From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

"Yan Shuangying?"

Although Li Ang hadn't watched many clips, he had learned about Yan Shuangying, who was known as the "Captain of China," from the footage.

Even within the Marvel universe, where superheroes abound, it is by no means weak.

"But it's not time for you to make your appearance yet." Li Ang clicked the merge button, fusing Yan Shuangying's character card.

Continuing to look through the pages, in addition to the character cards, there were also props.

【The Corpse Water of Chu Renmei】

Type: Props

Effect: After drinking it, you will be cursed by Chu Renmei (the host is immune).

Note: I vaguely remember the tears that still flowed back then, the embroidered ball in the decorated pavilion...

"The ability of the strange side?" Li Ang frowned slightly. Chu Renmei from The Corpse in the Mountain Village was also an unforgettable childhood trauma.

Now it's being given to Aliken as a local specialty.

"But none of them are as strong as Ren Woxing, so it's a bit difficult to find someone to compete with them." Li Ang frowned slightly as he looked at the remaining three cards in one go.

[Zhao Guizhen: From Under One Person...]

[Xiao Zizai: From Under One Person...]

Are you two a couple? How come you were pulled out together?

The last card.

Fragments of the History Book:

Type: Props

Effect: Modifies the background story of the added character card.

Description: It comes from the Book of the Supreme in Jackie Chan Adventures, but its power has been severely depleted, so only the background of the character card can be modified.

Note: Oh, there's one more thing. Dad wants to find someone good in bed.

Li Ang was stunned the moment he saw the tattered pages of the History Book. Could a bronze treasure chest actually yield such a mythical item?

Upon closer inspection, he realized he had been overthinking things, but this only strengthened Li Ang's resolve.

"If even bronze treasure chests can yield fragments of the Book of Time, then perhaps even higher-level treasure chests can contain the entire Book of Time! There's hope for me to go home!"

The higher-level Silver Treasure Chest requires 10,000 points, while the highest-level Mythic Treasure Chest requires even more points with countless zeros following them.

"Looks like I need to hurry!"

Li Ang took out a tattered page from a history book and began to write.

"Yan Shuangying and Xiao Zizai are both high-ranking officials in the Divine Spear Bureau..."

The fragment wasn't large, but it was enough to barely write down the settings.

The issue of the character's identity has now been resolved.

Li Ang looked at the "For Rent" sign on the coffee shop's signboard: "You should find me a suitable place to live and solve my accommodation problem while you're at it."

Li Ang only had the cash he got from the bar, which wasn't much to begin with.

Now, even if you want to rent a place, there will probably be even fewer available after you've already rented one.

"I need to figure out a way to make some money." Li Ang looked up at the towering Stark Tower, then lowered his head and walked into the dark alley.

The New York Police Department is in a state of chaos due to a murder case at a bar.

Seventeen lives lost is nothing compared to the fact that the bar was Kingpin's territory, and there were many corrupt cops in the NYPD who accepted bribes from Kingpin.

Because Kingpin's business was disrupted, the vast majority of officers in the entire police department had to say goodbye to their luxury cars, mansions, and beautiful wives.

In an instant, cries of despair filled the land.

Only George Stacy, whose background was impeccable, carefully watched the surveillance footage from several locations near the bar.

Li Ang's transformation into Ren Woxing was intended to cause a big stir, so naturally he wouldn't conceal his whereabouts.

George Stacy easily found the ragged "Ren Woxing" in the surveillance footage.

"The warrant has been issued," George Stacy's partner said indignantly. "The search hasn't stopped, but we still haven't found that guy. Where on earth is that son of a bitch hiding?!"

George Stacy reassured her, "Don't worry, his attire is so conspicuous, he'll easily be noticed. Perhaps we can enter through the sewers..."

The police station doors were suddenly pushed open, and a group of well-dressed men in trench coats, who looked travel-worn, walked into the station.

One of the bald white men produced his identification and smiled, saying, "We are the FBI's Special Operations Team. From now on, the Hell's Kitchen massacre case is entirely under our jurisdiction."

George Stacy frowned, and her partner couldn't help but blurt out, "Who the hell are you?!"

Upon hearing this, the bald white man remained unperturbed, his smile unchanged: "My name is Phil Coulson, you can call me Inspector Coulson."

After he finished speaking, the people behind Coulson began collecting all the information about the Hell Departure Massacre.

Everything, including videotapes, witness testimonies, and even the body, was taken away.

"Well then, thank you all for your cooperation." Coulson closed the door and got into the bread truck.

Nick Fury's voice immediately came through the phone: "Damn it, how did the mission go?"

Coulson typed on the keyboard, flipping through the forensic autopsy report, and chuckled, "If the NYPD's forensic doctors aren't professional enough, then when the NYPD found these bodies, they had already been left in the Sahara to dry for over a hundred years."

“A genuine mummy,” Nick Fury’s voice carried a hint of mockery, “you can keep one of your thighs, grind it into powder, mix it with water, and drink it as an aphrodisiac. Old Londoners love that.”

Coulson touched his hair and chuckled, "Thanks, boss. I might consider hair regrowth treatments, but I don't need any aphrodisiacs. We've already found the killer, and the police have issued an arrest warrant, but finding him won't be easy."

"Damn New York always has surprises in store," Nick Fury cursed again. "Supernatural crimes are getting more and more rampant. Looks like we need to get on with that plan soon."

"clear."

"Find him before there are greater casualties."

"receive."

Coulson removed his headset, his gaze fixed gravely on the computer screen: "A superpower to drain life force? This is a bit tricky. Besides, fresh blood was found at the scene, which doesn't match the circumstances of the deaths of the victims."

In other words, after the suspect killed the thugs in the bar, someone else entered the bar and fought with the suspect...

At this point in Coulson's reasoning, it no longer mattered whose blood it was; what mattered was that there was a third person present.

who can that be?

Coulson was reminded of Daredevil, who had recently gained fame in Hell's Kitchen.

"Submit the blood sample to the laboratory immediately. I need to see the test results before the end of the day."

"Yes."

There was a chubby little bird in the tree outside the window, which was very cute, until the little bird fiercely stuck the lizard in its beak into the branch.

"There are even shrikes here?" Li Ang looked at it with interest and noticed that the lizard was still struggling.

"How about it? My apartment is very reasonably priced, only $300 a week. You can't find such a nice place anywhere else."

"I've rented it." Li Ang took out the money from his pocket and handed it to the landlady.

"Now you can leave me alone for a while."