c14: These Underlings Are Not Bad, Photo Reveal?
Karl had never thought about becoming the kind of hero who deals with every villain like Superman or Captain America, carrying the weight of justice on his shoulders at all times.
He had no interest in that.
He simply did things according to his mood.
If he found someone disagreeable, or if they provoked him,
Karl would take action.
Regardless of the other party's identity.
Civilians, the wealthy, heroes, villains... in his eyes, it didn't matter whether it was someone like Tony Stark or a street-level vigilante like Daredevil, they were all the same.
What was important was himself.
He did what he wanted to do.
Karl looked at Kingpin and spoke:
"Since you plan to buy your life... help me find money."
"Then I'll be leaving first, I still have things to deal with."
"As for this guy."
"I'll let him go today, you can do whatever you want with him later."
Kingpin, Wilson Fisk, the undisputed ruler of New York's underworld wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his massive frame unusually tense.
"Alright, please take your time."
"Mm."
Karl nodded, preparing to leave.
Just then, Daredevil suddenly spoke up, his enhanced hearing still locked onto every subtle movement despite his battered state.
"How can you be like this!"
"Kingpin is the biggest underground boss in New York City."
"You have such powerful strength, why don't you punish him, but instead ask him for money?"
Karl glanced at Daredevil, his expression indifferent, as if looking at someone no different from the criminals Matt Murdock usually fought in Hell's Kitchen.
"No reason."
"If I had to say, it's because I want to do it."
As he spoke, Karl kicked Daredevil.
Whoosh!
Daredevil's figure instantly flew backwards, his body tracing an arc before crashing into the cold waters of the harbor—his senses overwhelmed as the saltwater disrupted his already strained equilibrium.
Then, Karl's figure flashed as he flew into the sky, his movement resembling the effortless flight of Kryptonians like Superman.
Almost in an instant, he disappeared without a trace.
Kingpin looked up.
Looking at the direction Karl left, he remained silent for a long time.
At this moment.
Kingpin's back was already soaked with cold sweat.
He hadn't expected Karl to actually have the ability to fly!
Bullseye hadn't told him about this.
Who exactly was this Karl Smith?
The information he had investigated clearly showed he was just an ordinary person, no mutation records like the X-Men, no enhancement like the Super Soldier Serum, no alien origin like Kryptonians.
But now, if anyone told him Karl was an ordinary person,
Kingpin would shoot them directly!
Can an ordinary person shoot heat vision from their eyes like Superman to dissolve people?
Can an ordinary person fly?
After a long while, Kingpin finally relaxed.
At this time, several underlings in black suits came before him.
"Boss, should we deal with Daredevil?"
Kingpin glanced at these underlings.
He looked at the seawater not far away and said in a heavy voice: "No need."
After all, he still remembered what Karl said.
So he didn't take action against Daredevil.
Kingpin instructed his underlings: "You guys, take those goods away."
He still owed Karl eight billion, so naturally he had to make money to pay the debt.
Kingpin didn't have much resentment toward Karl.
Survival of the fittest.
As a US underground boss, someone who had clashed with figures like Spider-Man and even manipulated events behind the scenes of New York, he naturally understood such things.
The other party was stronger than him, there was nothing to say.
Moreover, this money was what he used to buy his life.
It was just that the amount was indeed a bit large.
"Yes."
The underlings responded and went to handle the goods.
Kingpin watched his underlings work, feeling very satisfied.
These people had decent courage.
After seeing Bullseye get completely erased, his body melted under Karl's heat vision without even leaving a corpse
They actually didn't run away.
It seemed they should be prioritized for promotion.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly.
With the help of the lights, Kingpin saw.
The underlings in black suits,
The crotch area of their pants was actually wet.
And it wasn't just one person.
Everyone was like this.
Could it be... they pissed themselves from fear?
In fact, that was exactly the case.
Earlier.
When Karl used Heat Vision to kill Bullseye,
The underlings were very close to Bullseye.
They witnessed with their own eyes how Bullseye who was feared even among assassins died without resistance.
It was simply too terrifying.
At that time, their legs went weak, and they directly pissed themselves.
Only two underlings ran away on the spot.
The rest were all sitting on the ground.
It wasn't that they didn't want to run.
Their legs were weak, they couldn't move.
Karl naturally saw it.
But he didn't pay it any mind...
Leaving the New York City Port, Karl returned to Skye's home.
He didn't go back to his own home.
After all, sleeping while holding a girl was always more comfortable than sleeping alone especially someone like Skye, whose presence carried a warmth he found increasingly addictive.
He glanced at the time.
11:46.
It was time to rest.
At this time, Karl suddenly remembered.
He hadn't signed in to the Chat Group today.
Although ten points seemed negligible,
It was just a simple thing to do.
So, while holding Skye,
His mind entered the Chat Group.
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What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: Speaking of which. Tsunade, you've met Karl, right?
Senju Princess: Yes.
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: Then what does Karl look like?
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: How is his personality? Curious.jpg
Tenblade King: Curious +1
Senju Princess: Karl-kun has black hair and black eyes, and he is very handsome!
Senju Princess: He is also a very good person, a kind person.
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: Oh? Is that so.
Senju Princess: Of course.
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: Then do you have a photo of Karl? Post it for us to see?
Tenblade King: Photo reveal, photo reveal!
Senju Princess: Uh... no.
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: Okay then.
Tenblade King: That's disappointing.
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: How about we @ Karl directly and ask him for a photo?
Tenblade King: Isn't that a bit inappropriate?
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: What's inappropriate about it? It's just group members interacting with each other... Karl took a quick look.
The previous records were just chatting about ordinary things—nothing involving large-scale crises like the Chitauri invasion that Battle of New York once brought to Earth, nor anything like the world-ending schemes that heroes such as Batman often had to prepare for.
In the end, it even involved him.
[Ding! Group member God of the Human Realm has successfully signed in and received 10 points.]
Senju Princess: Karl-kun, you're here?
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: Welcome, big boss! @God of the Human Realm
Tenblade King: Wow, am I the only one who noticed that Karl got ten points for signing in again?
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: Now that you mention it, it really is.
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: Envious.jpg
Tenblade King: +1
Senju Princess: +2
God of the Human Realm: Give up. Shrug.jpg
God of the Human Realm: You can't just wish for this kind of thing, it's just random.
God of the Human Realm: It's purely a matter of luck—no different from how cosmic events randomly grant power in Marvel, like the radiation accident that created Hulk, or how some individuals in DC are chosen by forces beyond their control like Green Lantern rings.
Senju Princess: 666, Karl-kun is truly amazing!
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: Pfft, matter of luck.
What to do if my sister is a chuunibyou: Unfortunately, I've never signed in for ten points.
Tenblade King: Me too! Getting points is just too difficult.
Tenblade King: At this rate, when will I ever be able to afford the Mangekyo Sharingan? Sad.jpg
Senju Princess: Calm down, calm down, maybe there will be other ways to get them in the future.
Tenblade King: I hope so.
God of the Human Realm: I don't need my points for now, I'll send a Red Envelope to liven up the atmosphere.
As he spoke, Karl sent a Red Envelope with a total of 4,028 points.
Well, the Red Envelope was for four people, one thousand each.
The 28 was just the remainder.
Anyway, the things he wanted to buy were all very expensive—far beyond street-level enhancements, closer to the kind of overwhelming power possessed by beings like Thor or even Kryptonians like Superman.
He didn't care about a mere four thousand.
After sending the Red Envelope, Karl had 96,000 points remaining...
God of the Human Realm sent a Red Envelope.
What Should I Do If My Little Sister is a Middle Schooler?? received 1,003 points.
Tenblade King received 998 points.
Senju Princess received 1,207 points.
What Should I Do If My Little Sister is a Middle Schooler??: Hehe, one thousand points, I can buy so many things again.
Tenblade King: This is frustrating, I grabbed the least in the Red Envelope.
Senju Princess: Not really. There's still one left, and it's even less than yours.
Seeing this scene, Karl was a bit puzzled.
The Great Wall Guard Commander actually didn't collect the Red Envelope someone who, much like disciplined organizations such as S.H.I.E.L.D. or even the strategically rigid Justice League operations led by Batman, would never ignore resources without reason.
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