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What they cared about most was the kind of bullet-time ability. Through investigation, they discovered this ability could only be inherited through bloodlines. After observing for a while, they gave up.
For S.H.I.E.L.D., most of the Assassin Alliance's assets weren't very useful, but they still planted agents to see if they could infiltrate the high-ranking leadership.
Coulson said:"In the early stages, our operatives didn't pay much attention to the Assassin Alliance's new leader. We didn't even expect him to become the leader.""So there's no detailed psychological profile or analysis, but the basic information is available.""Smith Doyle, male, 18 years old, orphaned.""He was adopted by the Assassin Alliance's senior leadership and has always lived at their headquarters. His code name is 'God.'""At present, we're still following the principles of the Assassin Alliance and will not lead the organization down a path that could destabilize society in the short term.""It is said that dealing with the senior ranks will be his primary goal after taking office."
Nick Fury chuckled:"Wow… that's quite a formidable figure.""It seems this 18-year-old leader is highly valued by the senior ranks.""We need to monitor Smith Doyle closely and understand why he became a leader at only 18.""Is it because of special abilities, or was he specially chosen?""As for the Assassin Alliance and the High Table, let the undercover agents continue gathering intelligence as usual."
Coulson nodded:"Yes, understood."
Until either of these organizations shows signs of possessing something akin to Item 084, Fury isn't paying them much attention.
Assassin Alliance – Recovery Room
Fox had been in a car accident yesterday, sustaining some internal injuries, and was now back in the recovery room receiving treatment.
Smith Doyle removed the wax from Fox's eyes and mouth and began speaking:"You're awake. How do you feel?"
Fox opened his eyes and looked at the person before him:"A little thirsty."
Smith called out:"Pull."
"Yes, Mr. Smith," came the reply.
Pull rolled a whiskey bottle and poured a small cup into Fox's mouth.
Fox's eyes widened in disbelief:"What is this…?""A talking, flying blue cat?"
Smith Doyle thought for a moment and said:"This is my friend, Pull."
Then he turned to Pull:"This is my friend, Fox."
Pull floated in the air and said to Fox:"Hello, I'm Pull."
Although Fox understood him, he was still confused:"An alien?"
Smith considered it for a moment and decided Pull should be regarded as an Earth animal connected to Dragon Ball:"Not exactly. It's related to Dragon Ball."
Fox nodded in confusion—another mystery to ponder.
"What do we do next?" he asked."Should we go kill Vigo together?"
Smith shook his head:"Vigo's dead. The Russian mob has been destroyed.""And now, I'm the leader."
Hearing this, Fox excitedly sat up, and the wax sealing him shattered immediately."Congratulations!"
Then, confused, he asked:"How long was I under treatment?""I thought the injuries weren't too severe. It shouldn't have been more than a week, right?"
Smith smiled:"No, you just slept through the night."
He then recounted the events of yesterday to Fox.
Meanwhile
John Wick retrieved his beloved car. He watched a video his wife had taken at home and held a Dragon Ball in his hand."Helen… wait for me."
The doorbell rang. Thinking it was Smith, John immediately got up to answer it.
Opening the door, he was disappointed. It wasn't Smith Doyle—it was Santino D'Antonio."Come in."
John and Santino entered the room. Once in the living room, John said:"Good to see you."
Santino returned the smile:"Likewise."
John went to the kitchen to make coffee. Santino looked at photos of John and his wife in the room and said:"John, I'm sorry about your wife's passing."
John was silent for a moment, then replied:"Thank you."
John poured coffee for Santino, and the two sat facing each other on the living room sofa.
Santino looked at John:"Listen, John. Honestly, I didn't want to come either."
John already suspected his intentions. Aside from Smith Doyle, he had also signed a blood oath with this man. But knowing he would soon be busy searching for the Dragon Balls, John said:"Please, don't do this."
Santino took out the blood oath John had given him and said:"I'm sorry, but no one can back out without paying the price."
He placed the blood oath on the coffee table and continued:"John, I'm also in a difficult position.""But don't forget—if not for me, you couldn't have completed that impossible task that night.""You wouldn't have had the chance to enjoy these five beautiful years."
Santino pointed at the house:"All of this is thanks to me. In a sense, it belongs to me."
John looked at him and said:"Take it back."
Santino was surprised:"Take it back?""A blood oath is not something to joke about, John.""If someone signs a blood oath, they pledge their soul in the promise."
Looking at the blood oath, John wanted to refuse, but he had just signed one with Smith Doyle and didn't want to reject another. If word got out, how would others perceive him?
But he was retired and didn't want to get involved with Santino. His focus was on finding the Dragon Balls.
After hesitating briefly, John asked:"Is it urgent?"
Santino nodded:"Yes, it's urgent.""Does it have to be me?"
"Yes, it must be you," Santino said, picking up the blood oath again. Then he took out his phone and pulled up a photo."I heard you're looking for this."
Looking at the four Dragon Balls on the screen, John kept a neutral expression and calmly asked:"Do you know what this is?"