Chapter 18 – Four Planets

The only thing that caught their attention was the bullet-time-like ability. After investigation, they found it could only be inherited through bloodlines. After observing it for a while, they gave up.

The things inside the Assassin League were a bit of a mixed bag for S.H.I.E.L.D., but they still sent agents to infiltrate and see if they could reach the upper ranks.

Coulson spoke up:

"As for this new leader of the Assassin League, we didn't pay much attention to him at first and never expected him to rise to leadership."

"So we don't have detailed psychological profiles or analysis, but we did get basic information."

"Smith Doyle, male, 18 years old, orphan."

"Adopted by the upper ranks of the Assassin League, lived at their headquarters, codename: GOD."

"He's been acting in line with the League's principles and won't likely disrupt societal order in the short term."

"Apparently, dealing with the High Table was his first objective after taking command."

Nick Fury smiled:

"'GOD'—quite a grand codename."

"An 18-year-old leader, clearly favored by the top brass."

"Increase surveillance on Smith Doyle. We need to understand how he became the leader at such a young age."

"Was it due to a special ability or was he deliberately chosen?"

"As for the Assassin League and the High Table, just let our undercover agents continue collecting intel."

Coulson nodded:

"Understood."

Since neither organization had shown signs of potential 084 objects, Fury didn't place high priority on them. His focus remained elsewhere.

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Assassin League – Recovery Room

Fox, injured in a car accident the day before, was recovering in the facility.

Smith Doyle removed the wax from Fox's eyes and mouth and asked:

"You're awake. How are you feeling?"

Fox opened his eyes, looked at the man in front of him, and said:

"A bit thirsty."

Smith called out:

"Pool."

"Yes, Master Smith."

Pool poured a small glass of whiskey and gently let it flow into Fox's mouth.

Fox widened his eyes in disbelief:

"What is this?"

"A flying, talking blue cat?"

Smith Doyle thought for a moment, then replied:

"This is my companion, Pool."

Then, turning to Pool:

"This is my friend, Fox."

Floating in the air, Pool greeted Fox:

"Hello, I'm Pool."

Although Fox understood the words, he still asked in confusion:

"An alien?"

Smith considered it—Pool was likely a humanoid animal from the Dragon Ball world.

"Not exactly. He's related to Dragon Ball."

Fox nodded, still puzzled.

"So what's next?"

"Are we going to kill Viggo together?"

Smith shook his head:

"Viggo is already dead, and the Russian gang is gone."

"Oh, and I'm the leader now."

Fox sat up in surprise, the hardened wax cracking off:

"Congratulations!"

Then he asked, confused:

"How long was I out? The injuries weren't serious—it shouldn't have been more than a week, right?"

Smith smiled:

"Nope. Just overnight."

He then told Fox everything that happened the previous day.

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Elsewhere.

John Wick had retrieved his car and was at home watching an old video of his wife. He held the Four-Star Ball in his hand.

"Helen, wait for me."

Just then, the doorbell rang. Thinking it was Smith Doyle, John got up to open the door.

But instead of Smith, it was Santino D'Antonio.

"Come in."

John led Santino into the living room and said:

"Good to see you."

Santino smiled in return:

"You too."

While John went to make coffee, Santino looked at a photo of John and his wife and said:

"I'm sorry about your wife, John."

John was silent for a moment, then replied:

"Thanks."

John brought coffee and they sat face to face.

Santino began:

"Listen, John. Honestly, I didn't want to come."

John could already guess what he wanted. Besides Smith, he'd also given a blood oath to the man sitting before him. But with his plans to search for the Dragon Balls, he said:

"Please don't do this."

Santino pulled out the blood oath contract John had once given him.

"I'm sorry, John. No one can return to this world without paying the price."

He placed the contract on the table.

"I really hate doing this. But don't forget—if it wasn't for me helping you complete that impossible task..."

"You wouldn't have had those five happy years. This house, this peace—you owe it all to me. In a way, it's mine."

John replied:

"Take it back."

Santino was surprised:

"Take it back?"

"A blood oath isn't a joke, John."

"When someone gives one, it's a vow made with their soul."

John wanted to reject the request. But how could he give one blood oath to Smith Doyle and then turn Santino away? What would that do to his reputation?

But he was retired. He didn't want to be involved in Santino's mess. His focus now was on finding the Dragon Balls.

After hesitating, John asked:

"Is it urgent?"

Santino nodded: "Very urgent."

"It has to be me?"

Santino picked up the contract again:

"Only you."

Seeing John's troubled look, Santino sighed and pulled out his phone, showing him a photo.

"I heard you were looking for this."

John looked at the photo of the Four-Star Ball. He kept his face neutral and replied calmly:

"Do you know what it is?"

—End of chapter—

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