I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 179 The Instigator (Daily 700010000st Day )

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed quietly.

Due to Eddie's crazy killing of gangsters, gang members in the whole city are in danger, and their domineering figures are no longer seen on the streets at night.

The crime rate dropped suddenly, and the city seemed surprisingly quiet when night fell.

Residents in the streets and alleys gradually felt a long-lost sense of security, and the smell of blood in the air seemed to dissipate.

However, this peace did not last long. The gang leaders finally lost their patience and decided to take the risk and call the police.

Although they always looked down on the police, they had no choice but to bow their heads at this moment. After all, facing a ghost-like assassin, their fear had surpassed their disgust for the police.

After receiving the report, the police initially dealt with it perfunctorily and sent several police officers to conduct a perfunctory investigation.

The police don't care about the lives of the gangsters and even seem to enjoy their misfortunes.

However, things took a turn when the police chief received a generous gift.

This generous gift not only filled his pockets, but also forced him to face up to this problem.

Driven by the generous bonus, the police were so motivated for the first time.

They began patrolling around the clock to protect gang members and even developed a series of precautions against assassins.

The entire city's police force was mobilized, and it seemed that a siege operation against Eddie was quietly unfolding.

When Eddie heard the news, he was in disbelief.

He used to be so fearless, but now he has to face the police's strict precautions.

He knew that it was no longer realistic to continue playing the role of an assassin.

So he decided to give up this identity and think about new countermeasures.

However, Eddie was not discouraged and he could still play other roles.

After receiving the gift from the gods, Eddie was promoted from Sequence Nine to Sequence Eight and became an instigator.

Although this new identity did not directly enhance his combat capabilities, it gave him an extremely special skill.

As an instigator, Eddie became extremely eloquent.

He can actively arouse other people's deepest desires, and what he says is more likely to convince others. He is good at intensifying conflicts and provoking disputes.

Although this ability does not meet his original expectations, it can produce unimaginable effects in certain special occasions.

Eddie quickly realized that this ability would be extremely useful when working undercover.

He recalled his last undercover experience and felt that he had a talent for this, especially now that he had the ability of an instigator, he was even more confident.

So, Eddie began to carefully analyze the information sent by SHIELD, and a plan to kill three birds with one stone gradually formed in his mind.

This plan will not only allow him to digest the mysterious power in his body, but also allow him to continue to fight against the gangs. If successful, he will be able to control the power of the gangs and investigate those mysterious church believers who seem to have disappeared. It is perfect.

With the help of the police, the gangsters spent a peaceful night.

That night, they had a rare opportunity not to worry about being attacked by the elusive assassin, nor did they have to be wary of sudden police raids.

The streets under the night sky are quiet and peaceful, as if all the storms have gone away.

So, the next night, they couldn't wait to start the party.

At the entrance of the underground boxing gym, neon lights flicker, attracting wave after wave of spectators.

The boxing gym was crowded with people. The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and sweat, mixed with people's excitement and anticipation, and the atmosphere became increasingly heated.

They surrounded a closed ring that was like a cage and kept screaming.

The lights in the boxing gym were dim, with only a few spotlights above the ring illuminating the area.

People's faces appeared dark and unclear under the light, but their eyes were flashing with fanaticism.

Amid their cheers, a man in a suit and tie rode a lift up into the air and looked down at the crowd below.

There was a confident smile on his face, and his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a hint of cunning.

This man is the host of the boxing gym. He held the microphone and said in a loud voice: "Long time no see, did you miss me? Wow, it seems that everyone misses me, but I guess everyone misses this bloody ring more, right?!"

"Yes!" the crowd responded in unison, the sound was deafening.

"Get started, assholes!" someone shouted in the corner, causing laughter from everyone around.

The host smiled and continued, "Well, it seems that everyone can't wait. In fact, I am also looking forward to it. So without further ado, please welcome our first group of contestants tonight with the warmest applause!"

Amid screams and shouts loud enough to blow off the ceiling, Eddie walked out of the aisle and entered the cage.

The audience around was like a lit powder keg. The fanatical emotion filled the air, making the entire boxing gym seem like a huge furnace, hot and oppressive.

Eddie's figure looked a little thin under the light, but his steps were firm and powerful.

Each step he took made a dull sound on the floor, as if declaring his determination.

Eddie was wearing a pair of worn boxer shorts, and his bare upper body was covered with scars, obviously from countless fights.

Those scars were like medals from his past, recording every struggle and effort he had made.

Yes, the new identity he prepared for himself was a poor old boxer who was forced to participate in bloody fights in underground boxing gyms for money.

"This boxer named Eddie is participating in our underground boxing gym for the first time, but please don't underestimate him. When he was trying to get the admission ticket, he knocked out our guy with one punch. He's definitely a dark horse!"

The host's voice was particularly clear in the noisy crowd, as if to engrave Eddie's image deeply in the minds of every audience member.

After a pause, the host spoke again: "Next, let us welcome another contestant tonight, our old acquaintance - Ripper Blake!"

Accompanied by an even louder cheer, a tall and strong man walked out from the other side.

Blake was a burly man with well-defined muscles, and he looked like a ferocious beast. What was even more eye-catching was that his left wrist did not have a palm but an iron hook covered in blood, which had obviously pierced into the bodies of many people.

There was a fierceness in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait to tear the opponent in front of him to pieces.

"Let me explain to the newcomers. The reason why Blake is called the Ripper is because he likes to cut a big hole in his opponent's chest during a match. So far, Blake has won seven consecutive games and is a popular player in our boxing gym!"

Eddie glanced at the iron hook and sneered in his heart. Tonight he had witnessed the bloodiness of an underground boxing match.

However, that guy is just an ordinary person and there is no way he can beat him.

What he needs to think about is how to win the game in a difficult and exciting way.

"Alright, the match is about to begin. Audience members who haven't placed their bets yet, please hurry up! It's up to you to decide whether to play it safe or try to win against a dark horse. Alright, now please invite the two boxers to the stage!"

Eddie and Black walked onto the ring, facing each other, their eyes met, sparks flew. Eddie's eyes were calm and resolute, while Black's eyes were full of bloodthirsty fanaticism.

The auras of the two people collided on the ring, forming an invisible pressure that made the air around them become heavy.

The host stepped aside and waited for a minute or two before announcing, "The rules are simple. There is no surrender. You win by beating your opponent to death or until he loses his ability to fight! Now, the game begins!"

The shouts of the audience gradually died down, and the entire boxing gym fell into a suffocating silence.

The game started.

Blake took the lead in attacking. He rushed towards Eddie like a ferocious beast, wielding an iron hook.

Eddie quickly dodged to the side, and the iron hook created a gust of wind that whistled past his ears. He took advantage of the moment when Blake's attack missed and quickly counterattacked.

His fist flew out like lightning, heading straight for Blake's face.

Blake barely blocked it with his other hand, but was still knocked back a few steps by Eddie's strength.

The audience exclaimed, obviously shocked by Eddie's speed and power.

Black roared and rushed at Eddie again. This time he changed his strategy and tried to force Eddie into the corner with an iron hook.

Eddie dodged nimbly, narrowly avoiding the hook's attack each time.

His mind was rapidly calculating Blake's movements and flaws, looking for the best time to counterattack.

Finally, Eddie seized an opportunity. At the moment when Blake's hook missed again, he suddenly turned sideways and flashed to the side of Blake.

Then he punched Blake in the ribs with all his might.

Blake groaned in pain and his body bent involuntarily.

Eddie didn't give Blake any chance to breathe, he followed up with another uppercut, hitting Blake's chin.

Blake's head jerked back and he stumbled back a few steps.

The audience once again erupted in deafening cheers as they were stunned by Eddie's barrage of attacks.

Blake was obviously enraged. He roared and swung the hook to attack Eddie frantically.

Eddie dodged while looking for opportunities. He knew that he could not confront Blake head-on and had to use his speed and flexibility.

Blake's attacks became more and more impatient, and his movements became more and more rough. Eddie saw an opportunity, suddenly dodged to the side and got behind Blake, then used all his strength to punch Blake on the back of the head.

Blake's body trembled violently, and then fell to the ground weakly.

The entire boxing gym fell into silence in an instant, and everyone stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

A few seconds later, the audience burst into thunderous cheers, cheering for Eddie's victory and applauding his courage and strength.

Eddie stood in the center of the ring, breathing heavily, sweat streaming down his cheeks, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

It was not easy at all. My opponent was too weak to take a beating and I almost killed him with one punch.

"Oh my god, the winner is our dark horse Eddie! Let's cheer for him!"

The host walked into the ring, raised Eddie's arm, and declared him the winner.

The audience cheered again, cheering for the dark horse's victory.

Eddie felt the cheers around him, curled up the corners of his mouth, but his heart was extremely calm.

At the host's instruction, he walked around the field, then returned to the locker room and changed his wet clothes.

During the fight, Eddie was not hit by a punch, nor was he hooked by his opponent's hook. Naturally, he didn't need to apply any medicine. He went straight into the bathroom and took a hot shower.

When they came out, they found three men with fierce faces in the locker room.

"Eddie, come with us."

Eddie narrowed his eyes, said nothing, just nodded slightly, and followed the three men to a spacious private room upstairs.

His heartbeat quickened slightly, but he tried to remain calm, without a single fluctuation on his face.

The lights in the private room were dim, and the air was filled with a faint smell of cigar smoke.

Sitting inside was a bald old man wearing gold and silver jewelry. His fat fingers were covered with gem rings, and each ring was shining with a different color. He looked like a nouveau riche.

Behind the old man stood two burly bodyguards, their eyes were cold and they were always alert to everything around them.

Eddie tried hard to suppress his laughter and walked to the old man with an expressionless face. Through a large piece of one-way glass, he could clearly see the ring below.

On the other side of the glass, the audience's cheers rose and fell, as if it were a carnival feast.

At this time, the second group of fights had already begun. The two boxers on the ring were beating each other desperately. Both of them were bleeding from their heads. The blood mixed with sweat dripped onto the ring, which seemed particularly cruel.

Eddie's eyes swept across the ring, without a trace of emotion in his heart.

"Do you know who I am?" the old man asked suddenly, his voice low and hoarse, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Eddie was slightly stunned, then calmly replied: "Boxing gym owner?"

The old man raised his lips slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile: "Heh, you only guessed one identity. I am the boss of the Viper Gang. Not only this boxing gym, but also this area and half of the slums are mine!"

Eddie's eyes flashed and he sneered in his heart. If he had not seen the intelligence from SHIELD a long time ago, he would probably believe what this guy said.

This guy was just a stand-in pushed out to attract fire. The real boss is someone else.

"You're a good boxer, so follow me from now on. There's a lot of money to be made." After the old man said this, a hint of greed and expectation flashed in his eyes.

Eddie's heart moved. This was his original purpose, but he didn't want to agree so readily: "Give me 50 first, and my life is yours."

"50?" The old man frowned slightly, then waved his hand and said generously: "Oh, I'll give you one million directly!"

Eddie's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and said expressionlessly, "Okay, one million dollars, deal."

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and then winked at the bodyguard behind him.

The bodyguard immediately picked up a suitcase from behind him, opened it, and inside was a thick stack of cash, which he handed to Eddie.

Eddie took the cash and felt the heavy weight in his hands. There was a hint of ecstasy on his face, but his heart was filled with coldness.

"Very good, from today on, you are mine." The old man said with satisfaction, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Eddie nodded, which meant that his plan officially began.

(End of this chapter)