Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 91: I pledge my life to the great leader! (Seeking monthly votes)

Hell's Kitchen in the early morning: a quiet exterior concealing sin.

The streets were almost deserted, because everyone who lived there knew that Hell's Kitchen was most dangerous at night.

Perhaps while walking down the street, you might find greedy and vicious eyes watching you from some dark alley.

Like a wild beast eyeing its prey.

Especially with their contrasting styles, Negri and Natasha will only attract more covetous glances.

However, the two women were not ordinary people. Their slender bodies actually housed a slightly weakened version and a super-enhanced version of the Hulk and a failed man.

Moreover, this trip wasn't just the two of them; a fully armed elite squad was also brought along.

Just as those people were excitedly preparing to rush forward, a group of burly men, dressed in civilian clothes but with a fierce demeanor, blocked their way beforehand, carrying guns.

The outcome was predictable.

Negri and Natasha didn't care about such trivial matters.

The old repair shop is located in a slightly remote part of Hell's Kitchen, surrounded by residential houses, and looks quite ordinary.

It's not very big.

Negri wore a dark green aviator jacket with jeans, while Natasha wore a black leather jacket, straight-leg pants, and Doc Martens, highlighting her good figure and long legs.

It is particularly eye-catching.

The soldiers couldn't help but cast longing glances, but not because of her beauty.

Since joining the organization after passing a rigorous screening process, these soldiers have enjoyed top-notch treatment and basically live the life of soldiers.

They rarely perform missions; their work mainly involves training and learning.

They only know who they serve, but they don't really understand the organization's core structure.

Rumors suggest that the organization's highest core consists of two major battle groups, Astartes and Raven, each possessing unimaginable individual combat power and being absolute monsters.

Even conventional weapons cannot cause it any damage.

If taken out individually, it could overthrow a city in a short time; given more time, it could also overthrow a country.

They didn't really believe it at first, until one day recently, an Astartes Chapter warrior arrived and displayed astonishing abilities, and everyone believed it.

He easily carried a boulder weighing tens of tons, smashed it to pieces with a single punch, and poked a hole in a piece of alloy metal with a single finger.

He could easily dodge bullets fired from dozens of gun barrels, and even if he was hit, his skin would not be damaged in the slightest.

What excites these soldiers the most is that these two battle groups are said to have been formed by their supreme leader, Matthew.

They also learned that as long as they passed the instructors' rigorous screening and achieved their goals, they could join the battle and gain such power.

This immediately ignited a fervor in the hearts of all the soldiers.

No soldier could refuse such power.

Many members of the Astartes Legion are soldiers from various training bases; they were just ordinary people like us.

The benefits are extremely high, and there's even a chance to join a battle group and gain extraordinary power.

What else is there to say?

My life is gone!

I pledge my life to the great leader!

Now, when you come into contact with the Raven Chapter Commander during a mission, you should definitely show your abilities without reservation.

What if I get noticed?

After all, I really want to improve.

Negri and Natasha entered the repair shop under the protection of soldiers. The strong, bearded white captain gestured to his men, and the rest of the men immediately split into three teams, each holding a flashlight and a gun, and began a thorough search of the repair shop.

So Negri and Natasha led the squad leader to the center of the repair shop.

Soon, the team members turned on the power switch, and the dark repair shop became brightly lit.

"Captain Gilson, there's no one behind us."

"There's no one in the workshop."

"The back door is blocked."

After the team members finished their inspection and reported the situation, Nigley nodded, looked at the dusty and messy footprints on the ground in front of him, squatted down, and made an analysis after a brief examination.

"Judging from the size of the footprints and the strides, there were three people."

"Two footprints, one a size 39, the other a size 40."

"The size 39 canvas shoes have a shallow and dense sole pattern, a narrow and slim design, and are flat with no heel. They are the cheapest white canvas shoes on the street, durable and inexpensive."

Natasha added, "It's the style that people at the bottom of society wear most often."

"Yeah~" Nigley nodded and continued.

"The size 40 footprints show thick soles with messy patterns. They are worn-out, affordable workwear canvas shoes. The toe is worn flat, and there are traces of repaired glue on the sole. They are cheap shoes that people are reluctant to replace after wearing them for a long time."

Natasha pointed to another, larger shoe print: "Size 43, with a tight arch, a flat sole without any anti-slip treads, extremely light when it landed, leaving a faint mark, soft-soled, thin-leather casual dress shoes, a man's."

The two meticulously pieced together clues from the soles of the footprints.

This left Gilson and the rest of the team feeling utterly astonished.

These soldiers don't possess any skills related to footprint identification.

Immediately, I felt a pang of anxiety. It seemed that joining the battle group required not only combat skills, but also excellent observation and analytical abilities.

Write it down immediately in your notebook and study it later. Study as hard as you can, as long as you don't die.

Normally, there's no room for advancement, so people just drift along. Now that there are opportunities for advancement, if we don't work hard now, when will we ever work hard?

Around thirty years old is the peak of one's life. Rest? There'll be plenty of time to rest when you're lying in your coffin.

"The 40-size footprints followed the 43-size footprints out of the repair shop's main entrance. There were Ford tire tracks on the road, but they weren't very noticeable."

"Only this size 39 footprint is messy."

Natasha was analyzing the situation. She looked up and scanned her surroundings for possible locations: "She must have hidden herself and watched another woman leave with that man. After she came out, she was very anxious and paced back and forth for a long time."

The remaining soldiers immediately turned and scattered. Soon, a soldier's voice came from the corner: "There are footprints here, sir."

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Natasha and Nigley walked over, and in the light of the soldier's flashlight, the 39-yard footprint appeared on the ground.

"It seems my good friend is confused." After simulating the situation on-site using the footprints, Nigley basically reconstructed the previous events.

"So we need to hurry, so what are you planning to do?"

"It's too much trouble for us to find it ourselves." Nigley chuckled lightly, explaining that mobilizing manpower to search on our own was simply too cumbersome.

Hell's Kitchen isn't particularly big or small, but it's a melting pot of all sorts of people, making it easy to hide a few.

"so?"

"Perhaps we could visit the biggest local tyrant here, make friends with him, and ask our new friend for help." Nigley winked at Natasha with his right eye.