had zero leverage.
The kid's godfather had plucked him from obscurity and still outranked him—he wouldn't dare touch Karl.
Lay a finger on the boy today, and tomorrow he'd be written up for stepping into S.H.I.E.L.D. left-foot-first—Pierce would see to that.
Fury fumed—damned nepotism!
Except Karl wasn't even S.H.I.E.L.D., just a pampered playboy.
Motherf—
Chapter 10: Hill on Top, Karl on the Bottom~
Half an hour later.
deputy director's Office.
Hill sat in her office chair, correcting documents.
Karl sat directly on Hill's desk, replying to Gwen's messages on his phone.
Your long-distance boyfriend is out picking up girls~
Hmm, this is quite reasonable~
Of course, it wasn't that Karl was a scumbag; he just had a lot of love to give~
Besides, he wasn't trying to juggle multiple boats. He and Gwen were in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, but with Hill, he just wanted to develop a simple friends-with-benefits relationship~
A girlfriend is a girlfriend, and a hookup buddy is a hookup buddy; the two cannot be conflated~
Because while Hill's cold and frosty temperament deeply attracted Karl, their age gap meant they weren't exactly suitable for a long-term commitment. So, weren't they better off as friends with benefits?
Hill looked up at Karl and said indifferently, "Messaging your little girlfriend?"
Karl didn't deny it. After all, lying to the deputy director of the world's strongest intelligence organization would be quite foolish, wouldn't it?
Karl put away his phone and chuckled, "What, are you jealous?"
Hill's expression remained calm, her tone cold: "I don't get jealous over little brats, and we aren't in a relationship anyway."
Karl wasn't hurt at all; instead, he flashed a wicked smile: "But we are childhood friends, aren't we?"
"When we were little, you even promised me you'd marry me~"
Hearing this, a rare look of speechlessness appeared on Hill's face. She rubbed her forehead and said, "Please, here you go again. I've told you, that was when you were a kid, and I was already an adult..."
"And you were the one pestering me, insisting I play house with you. I only agreed because I had no choice, alright?"
Back then, Hill had just graduated from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy and was interning as an assistant to Alexander Pierce.
Once, Pierce brought his godson—Karl—to S.H.I.E.L.D. and asked her to help look after him.
The ten-year-old Karl had stuck to her like maltose candy, pestering her to play house.
It was the kind where Karl played the husband and she played the wife... Since Karl was the godson of her boss, Pierce, and was only a ten-year-old child at the time, she hadn't refused.
As a result, every time Karl came to S.H.I.E.L.D. after that, he would pester her in the capacity of a husband, leaving her both annoyed and amused.
However, to say she hated Karl because of it wouldn't be true either.
After all, the mixed-race Karl had been very cute as a child, and as he grew up, he became truly handsome, with a great physique, and he was genuinely good to her.
Moreover, because of Karl, Pierce treated her exceptionally well too.
It allowed her to reach the position of deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D. before even turning thirty.
Hill didn't believe for a second that Karl didn't deserve some credit for this... So, it was hard to say that Hill didn't like Karl at all~
Karl swung his legs over from one side of the desk to Hill's side, leaning down to meet her eyes:
"Commander Hill, for the past eight years, you've used the excuse that I wasn't an adult. Well, I'm an adult now. What excuse are you going to find this time?"
*Snap!*
Hill snapped the file shut. Suddenly, she reached out, grabbed Karl's chin as it hovered inches from her face, and shoved his upper body down onto the desk!
Then, Hill stood up, her leg parting Karl's knees as her body pressed close to his. Her cold face hovered above his as she said chillingly:
"I don't like people looking down on me from above, so you're going to be on the bottom!"
Big sister is so domineering, I love it!
Hill's series of domineering actions and words made Karl feel a heat in his lower abdomen. He couldn't help but swallow his dry throat: "If it's you, what's the harm in being on the bottom?"
Besides, what's wrong with being on the bottom? You don't even have to do the work, right?
Thinking this, Karl reached out to wrap his arms around Hill's slender waist.
But Hill took a step back, making Karl's embrace hit empty air.
Hill grabbed Karl by the collar and pulled him up from the desk, saying coldly:
"The agency is no place for your games. Go eat first."
Karl stood up, adjusting his 'gun,' and didn't rush. Instead, he elegantly extended a hand to Hill:
"Of course. I've already booked a table at the Ritz-Carlton. We can go dine anytime~"
Hearing this, Hill raised an eyebrow, puzzled: "You already booked the hotel? You were that certain I'd agree this time?"
Karl smiled: "No, of course I wasn't sure. In fact, every time I look for you, I book a hotel~"
The Cow Warrior never removes his mask, and Karl never misses an opportunity~
Hill:...Karl's words left even the Ice Queen Hill speechless. She turned and walked straight out of the office.
Karl followed close behind her.
As the two walked out of the office together, amidst the disbelieving and heartbroken expressions of the other Agents in the command center, Karl patted the back of a bewildered Andrei and grinned triumphantly:
"Bastard Andrei, your cigarettes are a sure thing now~"
Before Andrei could recover from his confusion, Karl and Hill had already taken the elevator down.
Only the continuous sound of breaking hearts remained in the command center.
The male Agents' hearts broke because the icy beauty deputy director Hill had been plucked by this second-generation playboy... The female Agents' hearts broke because Karl, the handsome and wealthy treasure of a boy, was being 'cradle-snatched' by the deputy director... As for what happened next, I believe there's no need to waste ink, right?
Dinner was just a formality; the after-dinner part was the main course~
Once the 'Do Not Disturb' mode is on, nothing else matters~
A night of silence, save for the moans~
The next morning.
At just six in the morning, there was a knock on the hotel room door.
At the sound, Karl slipped his arm out from under Hill's head.
"What's wrong?"
As an elite Agent, Hill instinctively opened her eyes the moment she heard the knocking.
Karl leaned down and kissed Hill's forehead, chuckling:
"It's nothing. Go back to sleep. I'll go see which blind bastard it is~"
Hill didn't refuse and closed her eyes again.
After all, she had been on top all night. Even her well-trained stamina was nearly exhausted, and she truly didn't want to move at all right now.
It had to be said, this little brat Karl didn't just have a good body; his kidneys were even better... After tucking Hill in, Karl sat up, the smile vanishing from his face.
Rubbing his tired eyes after less than two hours of sleep, and with the irritability that comes from sleep deprivation, he walked toward the door.
Opening the door, without even checking who it was, Karl started with a string of choice words:
"You motherfucker with an asshole for a face and no eyes, you better have something damn important to tell me, or you'd better pray your asshole is big enough to fit your own head inside!"