"Are we just going to ignore them?"
Xu Bin—that is, the construction worker—followed behind the man with gold-rimmed glasses and glanced at Pei Hongwei and the ballet woman who were surrounded by a crowd of passersby.
"Brother Xu, what we need to do is find a way to stay alive. Since we've obtained a second life we should cherish it properly, not waste it for free on other people, right?"
Yi Wenxuan glanced at Xu Bin. This dark, simple big guy was a bit too much of a soft-hearted good person.
There were still 23 hours and 37 minutes until the Chitauri army invaded New York. If they did not think of a way they might die in New York. However, the Survival Mission would only be issued after the Chitauri army invaded New York, so it was highly likely related to the Chitauri army.
It might be a mission to take down a few Chitauri, or it might be something as absurd as destroying a Leviathan…
Were these 24 hours given to us by the Survival Space to search for weapons?
A confident smile curled the corner of Yi Wenxuan's mouth.
With physical qualities twice that of ordinary people, it was enough to find suitable weapons for them. Hopefully you can put in some effort.
Yi Wenxuan glanced at Xu Bin out of the corner of his eye. This big brother who had long done physical labor on construction sites had strength 2 points higher than the average of ordinary people. Under the attribute enhancement of the Survival Space, it had reached a terrifying degree. Dealing with simple street punks would definitely be enough.
However, if they wanted to obtain weapons with powerful firepower, they would need to make contact with gangs.
If this was the real Marvel world, then the Kingpin should also exist, right?
That cunning and treacherous future underworld emperor—if he knew about this crisis in New York, what would he do?
The high-tech weapons of the Chitauri would become the foundation for him to take another step forward, and I would obtain sufficiently powerful firepower from his hands to complete the Survival Mission and stay alive…
I'm sorry, Brother Xu. From the very beginning you were only part of my plan—a small chess piece.
The selfish Yi Wenxuan had planned everything from the start. He chose the easiest-to-manipulate Xu Bin as his partner, while that crazy woman and Pei Hongwei were excluded by him. Those two would only ruin his plan.
"Yi Wenxuan, what are you planning to do? Do you have a plan?" Xu Bin looked at Yi Wenxuan, who seemed to be thinking about something. He always felt the other was not thinking of anything good, and a trace of wariness toward him arose in his heart. People who had died once especially cherished their second life.
Xu Bin was not stupid either. He could tell that Yi Wenxuan was plotting something.
"We need weapons to deal with what will happen in 23 hours and 34 minutes. At the same time, I need to know how much money is on this card." Yi Wenxuan took out a bank card. It had been placed together with the other documents. According to his guess, it was probably a convenience provided by the Survival Space to newcomers, just like the 100% attribute enhancement.
On the other side, Pei Hongwei and the ballet woman who had been fighting were quickly pressed into a police car and taken away by the police who had rushed over after receiving the alarm call. During the process something that made people's jaws drop also occurred—the struggling ballet woman actually threw a fat police officer who weighed at least 180 jin flying into the air, causing the surrounding onlookers to let out cries of surprise.
The ballet woman, who had almost fallen into madness, was taken to the police station and rambled some nonsense that attracted the attention of an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. planted in the police station. He recorded her words and passed them up to a higher-level agent. As for whose hands this recording would eventually reach, that was no longer something he needed to care about.
Cyan walked out of Burger King and spent some Survival Points to change the goggles into the appearance of sunglasses, covering her pair of silver-white eyes. She put a baseball cap on her head to cover her conspicuous hair, raised her head to look at the hazy sky that seemed to be covered by a layer of gloom, and showed a thoughtful expression.
"Tomorrow, this place will be shrouded in the flames of war."
Asuka walked over next to Cyan and rested an arm on her shoulder.
"In the end we are only outsiders. There is a limit to the things we can do."
Nishi drank cool iced cola, hugged Cyan's arm, and held the iced cola out next to her mouth.
"Want some?"
"Mm."
Cyan bit the straw and took a sip of iced cola.
Does this count as an indirect kiss?
Nishi looked at Cyan's action, her cheeks slightly red.
"Big brother, what are we going to do next?"
Lan Yu stood behind Cyan and asked quietly.
"Wait for the right moment."
Cyan had considered infiltrating Stark Tower in advance to stop the scientist controlled by Loki from setting up the instrument and using the Tesseract to open the portal that would allow the Chitauri army to come to New York. However, she could not be certain whether doing so would cause the Survival Mission to fail.
The Survival Mission would be issued after the Chitauri army invaded New York. Right now, all they could do was wait for the Chitauri army to invade New York, then complete the Survival Mission and leave this world. It was that simple.
"Doesn't that mean that before the Chitauri army arrives we can't do anything at all? If only we could infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier…" Lan Yu really wanted to save Coulson's life. Looking at the current time, Coulson was still alive. However, after tomorrow that might no longer be the case.
"If we were on the Helicarrier there would be many things we could do. But right now we are in New York. Apart from waiting, there is nothing we can do."
If the Survival Space had transferred them onto the Helicarrier, there would be many Hidden Missions available for them to complete. However, the place they were currently in was New York, and the things they could do were few.
"Ah!"
Lan Yu suddenly thought of something. He looked at Cyan and Nishi and Asuka beside her and asked, "Big brother, are you guys strong?"
"What did you think of?"
Asuka looked at Lan Yu, who seemed to be cooking up some scheme, and always felt this kid was not thinking of anything good.
"We can use Tony Shitstark… no, Tony Stark to enter S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier. S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury is currently wanting to reassemble the Avengers team precisely because the Tesseract was taken by Loki. As long as you can display sufficiently powerful strength, entering S.H.I.E.L.D. through Tony won't be anything difficult."
The more Lan Yu spoke, the more excited he became. After all he was still a child and the things he considered were not comprehensive. Who was Nick Fury?
An agent known as the King of Agents. He trusted no one but himself. Facing Cyan and the others—people of super-strong strength who had popped out of who-knows-what rock crevice—what would he think?
Not secretly having people use drugs to subdue Cyan and the others would already be good.
"Your proposal is too dangerous."
Cyan would not gamble herself and the people by her side on an uncertain result. Unless they could 100% enter S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier through Iron Man Tony, she would not act rashly. Looking at the current time, continuing to stay hidden would be the better choice.
"Although it's very dangerous, it's not without the possibility of being carried out. However, now is not the time. We need to gather more information."
Evening. The sky gradually darkened.
In a hidden room underground in a certain bar.
"So you're the one who wants to see me?"
Wilson Grant Fisk held a cigar in his mouth, exhaling clouds of smoke as he looked at the thin, small man in front of him and the man following beside him who did not look particularly strong yet had been able to punch one of his subordinates flying. He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"That's right, Mr. Fisk. I have a piece of information that you might be interested in."
Yi Wenxuan looked at Wilson respectfully, showing a confident smile.
"Oh? Let's hear it."
"Tomorrow—more accurately, in 16 hours and 23 minutes—New York will receive a group of uninvited guests."
"Uninvited guests?"
Wilson lightly snorted, flicked the ash from his cigar, and asked, "What kind of uninvited guests? Or…"
"Bang!"
Wilson slapped the table. His gaze was gloomy and cold as he looked at Yi Wenxuan and Xu Bin. Full of murderous intent, he said, "Or is it the people who sent you?"
"No, no no, Mr. Fisk, you misunderstand. The uninvited guests I'm referring to are not Earth people, but aliens." Yi Wenxuan was startled by Wilson's murderous intent. He placed one hand on his waist and pinched the flesh of his own side, looking calmly at Wilson and the people holding various firearms who had rushed out the moment he slapped the table.
Xu Bin forced himself to remain calm and stood in place. Looking at those people holding firearms, his legs trembled slightly. For an ordinary person, being able to maintain calm when seeing so many real guns and live ammunition was already not easy.
"Aliens. Are you joking?"
Wilson coldly snorted, leaned back against the solid wood chair, and coldly looked at Yi Wenxuan.
"Whether it's true or false, Mr. Fisk will naturally know tomorrow. The most important thing is that if Mr. Fisk wants to rapidly develop his forces, using this opportunity to obtain high-tech alien weapons will allow even faster development. This is an opportunity—an opportunity that appears accompanied by danger."
Yi Wenxuan looked at Wilson with composure. He knew that at this time he could not show the slightest panic. Otherwise, his life might be left here.
"Oh? Where did you obtain this information?"
Seeing that the Eastern man in front of him was so calm, Wilson added a bit more belief to his words.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. An extraterrestrial visitor stole an item from S.H.I.E.L.D. that is enough to destroy the entire New York, and this item will attract an army of aliens."
"What do you want in exchange for giving me this information? Money? Or something else?"
"I want weapons—weapons sufficient to guarantee our lives during the alien invasion."
"That simple?"
"That's right."
Wilson thought for a moment and said, "Fine. I will provide you with weapons and sufficient ammunition. But if you deceive me, don't even think about leaving New York alive."
"Mr. Fisk, I will not deceive you. Whether the words I spoke are true or false, tomorrow will naturally make everything clear."
After a while, Yi Wenxuan and Xu Bin left the bar carrying a luggage bag. The heavy luggage bag contained firearms and ammunition, as well as several hand grenades.
"Brother Yi, you're too reliable! I almost pissed myself from fear of him. That guy is way too strong!"
Xu Bin felt the weight in his hands. A trace of excitement appeared on his face. Thinking of Wilson's strong, towering figure like a small mountain, a flash of fear passed through his eyes.
"Weapons are necessary in order to stay alive."
These weapons had been selected by themselves under Wilson's tacit permission. Yi Wenxuan and Xu Bin could see the information of the firearms, so naturally they selected firearms with high power that could load more ammunition. Even though they had never used firearms before, after equipping the firearms they could still shoot the bullets out.
As for accuracy… that could only depend on luck, unless the Chitauri themselves charged into the bullets.