Yasuo in Marvel Universe

After Yasuo had carried out the justice in his heart last night, he obediently returned to his knife shop and waited for business to come to him. What he didn't expect was that there was not even an injured gangster after sitting there all night.

The Gucci crime family unfortunately ran into trouble in order to integrate the Skull and Bones Society, the underworld in Manhattan. More than thirty people were not spared, and they were all killed by the Gucci crime family.

It was just after dawn that Yasuo, who had been mumbling vicious curses all night, finally realized the truth and reluctantly closed the shop and went to bed to rest.

Yasuo didn't know that two SHIELD agents running towards him in the distance were already on the road.

On the road in New York, a red sports car was speeding. In the driver's seat was a woman, Melinda May, also known as Knight, a level 7 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Hey Melinda," this mission is not an emergency. You don't have to drive so fast. You're not in a good state. You can try to relax. "Sitting in the passenger seat was a white man named Phil Coulson, known internally as Agent Template, a level six agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, this is my last field service. After this time, I will apply for transfer to the internal service." Melinda returned absentmindedly.

"I know that some things will never be forgotten for a lifetime, but that child, you know, it's not your fault. You were just an ordinary person at that time. You have tried your best. I hope you are not always immersed in the past. You Gotta cheer up."

Melinda shot and killed the girl in the Bahrain Island Incident, thereby rescuing others. He was regarded as a hero internally, and was awarded the title of "Knight" by SHIELD. However, she still felt deep self-blame. There was a huge psychological shadow.

"I know you're doing it for my own good, and I'm trying to figure out how to adjust myself, but I need time. This can't be done with just a few words." Melinda said in a low voice.

"I hope you can recover quickly. After this mission is completed, you can take a vacation. I hope you have a perfect vacation." Colson said while looking at Melinda who was driving faster and faster.

"Hey, it's the last mission before the holiday. People who hear this sentence will often be in great danger afterwards, okay?" Melinda looked weird after hearing Coulson's words.

"Where did you hear such talk?" Coulson asked strangely.

"I learned from the experience of countless spy movies," Melinda replied with an affirmative look.

"Hey, old man, I really didn't expect you to joke." Colson was a little surprised, but it was a good thing to joke, as it would speed up his mental recovery.

"We are SHIELD, super agents among agents. You actually believe the experience in the movie. This mission is very simple, you can rest assured." Coulson said with a smile.

"Oh. A very simple mission actually sent us two here. This is a bit wrong. I thought it was terrorists from the Middle East or a terrorist leader who came to New York." Melinda said this without caring at all. She was considered the top She also killed countless terrorists.

"It's really simple. There are no terrorists, no terrorist leaders, no missiles, nothing in this mission. You can treat him as an early vacation." Coulson answered easily.

"I don't believe Director Nick Fury would be so kind." Melinda said with a look of disbelief.

"Hey, believe me, it's really simple. Our mission is just to meet a man, or a boy to be more accurate," Coulson said while taking out a stack of documents and flipping through them.

"Level 6 authority, that's what you said." Melinda, who was focused on driving, glanced at the document.

"Director Nick Fury told me clearly that just to contact a boy, this is actually a level six mission, damn it." Coulson looked innocent and began to flip through the documents.

"Hey, Coulson, did you join SHIELD yesterday and actually believe what Nick Fury said." Melinda rolled her eyes.

"Look, what did I see? An Asian owner of a knife shop sells all kinds of knives. Oh my God, even the sale of arms happens every day in the world. Do we, Shenshi, want to crack down on the illegal trafficking of controlled knives?" Even the ordinary police don't care about it, okay?" Colson screamed after reading the first page of the document. Melinda, who was racing in the car, was so frightened that her hands shook, and the car began to shake left and right.

"Hey, Melinda, be careful. I don't want the headline tomorrow to be about two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who died in a car accident while driving."

Feeling that the vehicle was stable, Colson continued to look through the documents, "Asian, orphan, became independent six months ago when he turned sixteen, and then opened a knife shop on Ninth Avenue in Manhattan. He has normal household registration and has paid various social insurances. , had no criminal record, and had never been to the police station once. "It was a very ordinary record, but Coulson still couldn't see anything strange about it.

"Don't be surprised, keep reading. Although Nick Fury is a bit dark, he will not add a boy to the sixth level of authority for no reason." Melinda, who was racing seriously, motioned to Coulson to keep reading.

"Okay, okay, let me continue reading. You drove seriously and rented a house directly on Ninth Avenue in Manhattan with only $100. Isn't it suspicious?" Colson asked.

"Ninth Avenue in Manhattan is not a peaceful place. I think you will soon find the real place." Melinda signaled that you were about to discover the problem.

"Ah, yes, an Asian living in the Ninth District, which is full of blacks and Mexicans, has never entered the police station. It's a bit strange. They also say that he sells knives during the day, but turns into a surgeon at night. Injured gang members perform surgery at low prices, mainly to help gang members remove bullets from their bodies. Gang members who have undergone his surgery say he is more professional than doctors in big hospitals. What the hell is this?" Colson started to scream again. .

"Colson, you are one of the few friends I have. If you keep yelling like this, I'm not sure if you will lose a friend." Melinda said flatly.

"Okay, okay, I'll keep looking down. I won't disturb you anymore. Don't get excited and pay attention to the vehicles next to you. Oh damn, you almost hit each other." Colson had a frightened expression on his face.

"Okay, here comes the most important clue. In the six months since he opened the store on Ninth Avenue, nineteen gang members died mysteriously on Ninth Avenue. Judging from the wounds, all of them were stabbed without the ability to resist. Killed, the shape of the wound is that of a samurai sword. There are some photos behind it, let me see." Coulson became serious after seeing some photos.

The color photos all show a kind of knife wound. The wounds on more than a dozen different photos are exactly the same, and only the last few photos show differences.

In the first photo, a man wearing a coat and hat is talking to a white man.

In the second photo, the man in the hat is standing in front of a convenience store. A white man opposite is carrying the body of the white man who just talked to the man in the hat.

In the last photo, a strange man wearing red armor and holding a samurai sword stood in an alley. It was obvious that the body under his feet was the white man just now, and some walls on both sides collapsed.

There is a line written below the photo. The man in red armor used a samurai sword to release a strong dragon whirlwind, killing several gang men opposite and destroying nearby public properties.