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Chapter 190: Ch.189 Street Battle

This time, Su Ming didn\'t hold back. There was no need. Ninjas weren\'t the type to spill more information.

The Hand, being an assassin organization, was in direct competition with Deathstroke, a mercenary. While it was impossible to completely wipe out the Hand, killing a few assassins today was still beneficial.

With that thought, the golden staff in his hand transformed into dual blades. Su Ming charged toward the ninjas, slashing through their ranks.

There was no need for defense, only relentless attack. Their weapons couldn\'t even leave a scratch on his Saint Icon Armor, while Su Ming\'s blades cut through them effortlessly. All their evasive maneuvers had already been calculated, leaving no chance of survival.

Most of their ninjutsu was just visual trickery, but Su Ming didn\'t trust his eyesight alone. Using his superhuman spatial awareness and sensing air movement, each of his strikes landed with deadly precision.

"Ugh!"

"Ha!"

"Banzai!"

Ten seconds later, the cross-dressing ninjas lay dead in the alley, their bodies mysteriously turning into brown ash. Nothing remained.

That was typical of suicide warriors, even setting up failsafes for their own corpses.

Next up was the group of agents on the bus. They were from Leviathan. Su Ming simply knocked them out and let them be.

Leviathan\'s current leaders were Vasily Dassaev and Victor Uvarov. Su Ming would leave them to continue growing their power in Russia. Leviathan was at odds with both SSR and Hydra, so they\'d make a useful tool in future conflicts.

The only ones left were the scattered operatives on the street. Su Ming initially planned to bulldoze through them, but after taking down a few, the others reacted. They shouted, "Hail Hydra!" and instantly coordinated their efforts.

Su Ming noticed that before, they hadn\'t recognized each other. It was only after they chanted the slogan that they realized they were on the same side. This piqued his interest.

It seemed that not only were Red Skull\'s men here, but agents of other Hydra leaders as well.

Over the years, Su Ming had gathered bits of information, learning that this world differed from both the comics and the movies.

For instance, Wolfgang von Strucker, known as Baron Strucker, was once Hydra\'s original leader. However, after a falling out with Red Skull, he barely escaped death and fled to Japan to start anew. Though he still called his group Hydra, they were a separate faction from the Germans and were now focused on electromagnetic weaponry.

Then there was Daniel Whitehall. He and his faction were likely in Southeast Asia, searching for mystical artifacts for the Fuhrer and investigating the legends of immortality tied to Project XZ.

There were also other leaders whose whereabouts were unknown, such as Viper, Kraken, Baron Zemo, Hive, and Madam Hydra.

Including Red Skull and Dr. Arnim Zola, there were a total of nine leaders.

These nine were the current heads of Hydra.

Ever since Strucker was ousted, none of them trusted one another, and they often operated independently, with occasional internal strife.

They were all potential future allies in the business world, so Su Ming decided not to kill their operatives today. However, the Super Soldier Serum was his priority, and anyone else would have to wait until next time.

...

With lightning-fast speed, Su Ming became a black-and-yellow blur. The agents were skilled, using suppressed handguns, which gave him more time.

As he sprinted across the wet pavement, Deathstroke raced toward each agent. Tomatoes from a nearby stand exploded from stray bullets, and sparks flew as ricocheting rounds hit streetlight poles.

But their resistance was futile. In mere moments, everyone on the street was knocked out by Su Ming\'s ever-shifting golden staff.

After surveying the two unconscious SSR agents at the shop entrance, Su Ming picked up some newspapers to cover them.

"Poor souls," he muttered. "Every named organization from this era has infiltrated you guys."

He walked up to the front of the antique shop, wiping blood off his armor. After all, he was about to meet everyone as Deathstroke for the first time—better to make a decent impression.

Too much blood would be off-putting. He still planned on scamming S.H.I.E.L.D. for money later on.

And so, that\'s how he had made his \'polite\' entrance into the shop earlier.

The elderly woman manning the shop was too old for Su Ming to risk using the Godkiller on her—she might not survive. So he opted for a gentler weapon he hadn\'t used in a while: the titanium staff, Deathstroke\'s signature tool. He gave the old lady a mild electric shock.

A flash of blue light filled the dilapidated shop as the old woman crumpled to the ground. Su Ming only hoped she didn\'t have a heart condition.

But with her firing earlier, the people below would certainly know an intruder had arrived. There was no time to worry about the elderly now.

Su Ming stepped past the counter and unslung the Nightfall sword from his back. He thrust it toward the spot where the hidden door mechanism was located.

The guards inside had obviously noticed the commotion outside, but before they could react, a piece of black metal pierced through the thick door, appearing before their very eyes.

They stared in disbelief. This door was reinforced to the same standard as the ones in the White House bunker. How could it be breached so easily by a melee weapon?

As they gazed at the shimmering X-metal of the Nightfall sword, it was as though they were staring into the stars of another universe. A deep chill crept into their bones.

This was the dramatic entrance Su Ming had planned.

He knew there was a hidden switch beneath the counter, but using it wouldn\'t have been nearly as impressive.

Breaking through something they believed to be impenetrable was far more impactful.

Sching, sching, sching.

The sword moved slowly, slicing through the thick steel door like butter. If it weren\'t for the sparks flying off and burning through their uniforms, the guards might have thought they were hallucinating.

Clang!

In less than five seconds, a large circular hole appeared in the door, and the cut-out piece of metal fell to the floor like a giant coin.

A figure clad in black and yellow armor stood in the opening.

Su Ming had noticed the flickering streetlights earlier, indicating that Stark was siphoning power from New York\'s grid, causing voltage instability. After taking down all the agents outside, he had entered just as the lights continued to flicker.

It seemed Captain America\'s \'sunbathing\' was only halfway done—right on schedule.

"Hello there. I\'m your new neighbor. You can call me Deathstroke."

Shouldering the Nightfall sword, Su Ming casually waved, as if he were some visiting official on an inspection.

"Open fire!"

The soldiers, naturally, didn\'t take kindly to his greeting. He had just cut through their door, after all, which made him an intruder.

Fueled by a mix of fear and strict security protocols, the guards opened fire, their guns blazing.

Su Ming shook his head. "How unfriendly. And those guns you\'re using? Sponsored by Wilson Enterprises."

He didn\'t even bother using the Godkiller this time. Instead, he swung his titanium staff, clearing a path through the guards.

With sweeping strikes, precise jabs, and bursts of electricity, Su Ming quickly incapacitated the soldiers. Despite their competence, they were still just ordinary humans, no match for a super-soldier like him. In just a few seconds, he reached the door to the lab, after clearing a hundred-meter hallway.

At the door, a female officer had been backed into a corner, curled up in fear. The hallway was littered with blood and bodies—none dead, but none able to slow down the armored figure either.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow-and-black armored man was before her, his combat prowess and physical abilities turning the battle into a dazzling display.

She found herself staring at his glowing red eye, gripping her pistol but too afraid to fire. The fallen soldiers had already proven that bullets were useless.

"Don\'t worry. They\'re not dead. You should be thanking me on behalf of all the women in America."

Su Ming even pointed at the spot on his mask where his lips would be.

She was Sergeant Lorraine, Colonel Phillips\' secretary. In the Marvel world, she was a minor character, though the actress who played her was nicknamed "Little Rose." Su Ming had seen her in "Elementary" and "Game of Thrones."

Seeing a familiar yet unfamiliar face put Su Ming in a slightly better mood. This world really was a melting pot of different realities, but at least now he had encountered someone he recognized.