CHAPTER 12
Manhattan, New York.
early morning.
John stood absentmindedly in the kitchen, thinking about the reward he received after his cultural level increased by +1 under Quintessa's teaching last night.
He was a little confused because most of the guys who signed a contract with Dormammu turned into neither human nor ghost.
Just like Uncle Ba with smoky makeup.
And Quintessa is said to be the creator of Cybertron, and is considered the second most powerful of all the rewards he has received.
The most powerful one is of course the Blue Giant Star Destroyer Cannon.
But the star destroyer cannon is extremely unstable, and the earth will be blown to pieces if you are not careful.
But then again, it was a bit unexpected that Kunta could transform into a human.
"I have indeed fallen."
Regret, annoyance, unwillingness, sadness, all kinds of emotions intertwined on John's face.
If God gives him another chance, he will definitely...
Forget it. Studying is more important. It won't be too late to eat when you become stronger.
Moreover, the mining function opened by the system yesterday requires physical miners, which forces the rebellious Quintessa to occasionally work part-time as a miner.
It seems pretty good too.
As a good boss, John decided to appoint Quintessa as a full-time secretary.
After all, there is a saying in the past life: "If there is something to do, the secretary will do it..."
"System, enter the panel."
[Name: John. ]
[Race: Human]
Age: 21
[Superpowers: 50/50 serum, spider sense, super strength, destiny card]
[Items: Vibranium Shield, Cricket Pistol, Regeneration Cradle, Blue Giant Star Destroyer]
[Subordinates: Drift, Soundwave (Tape Corps) Quintessa]
[Contract Object: Dormammu]
Seeing this, John touched his nose awkwardly. More than half of the system rewards came from Ms. Zhao Helen.
But it makes sense when you think about it. They have known each other for a year and lived together for more than nine months, so they have almost read all the books in the house.
Reward for 50 points of cultural level: Cricket pistol, also from the movie "Men in Black", small and exquisite, less than the size of a palm, and with amazing recoil.
As for the power - each shot is roughly equal to the power of a grenade explosion, and has unlimited bullets.
It is worthy of being a product of the system, undoubtedly a top quality product.
The vibranium shield that his teacher Sharon Carter originally contributed has been kept in the system space for many years.
Because there is really no chance to use it. I can't go cosplay as Captain Wu Wu Kai on Halloween.
Of course, there were also some miscellaneous rewards that he dealt with.
For example, Captain Wuwukai's diary.
The wisps of black air lingering around his fingertips slowly turned into a blue energy card. John. played with it for a few times and suddenly thought of something.
Oh no, that woman might still be in New York.
John realized it later and quickly withdrew his dark magic. He didn't want to face Ancient One again.
Even though Ancient One also used the power of the dark dimension, and even used it to prolong his life, he was able to live for hundreds of years.
But he is a God-like boss after all, and he is just an ordinary super-powered person.
The boss can light a lamp, but he cannot set a fire at present.
As for Dormammu, the person he contracted to borrow dark magic, that was a big problem.
Dormammu, the ruler of the dark dimension, is at least as powerful as the Ancient One.
"Forget it. There's no point worrying now. Let's see how much money we made first."
When John opened his phone and looked at the balance of his bank card, he was stunned in shock.
Balance: US$302,389,757.
"Three...three hundred million?" John counted it more than ten times before he was finally sure that it was really more than three hundred million US dollars.
"Little Chaos, did you steal from Jin Bing's house?"
A mechanical arm suddenly extended from one side of the phone and rubbed John's arm affectionately like a kitten.
Since meeting Quintessa last night, the mechanical dog and Little Mischief have become more and more like domestic pets.
John. A two-second silence was observed for Kingpin.
"According to the timeline, the Mark II should be developed soon."
After Tony fights Iron Monger and personally acknowledges Iron Man's identity, coupled with the launch of the clean energy project, Stark Industries' stock price will surely rise again.
"Little Chaos, use all this money to buy Stark Industries shares."
...
And at this time the Faubourg Building in New York.
"Is Kingpin crazy? What on earth does he want to do?"
A group of Fopler agents looked at their chief with tired expressions. To be honest, they were also helpless because no one knew why Kingpin suddenly went crazy.
In the past few days, Kingpin, the biggest boss of the New York underground gang, has been attacking other gangs like crazy, causing dozens of casualties.
Although those who died were all dwarf mules, the impact was not very good after all.
Especially for them, Foboler, Kingpin's behavior was a slap in their face.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?"
The response from Boss Fobler was still silence. The detectives investigated for several days and even secretly contacted many informants, but still found nothing.
Seeing this, Boss Foboler had no choice but to make a phone call: "Hey, there is a situation that needs your assistance."
After receiving the request for help from Furber, Nick Fury frowned slightly.
As far as he knew, Jin Bing was just a gang leader.
Nick Fury, who has seen a lot of storms and even aliens, just feels that Foboller is becoming more and more useless.
"Can't Fobolle handle this little thing?"
It seems that SHIELD still has to rely on him at critical moments. Recently, he has a feeling that the burden on his shoulders is getting heavier and heavier.
Those damn politicians in America should just give all the funds to S.H.I.E.L.D.
What's the point of keeping Fobolle? Just use him as a vase!
"Clint, go to Hell's Kitchen and investigate what Kingpin is doing lately."
...
In its early years, Hell's Kitchen was a famous slum on Manhattan Island, inhabited mainly by working-class Irish immigrants.
It is famous for its messy and backward living quality, serious racial conflicts and high crime rate.
Kingpin, who was being watched by both Foboler and S.H.I.E.L.D., had a cigar in his mouth, and his face became increasingly gloomy in the smoke.
Kingpin, wearing a white suit, looked extremely strong and seemed to weigh several times more than an ordinary person.
He held a black cane tightly in both hands and was tapping the ground without any rhythm.
Ding~ding~ding.
A group of gangsters stood in front of him without saying a word.
At this moment, Jin Bing was very irritable, but more distressed and helpless.
Since when, the inheritance he left to his son has inexplicably become less and less.
There was a full 300 million US dollars missing from the account, which was basically all the hard-earned money he had earned over the years.
It was gone just like that, without any warning at all.
He went to the bank to ask, and the bank's answer was: "Sir, the back-end shows that you did all this yourself."
In person, in person, I'm just fat, not stupid.
Who would give away $300 million? Who? Tell me who would do that.
"Bullseye, did those hackers you were looking for find anything?"
Bullseye, a mercenary and professional killer, is a general under Kingpin.
"It may take some time. The person who did it looks like a repeat offender. He didn't leave any traces."
Hearing this, Jin Bing extinguished the cigar in his hand with a serious expression.
"A habitual offender? He has offended so many people over the years. Who could it be?"