New York, Brooklyn.
Midnight streets.
“Hail HYDRA!”
Thugs in suits yelled slogans and indiscriminately fired bullets from their submachine guns—all traitors must die!
S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were monitoring these fanatical thugs from nearby.
The future Iron Man, Tony Stark, was busy flirting with hot girls at a party.
—This is the Marvel World.
Su Ming lay on an iron bed that smelled of disinfectant, blood still seeping from the bullet hole in his left shoulder.
The fluorescent lights on the ceiling buzzed, and three flies were licking the plasma oozing from the wound.
“Three hundred dollars, sir.”
The Doctor, wearing a skull mask, rattled a rusty surgical clamp.
“Or you can choose to pay with a kidney.”
Licking his chapped lips, Su Ming’s memory was still on the scene before he transmigrated:
An awards ceremony, a delivery electric bike in the heavy rain, blinding high beams, and the rainbow vortex that suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become the unlucky guy in the center of a gunfight on a Brooklyn street.
“Ding! Detecting host vital signs below critical value, the Krypton Gold System is activated.”
Golden data streams suddenly exploded on his retina, and a holographic interface unfolded in the bloodstains before his eyes:
【Name: Su Ming】
【Age: 28】
【Physical Fitness: 5】
【Current Account: 0 USD】
【Existing Talents: None】
【Redeemable Talents (Primary):
Self-Healing Factor → Sub-Wolverine Level Recovery. 5000 USD (Original Price 50000 USD)
Hawkeye Vision → Dynamic Vision Lv.1. 3000 USD (Original Price 30000 USD)
Basic Combat → Jeet Kune Do Mastery. 2000 USD (Original Price 20000 USD)】
(First activation enjoys a 90% discount, urgently pushed based on host’s situation)
As his consciousness gradually returned, Su Ming remembered struggling to come to this black clinic after being shot…
But wasn’t I delivering an order?
Where is this? Did I transmigrate?
Hiss~
The sharp pain in his shoulder constantly sent alarms to his brain, and Su Ming realized that his physical condition was probably very bad.
But this unscrupulous Doctor actually wanted 300 USD for treatment. Where was he going to get that damned 300 USD?
Also, this Wolverine Level Recovery? Is it the Wolverine’s ability from his memory?
If it’s true, maybe he wouldn’t need this hateful Doctor…
But the problem is… it costs 5000 USD!!
And that’s after a 90% discount.
Damned capitalism!
“Hey! Is the yellow monkey listening?”
The Doctor’s surgical clamp suddenly pressed against Su Ming’s Adam’s apple:
“Or do you want to try bullet removal without anesthesia?”
Su Ming stared at the Glock 17 on his waist, and a price tag suddenly appeared on his retina:
【Used Glock (including 12 bullets) → Estimated value 350 USD】
This system can even appraise weapons?
Is it limited to weapons?
“Wait a moment.”
Su Ming’s brain spun rapidly, and he endured the dizziness to reach into his pants pocket, touching a metal object—the “Gold Rider” work badge he had clutched in his hand when he transmigrated.
The gilded nameplate glowed faintly on the system interface:
【24K Gold-Plated Work Badge → Estimated value 50 USD】
It seems the appraisal object is not limited by item type, so the question is—can it be cashed out, and how?
“Discovering redeemable item.”
A mechanical voice vibrated within his skull.
“Redeem?”
Su Ming’s spirit lifted, and he silently thought: “Redeem!”
The work badge instantly vaporized, and his account balance jumped to 50 USD.
His hand clenched excitedly in his pants pocket; the confirmation of his guess invigorated Su Ming.
But it’s not enough, far from enough.
His gaze constantly searched the room until it landed on the Doctor’s large gold chain, and the system immediately popped up an appraisal:
【Gold-Plated Alloy Necklace → Estimated value 3 USD】
His eyebrow twitched:
“It seems I have no choice but to resort to some unconventional methods…”
In this critical moment, Su Ming decided to take a gamble.
“F*ck!”
The curse word that escaped his lips stunned the Doctor for half a second.
Now!
His blood-stained hand grabbed the surgical clamp and twisted it back, the sound of a wrist snapping mixing with a scream that exploded in the clinic.
As the Glock 17 was just drawn from its holster, Su Ming’s knee had already shattered the Doctor’s nose, and blood instantly soaked his mask.
【Detecting ownerless weapon, appraise?】
“Appraise! Redeem!”
The Glock turned into a blue data stream in his palm, and his account surged to 400 USD, but it was still not enough to redeem the Self-Healing Factor, and the sharp pain in his shoulder blade was devouring Su Ming’s consciousness.
“Bang!”
The clinic’s back door was suddenly kicked open, and three thugs in suits with submachine guns poured in.
“Hail HYDRA!”
The leader with a scar on his face pulled the bolt of his gun:
“Doctor White, you dare to treat a traitor of the organization…”
Before he finished speaking, Su Ming’s hand pressed onto the blood-stained operating table.
The system prompts flashed wildly:
【Multifunctional Operating Table → Estimated value 4400 USD】
【Medical Alcohol 5L → Estimated value 50 USD】
【Adrenaline x3 → Estimated value 150 USD】
Su Ming seemed to see a glimmer of hope, his eyes brightened:
“Redeem all!”
Deafening gunshots rang out, a torrent of bullets swept through the clinic, and the moment the scar-faced man’s bullet pierced Su Ming’s chest, golden light burst on his retina:
【Account balance 5000 USD, redeem Self-Healing Factor?】
“Redeem!”
It was as if lava was injected into his blood vessels. Su Ming clearly heard the clicking sound of bones growing, and the feeling of weakness rapidly receded, strength returning to his body.
Three submachine guns spat Fire, but the bullet holes that appeared healed in an instant.
He who kills, shall himself be killed.
The scar-faced man’s terrified expression froze in the smoke, and as Su Ming crushed his throat, the crisp ding-dong of coins entering his account sounded in his ears:
【Killed HYDRA bounty thug, bounty + 5000 USD】
【Account balance 5000 USD, redeem other recommended talents—Dynamic Vision, Jeet Kune Do Mastery?】
“Redeem!”
As Su Ming’s vision refreshed, everything in his sight became incredibly clear.
Darkness was no longer an obstacle; his gaze could always follow the trajectory of a fly’s flight.
At the same time, a realization dawned in his mind—he could easily handle various close-quarters attacks, intercepting and delivering painful blows.
Su Ming took a deep breath; the gunshot wound just now had made it impossible for him to breathe.
He marveled that the talents recommended by the system were indeed intelligent: self-healing for injuries, vision to see through darkness, and combat for self-defense.
More importantly, with the 90% discount, the price was no longer outrageous.
“Very good!”
A smile appeared on his lips, then instantly turned solemn.
Through the dirty glass, he clearly saw a group of thugs in suits running towards him a few hundred meters away.
Weapons glinted coldly in the dim light.
“Rocket launchers!? They really think highly of me…”
Without another word, he took off running.
A sentence hung in the air:
“Thank you for your operating… table! Doctor…”
…
Midnight Brooklyn had two faces: clean, luxurious, bright—dirty, poor, dark.
Successful people enjoyed themselves freely at parties, while homeless people died at any time under bridges, in the Shadow…
More were the common people struggling to make ends meet, cooped up at home with doors and windows tightly shut, pistols loaded, constantly guarding against “zero-dollar shopping.”
But Su Ming didn’t care about that.
Because—he was running for his life.
Although the Self-Healing Factor allowed him to survive bullets, it didn’t mean he was willing to experience the power of a Rocket propelled grenade up close.
As a “King Rider” for a certain group before his transmigration, he was very confident in his speed.
After a few alleys, even he was a bit disoriented; those people probably lost him long ago.
Su Ming’s brain was working as he ran:
Instant healing of gunshot wounds, something so absurd, would have been unbelievable if it hadn’t happened to him.
But combined with the system’s notation—Sub-Wolverine Level Recovery.
A tough guy with a peculiar hairstyle, wearing a jacket and a full beard, appeared in Su Ming’s mind.
And the chuunibyou-like slogan of the suit-wearing thugs—“Hail HYDRA!”
Su Ming seriously suspected he had come to the Marvel World.
Thinking of his current abilities, Su Ming knew that he now had the capital to choose what kind of life he wanted.
Being a “King Rider” before his transmigration was not an honor for him, but rather a shackles.
It was a man’s responsibility…
Since I’ve transmigrated, then I’m sorry, no one can morally kidnap me, not even myself!
Thinking of the system that allowed him to redeem various talents by spending money, Su Ming’s lips curled up:
From now on, I will focus on making money, growing bigger and stronger!!
