In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

That's enough, that's enough, you've tasted enough, hurry up and take it away (in a panic).

Which parallel universe is this? I've watched so many movies and read so many comics, and I've never seen New York police officers using armored vehicles to blow people up on the street!

Mason's lips twitched a few times, and then he thought of Elliot, who might not have escaped successfully.

I hope everyone is alright.

He sighed again, and after the pain subsided a little, he stood up straight and checked his condition.

The air gun was still on his finger, because he had grabbed it the moment he jumped out of the car, but the towel on his head had fallen off during the tumbling.

Just as Mason reached out to touch it in a bit of a panic, the sensation on his forehead made him forget even the pain in his body for a moment.

—The idea has vanished.

Above the brow, where there should have been a hole, there was only some skin that felt like a scar. The same was true for the back of the head. Although I couldn't confirm it without a mirror, it seemed like... it had grown back?

This is considered...?

Could it be some kind of unique superpower, or perhaps the original owner was actually a mutant with a healing factor?

He frowned and pondered for a moment. Meanwhile, the Rhino, who had been hit by the armored vehicle's main gun, seemed to have recovered and looked ready to crash into the police convoy under the barrage of fire. His defense was truly impressive; if any of the other members of the Sinister Six had been hit like that, only a few would have survived.

Never mind, this is none of my business anyway. My priority is to get to a safe place as soon as possible.

Rhino Man, right? You better remember this—

Mason endured the pain and limped forward, leaning against the wall for support. But before he had taken more than a few steps, he vaguely heard footsteps behind him, as if someone was quietly approaching him.

He was startled and turned around abruptly.

A disheveled-looking homeless man had already pointed a gun at him, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

The other man was clearly startled by Mason's sudden turn, but after a brief tactical lean back, he regained his balance and shouted at him, "Robbery! Hand over all your valuables!!!"

"?"

Mason slowly typed out a question mark.

He blinked, then hissed, "Robbery?"

The thunderous sounds still echoed through the streets as the battle between the police and the rhinoceros-men reached a fever pitch—theoretically speaking, any rational creature should be trying to escape at this point.

But someone is blocking my way here, saying they want to rob me.

For a moment, Mason thought he was hallucinating because of the pain.

But the homeless man immediately shouted again, "Didn't you hear me?! I told you to hand over your valuables!!!"

...It seems to be true.

"Are you out of your mind?! Robbing people at a time like this?!"

Mason was so angry he laughed: "Aren't you fucking afraid of dying?"

"..." The homeless man paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about Mason's question, and even his agitated attitude softened a lot.

He quickly raised his head and said resolutely, "If you ask me if I'm afraid, then yes, I am."

Mason: "?"

"But there's an old saying in this great Eastern country: 'Fortune favors the bold,'" he said, emphasizing each word. "It is precisely in times like these that someone like me can take advantage of the chaos to amass immense wealth that I never even dared to dream of before!"

Mason was completely dumbfounded when the man uttered "Fortune favors the bold" in his impeccable East Coast accent, as if it had been cobbled together from Google Translate.

Indeed, in this chaotic New York, one can live or not, but one cannot be without life.

His lips twitched twice, and he slightly raised his left index finger, aiming it at the homeless man with lofty dreams.

"Bro, I'll give you a chance. Put down the gun and leave. I won't call the police." He sighed. "You have a real talent for creating drama. Go on a talent show and tell jokes, or even become a rapper. That's better than robbing people outside."

However, faced with Mason's well-intentioned advice, the homeless man merely smiled arrogantly: "Hmph, judging by your clothes, you're a rich man. I have to consider whether this is my only chance in this life—in this world, it's not just those with superpowers who are qualified to rob!"

"……Bang."

Mason coldly uttered an onomatopoeic word.

A slight recoil came from his index finger, causing his hand to tremble slightly.

Conversely, the homeless man who was about five or six meters away from him was thrown into the air as if he had been hit by a truck, covering a distance of more than three meters, before falling straight to the ground and passing out.

"Is this the spirit of New Yorkers? It's truly awe-inspiring."

Mason sighed as he walked over and first checked his vital signs—it seemed he had simply been knocked unconscious by the huge impact and was not in any life-threatening danger.

A non-lethal weapon that can knock out an ordinary person instantly? It's about what I expected. It's useful, but I can't expect it to work on those supernatural or ghostly things.

He then patted the homeless man a couple more times and finally found two dollars and seventy-six cents in his inner pocket, along with some odds and ends such as nail clippers and bottle openers, so shabby that he didn't even bother to pick them up.

Shaking his head, Mason turned and picked up the pistol that had fallen against the wall.

The fragmented memories in his mind came into play at this moment, allowing him to immediately recognize the brand and model of the pistol—the Glock G19, a star in the world of handguns. Hydra had even used this thing as a teaching tool in their military training, so he knew how to use it as soon as he picked it up.

Although this weapon is a bit neglected and dirty, it's good enough that it's still usable.

Mason engaged the safety, tucked the gun into his belt, scratched his head, pondered for a moment, and then decided on his next course of action.

The Rhino Man, the New York bomb-resistant king, must have caused quite a few casualties on his way here. His own car was also reduced to scrap metal, so it's reasonable for people to die. So, why not take this opportunity to sneak out, whether it's to latch onto a powerful figure or find a place to lie low for a while until he summons a powerful gadget before coming out to talk? Then he can just call Madam Fuck and tell him what S.H.I.E.L.D. is all about. It would be a way to make up for his predecessor's accomplice to evil.

But it's best to run for now.

And so, Mason continued limping deeper into the alley, but before he could take more than a few steps, the series of explosions on the street suddenly stopped.

Instead, there was a unique sound of something cutting through the air, like a large rock weighing tens of kilograms being tossed around in the air at extremely high speed.

Could it be...?

Out of curiosity, Mason glanced back slightly.

A red and blue shadow flashed past the alley entrance—it was a person, and if he wasn't mistaken, someone Mason knew very well.

"Hey, Alexei! You haven't finished your sentence yet, so get back to prison and stay there!"

A male voice swept through the air, followed by cheers from the police and the rhinoceros-man's angry roar.

"It's Spider-Man! He's here!!"

"Spider-Man, take this big oaf down!"

The rhinoceros-man waved away the smoke on his body and reached out to grab the agile figure flying through the air, but the figure easily dodged with a change of direction.

That's right, the visitor is none other than the world's number one superhero (in terms of popularity), the good neighbor of New Yorkers, Spider-Man!

Although Mason couldn't get a clear look at his suit due to the exaggerated agility of his aerial maneuvers, it didn't seem like an MCU suit; rather, it was closer to... The Amazing Spider-Man.

That makes sense. There was no Spider-Man in the 2010 cinematic universe. It would be normal if it wasn't him.

But which universe is this exactly?

Spider-Man used the surrounding tall buildings to circle around Rhino several times, shooting out a large number of spider webs from his hands, instantly wrapping the super-strong Russian into a white silk dumpling.

Alright! That's it! One punch and he's dead!