Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 314 The Innocent Mai Shiranui, Chun-Li's Famous Scene! (8K votes requested, please vote for me!)
Andy's gaze unconsciously shifted downwards, and when he saw Wen Ming's large hand, which remained calmly resting on Mai Shiranui's waist and even further down her shapely curves, his breath caught in his throat for no apparent reason, and a pang of pain and unease rose in his heart that he himself could not understand.

He had always been devoted to martial arts cultivation and was not enthusiastic about romantic relationships, even deliberately avoiding them. However, the intimate scene before him made him feel a strange discomfort.

This was a feeling I had never felt before.

He didn't know why.

But I just don't feel comfortable.

Moreover, this dance seemed different from usual, but as for what was different, the straight-laced Andy couldn't put his finger on it. His intuition told him that this dance seemed more beautiful.

Martial arts fanatic Andy couldn't quite put his finger on what made it so beautiful.

What shocked him even more was that the owner of that large hand, after feeling his burning gaze, not only did not restrain himself, but instead tightened his embrace in a defiant manner, a sight that almost burned Andy's eyes.

Immediately, the unfamiliar dark-haired man turned around, a gentle smile on his face, and asked very politely, "Hello, are you Mr. Andy?"

Before Andy could answer, he continued with a smile, his tone as sincere as a lost tourist: "What a coincidence! We're looking for the Shiranui-ryu Martial Arts Hall. I'd like to become an apprentice. Do you know how to get there?"

"To become an apprentice...to learn skills?"

Andy was completely stunned. He looked at Mai Shiranui, who was blushing but still leaning against the man, and then at the strange man who was hugging the dojo heir and seriously asking for directions to become his disciple. He felt like his brain had short-circuited and he was completely unable to process this extremely contradictory information.

You've already gone this far with Mai... and you still come asking me how to get to the Shiranui Style Dojo, saying you want to become her apprentice?!
What exactly is going on here?
……

"So that's it."

Inside the Shiranui-ryu Martial Arts Hall, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle, yet strangely harmonious.

Two Mai Shiranui women, almost identical in appearance and figure, sat facing each other, only slightly different in temperament.

Mai Shiranui from the Street Fighter universe, her face filled with barely suppressed joy and curiosity, looked at herself from another world: "I never imagined... that parallel universes could exist, and that another 'me' was sitting right in front of me. This is amazing!"

Mai Shiranui from the King of Fighters universe maintained a gentle smile, her gaze sweeping over the solemn atmosphere and numerous disciples in the dojo. She silently compared them in her heart, explaining aloud, "We've come here sincerely to learn from you. Many people say that you from this universe are far more proficient in the Shiranui-ryu ninjutsu than I am."

My apprentice, Wen Ming, has always admired you greatly, saying you are his idol, and he hopes to receive your personal guidance.

As a traditional Yamato Nadeshiko, Mai Kenko felt a slight pang of jealousy that Wen Ming was going to become the disciple of another "herself," but she would wholeheartedly support anything that was beneficial to Wen Ming.

Andy, who was standing nearby, finally figured out what was going on. It turned out that they were visitors from a parallel universe.

But he still had doubts about Wen Ming's motives for becoming his disciple, especially after recalling their intimate scene on the street. Almost reflexively, with a hint of resistance he himself wasn't aware of, he said, "Our dojo has strict rules for accepting disciples; we don't usually do it lightly..."

"Your disciple is naturally my disciple too!"

Before Andy could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by Street Fighter Dance.

Her voice was clear and decisive, and her gaze was fixed intently on Wen Ming.

Wen Ming observed the people in the dojo thoughtfully.

Kneeling behind the Street Fighter dancer were a dozen or so disciplined black-clad ninja disciples with calm demeanor, and this was clearly not the entirety of the dojo's strength.

Compared to the sparsely populated dojo in the King of Fighters universe, this Street Fighter dancer is clearly more business-savvy and decisive.

It's clear that Mai from the Street Fighter universe has a more independent and assertive personality.

This fits the overall style of Street Fighter universe, where the strong are respected.

This kind of dance seems to have a unique and captivating charm!

Without further hesitation, Wen Ming stepped forward and, following ancient etiquette, solemnly performed the apprenticeship ceremony. He then raised the prepared fragrant tea above his head and respectfully offered it, saying, "Disciple Wen Ming humbly requests Master Wu's guidance in the future."

"I'm looking forward to your performance."

Street Fighter Dance took the tea, took an elegant sip, then put down the teacup, his eyes sharpening: "However, let me make it clear beforehand that I am very strict in teaching my disciples, so I hope you are prepared to endure hardship."

Wen Ming revealed a confident smile: "Please rest assured, Master Wu, this disciple will do his best!"

Seeing Wen Ming's familiar smile, the Fist King Dancer looked at her other self with pity and sighed inwardly.

Oh, the innocent dance!
Do you know what a prodigy you've taken on as your disciple?

……

"Basic physical skills...perfect."

“Ninja tool throwing...perfect.”

"Flying Dragon Flame Formation... Perfect."

After becoming an apprentice, Wen Ming was stunned by the Street Fighter dance that tested his basic skills and the Shiranui-ryu disciples who were watching.

The more she tested her street dance skills, the more astonished she became. When, tentatively, she asked Wen to demonstrate one of the ultimate techniques of the Shiranui-ryu style—

"Whoosh—!"

The blazing flames seemed to have a life of their own, coiling around Wenming's body and transforming into a strange and powerful energy form, which was none other than the phantom of the Nine-Tailed Fox!
Although it didn't last long, it was indeed the core essence of the ultimate technique of the Shiranui School!
"You've even mastered the ultimate technique of the Shiranui School, 'Nine-Tails'?!"

Street Fighter was completely dumbfounded. Is this really the level of someone who has just started learning from a master?

How long did it take you to reach this level back then?

He...he's still so young!
Wen Ming extinguished his flames and smiled modestly: "It's all thanks to another dance master who taught me everything he knew in the King of Fighters universe."

To teach me this trick, she worked day and night, sweating profusely every day.

Street Fighter Dance suddenly turned to look at King of Fighters Dance, his voice filled with disbelief: "How long...how long has he been learning?"

The King of Fighters dancer seemed to have anticipated her reaction, and smiled as she raised her five slender fingers.

"Five years?"

Street Fighter Dance was surprised and guessed that this was already an absurdly fast speed that she, at Wen Ming's age, could not have imagined.

King of Fighters Mai gently shook her head.

"Could it be... five months?" Street Fighter's voice was already trembling.

“No,” the King of Fighters Dance announced clearly, word by word, “it’s five days.”

"How much...how much?!"

This time, Street Fighter Dancer screamed in shock, and even Andy, who had been silent all along, widened his eyes, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face was filled with "This is impossible!"
Five days?!
I, Andy Bogard, have painstakingly trained in the Shiranui-ryu ninjutsu for over a decade, and I still haven't fully mastered all the advanced techniques. You're telling me that this guy named Wen Ming learned the ultimate techniques, including the "Nine-Tails," in just five days?

What a joke! ?

"I know it's hard to believe,"

The King of Fighters Dance understands their shock; she went through the same emotional journey herself: "The best way to prove it is for you to teach him your best or most difficult technique now, and verify it yourself."

Street Fighter Dancer took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions, and his eyes became extremely serious: "Alright! Wen Ming, watch closely. This is my unique enhanced application technique for the 'Super Special Move Ninja Bee,' which combines the secret techniques of the Shiranui School with my own understanding. The key lies in fighting spirit..."

She explained and demonstrated in detail, her movements swift as the wind and her attacks fierce as flames.

One minute later.

In the center of the dojo, Wen Ming's figure transformed into a crimson line of fire, perfectly replicating the enhanced version of "Super Special Move Ninja Bee" with a trajectory almost identical to that of Street Fighter Dance and an even more explosive momentum. In some details of the power exertion, it even appeared more fluid and natural!

There was dead silence.

All the black-clad disciples were dumbfounded.

Andy suddenly felt everything go black.

Am I dreaming?
Street Fighter's expression quickly shifted from extreme shock to uncontrollable ecstasy!
She grabbed Wu's hand suddenly, her eyes sparkling, her voice almost incoherent with excitement: "Wu! Give him to me! Give me this apprentice! He's a once-in-a-millennium genius!"

The King of Fighters couldn't help but chuckle, reminding her, "Didn't you already accept him as your disciple?"

Street Fighter Dance was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and a bright smile, as if he had found a priceless treasure, spread across his face as he clapped his hands excitedly.

"That's right! Hahaha! That's fantastic! Such a talented disciple is mine! Mine!"

She turned to Wen Ming excitedly, her eyes filled with anticipation: "Wen Ming! I've decided that you will represent the Shiranui School in the upcoming first Street Fighter Tournament!"

"What?!" Andy, who had been preparing for the tournament, immediately panicked. "Mai! Didn't we agree that I would represent the dojo?"

Street Fighter Dance's eyes were practically only on Wen Ming, her "precious apprentice." She casually pointed at Wen Ming and said to Andy, "The rules are simple. You want to represent the dojo in the battle? Sure. Go defeat Wen Ming first."

Andy looked at Wen Ming, who was calm and composed, and who had just demonstrated his incredible learning ability and the ultimate secret technique of the Shiranui School, Nine-Tails, and was speechless and fell silent.

"Let's go!"

Ignoring the depressed Andy, Street Fighter Dance affectionately linked arms with Wen Ming and walked into the inner room: "Tonight, Master will personally cook the most sumptuous meal to properly entertain my genius new apprentice!"

Street Fighter Dance tightly gripped Wen Ming's arm, as if afraid of losing such a good apprentice.

Ancestors, the Shiranui school will finally flourish in my hands!
"No, Master Dance."

Wen Ming politely but firmly declined, with a considerate smile on his face: "According to the rules of apprenticeship, I should prepare the first meal as an apprenticeship banquet to thank you for accepting me as your disciple."

The King of Fighters dancer chimed in with a smile, her tone tinged with pride: "That's right, Wen Ming's cooking skills will be unforgettable! I guarantee it will be more delicious than any dish you've ever eaten."

"Really?"

Street Fighter Dance's eyes shone even brighter. As if she had discovered a new continent, she looked Wen Ming up and down, her surprise and delight filling her eyes: "I feel like... I've not just taken in a martial arts genius, but more like I've found an all-powerful treasure disciple?"

"Wen Ming has many more amazing qualities and strengths," said Wu with a smile.

"Really? Then I can't wait to taste your cooking and see your strengths!"

Street Fighter looked at Wen Ming with anticipation.

The King of Fighters also looked at Wen Ming, a look of reminiscence flashing in her eyes.

Back then, Wen Ming also won me over with a delicious meal!

I long to go back to the days when it was just the two of us living together!
They wake up together every day to practice, eat together, go shopping together, and even soak in hot springs together...

The Fist King Dance couldn't help but hug Wen Ming's other arm tightly, whispering in his ear, "Come soak in the hot springs with your master tonight!"

……

After experiencing a harrowing kidnapping incident, CIPO Special Investigator Chun-Li's life and work have finally returned to normal for the time being.

She and her father, Tong Mao, received Gu Lie, a major in the British Air Force, who had come from afar.

This soldier, with his signature broom-like haircut and resolute face, came to investigate the Shadow Organization, whose activities have become increasingly rampant recently.

Gu Lie and Ying Luo have a deep personal grudge.

His close friend, Charlie Nash, also an outstanding soldier, mysteriously disappeared during an in-depth investigation into Shadow Luo's smuggling of leaves, and his fate remains unknown.

Since then, tracking down Yingluo and avenging his best friend has become the most important mission in Guile's life.

Upon hearing that Yingluo had taken a series of actions, even going so far as to audaciously kidnap Tong Mao in the street, he immediately dropped everything and flew over.

His meeting with Chun-Li was not amicable, and their first collaboration did not go smoothly.

Out of fear of Shadow's cruel methods and a sense of responsibility not to let any more innocent people get involved and get hurt, Guile always kept a cold face and remained reserved about Chun-Li's involvement.

After witnessing Chun-Li's powerful legwork, which combines elegance and ferocity, and her unwavering determination and courage in the face of dangerous missions, Guile finally let go of his prejudices.

The two warriors, upholding justice, built a deep trust and friendship through their repeated battles side by side.

In the past few days, they have joined forces to precisely and efficiently destroy several secret strongholds and ongoing criminal operations of Shadow Luo throughout the city, dealing a heavy blow to Shadow Luo.

That evening, after successfully thwarting a smuggling deal by Shadow, the two parted ways near the location of the operation. Chun-Li dragged her slightly tired body back to her apartment.

She couldn't wait to go into the bathroom and take a nice bath, letting the warm water wash away the dust and fatigue.

Chunli casually wrapped herself in a silk bathrobe, dried her wet hair with a towel, and walked barefoot back to the bedroom.

Just as she sat down on the edge of the bed, preparing to continue drying her hair, her martial artist's honed intuition suddenly sounded an alarm.

Before she could think, Chunli's body reacted faster than her thoughts. With a swift roll, her delicate body had already nimbly moved to the other side of the bed.

"Thorn--!"

Almost as soon as she left her spot, three flashes of cold light appeared, and the spot where she had just been sitting, as well as the silk fabric of her bathrobe, were ripped open by sharp claws, leaving three long slits!

A lithe figure, as agile as a cheetah, descended silently from the shadows of the ceiling, landing precisely on the bed.

Chunli broke out in a cold sweat. In a moment of quick thinking, she grabbed the corner of the bed sheet and yanked it hard! The attacker was clearly caught off guard and lost his balance, stumbling and being thrown off the bed to the ground.

However, the opponent was equally skilled, and in just a moment of adjustment, he pounced again with murderous intent!

In a flash, Chun-Li saw the newcomer's features clearly—a steel mask covering his face that gleamed coldly, and sharp steel claws on his hands!
"Baroque!"

Chunli was shocked. She never expected that the Shadow Organization would send one of the "Four Heavenly Kings" to assassinate her!

However, there was no time to think about it now, because Baroque's steel claws were slashing towards her beautiful face again.

Baroque's greatest strength is speed; his figure is like the wind, and his sharp steel claws tear through the air once again, aiming straight for Chun-Li's beautiful face!
Chun-Li leaned back with extreme force, narrowly avoiding the disfiguring blow. Her long, beautiful leg then delivered a powerful kick to Baroque's chest, sending him flying backward. He crashed through the half-closed bedroom door and tumbled into the living room.

Just as Chun-Li was about to catch her breath and adjust her posture, Baroque charged out of the living room again like a persistent leech!

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone on the coffee table in the living room rang at an inopportune moment!

"Help!" The thought flashed through Chun-Li's mind, and she immediately tried to lunge at the phone. But Baroque didn't give her a chance to get close to the phone; he slid in with lightning speed, precisely targeting Chun-Li's lower body.

Chunli couldn't dodge in time and was shoved to the ground, her elbow hitting the floor hard, leaving a tingling numbness.

Before Chun-Li could recover, Baroque kicked her again, sending her flying towards the floor lamp. Chun-Li seized the opportunity to pick up the heavy wooden floor lamp and retaliate.

However, the wooden lamppost was so fragile in the face of the indestructible steel claws that it was chopped into wood chips and completely destroyed after just a few exchanges.

Chun-Li was also forced back step by step by Baroque's fierce offensive, until finally her back hit the cold wall, leaving her with nowhere to retreat!

A cruel smile seemed to curl at the corner of his mouth beneath the Baroque mask. He reached out his left hand, about to grab Chun-Li's hair and unleash his deadly grab throw—

"I said, can't you be a little gentler with ladies?"

A slightly mocking male voice suddenly rang out in the room, interrupting the deadly rhythm.

Chunli looked up in shock and saw that Baroque's wrist, which was about to touch her head, was firmly grasped by a large, steady, and powerful hand with distinct knuckles, and could not move forward an inch!
As her gaze followed the arm upwards and she saw the person's face, her extremely tense nerves suddenly relaxed. The strength she had been holding on seemed to be instantly drained away, and a strong feeling of exhaustion washed over her, making her legs weak and almost unable to stand.

Upon seeing this, the owner of the large hand immediately stretched out his other arm and firmly embraced her slender and soft waist, supporting her in his arms.

Baroque's eyes narrowed, and his killing intent surged instantly!
He never expected that a Cheng Yaojin would suddenly appear out of nowhere, and with such astonishing strength.

He exerted force suddenly, trying to break free of the restraints, while at the same time, the steel claws of his other hand shot out like a venomous snake, aiming straight for the other person's temple!

However, the next second.

"Crack——!"

A sharp, clear sound of bones breaking rang out, followed by Baroque's piercing scream: "Ah—!"

One of the Four Heavenly Kings of Shadow, the originator of handsome men in fighting games, Balrog's arm was forcibly broken in the opposite direction, presenting an unnatural twisted angle!

"roll!"

With a cold shout, Baroque's body was kicked away with a heavy kick.

"Oh!"

Baroque felt an irresistible force surge through him, and an indescribable pain erupted in his chest, as if all his ribs had shattered at that moment, and his internal organs had been violently shaken. He couldn't help but gulp down a mouthful of blood.

He was horrified, knowing he was no match for this man, and his strong will to survive overwhelmed everything.

He didn't bother to see who the other person was. Using the force of the kick, he stumbled onto the balcony in a disheveled state, jumped off in a panic, and disappeared into the thick night.

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

In the living room, the telephone continued to ring persistently.

A voice rang in Chun-Li's ears, who was still in shock and pale-faced: "Aren't you going to answer the phone? It might be Major Gu Lie calling."

"Ah? Yes...yes! Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Wang!"

Chunli then came to her senses and quickly thanked him. She never expected that it was Wen Ming who had saved her.

How many times has this happened?

She leaned against Wen Ming's firm and warm embrace, wanting to stand up and walk to answer the phone, but found that her limbs were still weak and she couldn't muster any strength.

This is a side effect of a surge in adrenaline.

This caused a blush of embarrassment to rise on her fair cheeks, and she pleaded in a voice barely audible, "Excuse me...excuse me, could you help me over there?"

With a slight exertion of his left hand, Wen Ming easily half-supported and half-carried Chunli to the telephone in a few steps, making it almost effortless for her.

This brief "airborne" movement made Chunli feel a little dizzy, as if she were still dreaming.

She took a deep breath and picked up the receiver. Gu Lie's anxious voice immediately came from the other end: "Chun Li! Are you alright? Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"Ah, Guile, I...I'm fine. Just now...just now, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Shadow Kingdom, Baroque, came to assassinate me."

"Baroque? Assassinate you?! Wait for me, I'm coming right away!" Guile's tone instantly became tense and urgent.

"No, no need! No need to come!" Chunli quickly stopped him. "He's already... been chased away by Mr. Wang."

"They chased him away? Mr. Wang? Who is Mr. Wang?"

Gu Lie's voice was full of doubt.

Chunli subconsciously looked up at Wen Ming, who was standing close by. Seeing the reassuring and gentle smile on his face, a warm feeling welled up in her heart, along with an indescribable shyness. She explained into the microphone, "He is a good friend of mine. He was the one who rescued my father when he was kidnapped last time."

"So it was him... Alright, I'll introduce us sometime. I'm relieved you're alright. Stay alert, goodbye."

Gu Lie seemed to recall the mysterious person Tong Mao had mentioned, and his tone softened. After giving a word of advice, he hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone from the receiver, Chunli breathed a long sigh of relief, her tense nerves finally relaxing completely.

Just then, she felt her strength gradually returning to her body. She moved slightly, signaling to Wen Ming that he could let her go.

Wen Ming understood, and his left hand, which had been around her waist, just loosened—

"Shua..."

The silk bathrobe, already badly damaged from the battle, slipped down her smooth skin without warning after losing the support around her waist and arms, instantly piling up at her feet!

It turned out that during the fierce fight with Baroque, her bathrobe had been torn in several long rips by the steel claws, the seams at the joints had also broken in many places, and even one of the shoulder straps had been torn off. She had only managed to keep it afloat by relying on Wen Ming's arm around her and her own tense state.

Now that the restraints have been loosened, it has completely completed its mission and declared a "strike".

In an instant, Chunli's perfectly toned and curvaceous figure was displayed almost without reservation before Wen Ming's eyes.

Wen Ming's breath hitched, and he felt a surge of heat rush to his head. He saw a holy light shining before his eyes, accompanied by a familiar dizziness.

Why... why did I have to encounter this kind of plot again?!
His inner scream was almost a breakdown, tinged with a sense of helplessness.

Wanda, Jean, did you define this reality for me?
At the same time, Chunli belatedly felt the sudden chill. She looked down, was startled at first, and then—

"ah--!!!"

A scream, loud enough to lift the roof off and filled with extreme embarrassment, suddenly burst from her mouth.

She blushed as if she had been thrown into boiling water, her face turning red from her cheeks and neck all the way to her ears, and even her fair skin turned an alluring pink, making her look like a boiled shrimp.

Overwhelmed by shame, her mind went blank, and she instinctively wanted to bend down and pick up the "disgraceful" bathrobe to cover herself.

However, in her panic, she forgot that she was standing on the pile of soft fabric. She stumbled, lost her balance, and fell forward with a scream.

The next second, Wen Ming felt a soft, delicate body, warm and fragrant, with a refreshing scent after a bath and an astonishing heat, crash solidly and seamlessly into his arms.

Warm and soft, I embraced her tightly.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Only Chun-Li's rapid and shy breathing, along with the sudden rise in body temperature and the accelerating heartbeats between the two, could be clearly heard in the silent room.

……

The Winter Soldier's arrest weighed heavily on Steve Rogers's mind.

Although Bucky was placed in a high-class sanatorium with CIA agents guarding the area, thanks to the mediation of Tony Stark and Nick Fury, a voice inside Steve kept screaming – a war hero shouldn't be treated like this, Bucky deserved a better ending.

Even though he knew that, according to the "predetermined trajectory," Bucky would become a member of Congress and even join the new Avengers, this compromise always went against his sense of justice.

In his eyes, the nursing home was just another form of prison—Baki had lost his true freedom.

During this time, he traveled around trying to exonerate Pakistan.

"You can't do this!"

In the Superheroes Council hall, Tony stared at Steve with a serious expression: "If it were me in the movie, after knowing the truth, I might have indulged your willfulness."

But now, we are members of the Superhero Council, citizens of the Planet of Ten Thousand Stars—we are no longer the Avengers who only passively retaliate, nor do we belong to the Eagle Nation.

He stepped forward, his tone growing increasingly somber: "Our identities have changed, and so have the times. The present era is different from the war years; every decision could trigger a diplomatic crisis."

Wen Ming's proposed solution is currently the safest way to clear his name..."

"Whitewashing?" Steve looked up abruptly. "Barbara is basically a victim, why would you need to whitewash him?"

The word "whitewashing" is like a thorn, piercing the softest part of his heart.

He would never allow Pakistan to suffer such injustice.

Tony gazed into the other's deep blue eyes and suddenly sighed: "Your heart is still on that battlefield 56 years ago, isn't it?"

The meeting room fell silent.

Tony shook his head in the end, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Natasha looked at Steve's clenched fist and said softly, "I know it takes time to adapt to a new environment. But reality isn't a movie, and life doesn't have a pre-written script."

She paused for a moment: "If you're really confused, you might want to see what Jamie does."

“Jamie…”

The image of the girl from the Street Fighter universe, who had a similar or even more tragic fate to Bucky, appeared in my mind.

After a long silence, Steve finally got up and walked towards the Street Fighter universe.

Natasha watched his retreating figure and sighed softly.

Steve is a tactical genius, not a strategist.

As a tactical mastermind, Steve can make the most accurate decisions on the battlefield and sacrifice a small number of soldiers to win the battle; however, when it comes to political games and strategic considerations, he is always trapped in his own principles of justice and cannot transform them into political sacrifices to achieve a win-win situation.

Especially when it comes to Bucky—he can never stay calm.

The explosion at the beginning of Captain America 3, which appears to be Wanda's mistake, was actually caused by Steve's mental state after hearing news of Bucky.

If Wanda hadn't controlled the energy burst in time, Steve and the entire marketplace's civilians would likely have perished in the flames.

To put it bluntly, Wanda is taking the blame for the captain.

However, he did not think so, and never cared about the casualties of those people.

He only cared whether Bucky was locked up, even if it was just a nominal nursing home.

The problem is, according to his logic, wasn't putting Bucky in Wakanda also a prison? Just a bigger one.

Hopefully, Jamie can teach him a lesson.

……

“Melts, you are best at intelligence gathering. Please compile a list of the current status of the victims and their families affected by all our past missions. I want to put their names on this memory wall.”

“Ainiero, I need you to compile all of Shadow Luo’s secret strongholds and information, and mark them. These will be our priority targets for elimination.”

“DeCaprio, track down all criminal organizations like Shadow Law. We can't save everyone, but every act of violence we stop saves more families from being torn apart. Our purpose is to stop them from harming more people.”

……

The Street Fighter universe, the headquarters of the Superpower Parliament of the Star Nation.

Cammy stood in front of the holographic projection, her fingertips tracing the dense array of light dots as she methodically arranged the future work of the December Guard.

The members of the December Guard listened quietly to their captain's instructions.

Joining the metaverse doesn't mean they won't come back, and they don't intend to just leave like that.

They want to protect the world in a completely new way.

Cammy looked around at her sisters who had fallen into darkness with her, her voice calm and powerful: "We can never truly make up for the past—life cannot be undone, the wounds will always remain, and broken families can never be reunited."

She raised her hand and lightly touched the name of the first victim on the wall: "We can blame everything on Yingluo to the outside world, but we must be honest with ourselves."

We will not evade or glorify our crimes; we will take full responsibility for every offense.

We will dedicate the rest of our lives to alleviating the suffering of victims, even if they never know who did it.

Let our killing skills become a shield to protect them.

Let our sins become the yardstick by which we measure our future good deeds.

Redemption is not an end point, but a direction.

We don't do this to make ourselves feel better, but to make this world a little bit better because of our existence than when we came.

This is the only path we can take, and the path we must take.

Sisters, let's get moving!

A holographic projection unfolds behind her, forming a dazzling star map, and all team members recite their oath in unison:
"May the rest of my life be my candle—"

"Light up the darkness we once buried with our own hands!"

In a shadowy corner, Steve Rogers watched the group of people forging ahead on the path of atonement, remaining silent for a long time.

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