Of course, it was Su Ming who appeared. He hadn't actually gone to Hawaii. That was just his private jet flying empty as a cover.
In fact, he arrived even earlier than Steve and Peggy, and had been waiting on the rooftop opposite, feeling the early spring breeze of Brooklyn, which really reminded him of the old days in Gotham.
Of course, it was daytime here, so the atmosphere was a bit lacking.
However, coming out as Deathstroke again, this small atmospheric flaw didn't matter.
He watched as the Strategic Science Corps arrived first to secure the area, followed by Hydra agents disguised as chauffeurs hiding in the surroundings, and then Agent Carter leading Steve into the antique shop.
"It's different from my memory..."
He stood on the rooftop of a residential building, looking down from the edge, the two-colored streamer behind his helmet fluttering in the breeze.
He had long repaired his Holy Statue Armor with X Metal, Godslayer was at his waist, and Nightfall Greatsword and other weapons were strapped to his back; he was fully armed.
Although Steve and Peggy still found each other appealing, and there was no change in the choice of Captain America, there were noticeably more people on the street at the moment.
In the original movie, there were only three Hydra agents; one infiltrated, while the other two posed as the chauffeur and assistant to a senator outside.
But now, there were no real pedestrians on the entire street at this time, and the people still moving around had some unusual traits, clearly divided into several groups.
From high above, everything was crystal clear, like looking at a chessboard.
He walked around the rooftop, imprinting every street around in his mind.
Now SSR and Hydra agents were guarding the door of the antique shop, and besides that, there was a group disguised as a Mexican band at the street corner, a group of mysterious men in black in the alley behind the building, and on another street, there were buses and passengers pretending to repair cars.
A hot dog vendor and a quarrelsome customer, patrolling policemen and a scolded hooligan, a group of young mothers resting in the park at the end of the street with baby strollers.
All fake.
"Could this Marvel World have merged with a spy drama?"
But so be it; it's just a bunch of ordinary people who pose no threat to him. He walked to the edge of the rooftop, over the alley behind, drew out Godslayer from his waist, and leapt down fiercely.
In mid-air, Godslayer transformed into a long staff, and he aimed for the landing spot, calculating the moves and routes of various enemies, then waited.
The group of men in black was originally hiding in the alley, occasionally peeking out to check the direction of the antique shop, with weapons inside their black coats.
"Hiss.....what are we actually monitoring?"
The men in black waited in the alley, where the smell was unpleasant, with a sewage stream and garbage filling the narrow alley.
They could only smoke here to cover the unpleasant smell, and one of them seemed impatient, asking his companion.
But their apparent leader just gave him a cold glance: "This is the boss's plan, we just need to keep watch here."
The so-called boss apparently scared the complainer into shrinking his neck and closing his mouth in fear.
Yet, in the next second, a black and yellow figure silently descended from the sky, landing right among them.
"What the....."
"Bam bam bam bam....."
Before they could utter a word, a dense series of strikes occurred instantly, and the golden staff knocked everyone down in an instant.
Despite the different positions, reactions, and body types of each, the staff seemed to have eyes, accurately striking the same spot on the back of everyone's head, leaving only the little leader type still standing.
But as he reacted, a black and yellow mask approached his face, and a powerful hand squeezed his neck.
The intruder's skills and strength far exceeded theirs; out of eight, only he was left in less than a second.
"Answer my question, resist, you die; lie to me, you die; call for help, you die, understand?"
A low voice came from in front of him, that red eye staring intently into his.
The little leader wasn't particularly tough, and now a unique fear enveloped him: "Understood."
"Good, who is your boss?"
"Don't know..." The man looked like he was about to cry, unable to answer the first question...
However, the other didn't kill him, instead nodding as if it was expected.
He was indeed a small fry, not knowing the boss was quite normal.
"What's the name of your organization? A gang? A corporation?"
The little leader knew this answer, hurriedly nodding: "I know, our sect is called 'Ten Commandments.'
Su Ming knew who they were, minions of the Mandarin.
"Go back and tell your superiors to live their good life as a warlord and not to provoke Deathstroke in New York, got it?"
"Uh-huh uh-huh....."
Su Ming knocked him out and tossed him onto a pile with his group of underlings.
During this period in the United States, the Ten Rings were still referred to as the 'Ten Commandments,' a name the Mandarin used to attract foreigners to join his forces, a title reminiscent of a proverb from the Bible.
Simply riding the coattails.
These brainwashed Americans knew almost nothing, following orders from above without question.
The true name of the Mandarin remained unknown, with a pile of aliases, among which 'Khan' and 'Mandarin' were commonly used. His intelligence was unmatched, and he was cunning and devious, with ten powerful magical rings on his fingers that could fulfill his every wish.
These ten magic rings were truly troublesome, especially the Jin Chenxi, Bai Yunyan, and Profound Universe rings, which posed the greatest threat to Su Ming.
This was a spoofing theory from the internet; these rings didn't actually have names but were distinguished by color.
Their powers were the 'Marvel version of the Great Splitting Technique,' manipulation of Earth's gravity, and a 'weaker version of the Reality Gem.'
Fortunately, as a mage, the Mandarin should not dare to come to New York personally, with Kunlun and the Divine Spear Bureau balancing against him on one hand, and on the other hand, the Magic Temple of the Ancient One being here. If he were to use powerful magic against outsiders in this place, the Supreme Mage would certainly stop him.
One organization confirmed, now the rest should likely be of a similar origin.
Su Ming climbed quietly onto the other side of the rooftop, to the street corner to tackle those fake band members.
The strategy wasn't innovative; dealing with them, the overhead descending staff technique was always effective. After some interrogation, discovering this group wouldn't talk, he had to knock them all out.
While hiding these unconscious individuals, Su Ming discovered a peculiar tattoo on them, an 'm' letter with a small arrow-shaped tail.
The astrological sign of Scorpio.
Well, these were people from the Zodiac Twelve, annoying but predictable.
After discovering that this was a world merging movies, comics, and television series, he was mentally prepared. The Zodiac Twelve, stemming from Da Vinci's founding of the Principal Twelve Palaces, meant more cases might not align with the comics, thus currently remaining unknown.
Unlike Hydra, though both were underground espionage organizations, the Zodiac Twelve preferred using economic means to control Earth, being more covert and harder to detect.
After dragging this group into the alley's garbage dump, Su Ming created some noise to lure those young mothers into the alley. These women turned out to be more skilled than he imagined, competent and silent.
However, their behavior exposed their identities. They were originally wearing pretty dresses, a group of blonde beauties pushing baby strollers.
As soon as they realized they were lured into the alley, they immediately threw out a few smoke bombs, instantly changing into tight-fitting red ninja suits, with only their eyes showing.
A group of cross-dressing men, and they were all Japanese.
Su Ming shook his head, unsure whether to call them smart or foolish: "No need to ask anymore, you've already revealed, you're from the Hand Union."
The ninjas exchanged glances and then silently pulled out various weapons from the baby strollers, rushing towards Su Ming.
"Trying to kill and silence? I like....."