He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

The reason for doing this was simply to prevent the enemy from bypassing Xunx and causing trouble for others.

After all, how can a group fight compare to the shock of a single person fighting alone?

Whether it's to demonstrate strength for dominating the American underworld or to shock and amaze others, having one person directly confront and overwhelming five or six hundred fully armed gangsters is the best option.

Xunx glanced back at Tsunayoshi, scoffed unhappily, put away his pistol, and returned to the Vongola Family's group.

He is the adopted son of the Ninth Boss, the leader of the Varia, an assassination squad of the Vongola, and also a candidate for the Tenth Boss. He advocates ruling with absolute strength and ruthless methods, dislikes the Tenth Boss's lenient policies, and is an ambitious person who wants to seize the position of boss.

But no matter how much they dislike Tsunayoshi, or how different their ideologies are, it's still an internal conflict within the family. When facing external enemies, they are of one mind.

He had a high opinion of Tsuna's abilities.

Tsuna nodded slightly, then looked at Cornell.

This strange man, who had demonstrated exceptional fighting skills in previous battles and possessed an incredibly strong bite force capable of deforming metal, was the only one who had caused Xunx some trouble, and has once again offered his choice.

"To submit, or to be destroyed?"

Previously, the leader of the Savage Gang, following Tsunayoshi's orders, delivered the proclamation to the leaders of the two remaining largest gangs in the area.

And unsurprisingly, they chose destruction.

Of course, it's about destroying this Vongola that appeared out of nowhere.

And now

"We surrender!"

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone made their choice instantly.

The passersby who witnessed this scene were left with a buzzing in their heads.

They all knew that things were about to change.

"Since you've chosen to submit, you must strictly abide by the Vongola rules. What you can and cannot do will be explained to you later!" Tsuna finished speaking and looked up into the distance.

Police cars, sirens blaring, sped up.

"Let's retreat!"

Tsuna gave the order, and the family members behind him automatically made way for him as he calmly departed.

Police cars screeched to a halt at the other end of the gang's "corpse" location, and officers wearing bulletproof vests and carrying rifles rushed out.

Thanks to the chaos in the Harlem area, the local police are equipped with more firepower than in other areas, including heavy machine guns.

"Nobody is allowed to move!"

A Black policewoman pointed a handgun at the departing Vongola family members.

But nobody paid him any attention.

Everyone left with unhurried steps.

The policewoman's face turned grim, and she immediately ordered, "Prepare to fire, everyone!"

The police officers released the safety on their guns, waiting for the order to fire, but it never came.

They looked over in surprise, only to see the policewoman staring ahead in astonishment.

Following their gaze, everyone saw a handsome man wielding a trident facing them from the very back of the Vongola family.

"Quiet!"

The man held his right index finger to his lips, a wicked smile on his face, and purple flames burned in his blood-red eyes that held the number "six".

Everyone's breath caught in their throats, as if something had gripped their hearts, but they quickly recovered.

"Fire, flames?"

"Were there flames burning in that person's eyes?"

Am I seeing things?

"No, you didn't, but I saw it too."

The words in the eyes might be due to wearing colored contact lenses, but the burning flames cannot be explained by colored contact lenses.

Suddenly, the number in the man's eyes changed from six to one.

Suddenly, a thick fog, so thick that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face, rose from the sunlit street, enveloping everyone inside.

Let's get along well from now on!

Rokudo Mukuro parted his lips slightly, then turned and followed the others.

"Be on guard!"

The policewoman realized what was happening and gave orders.

Although I really wanted to lead my men to rush over, the thick fog made it impossible to see anything, rendering our firearms useless.

The enemy's strange abilities also made her wary, and she dared not approach them casually.

"call"

A gust of wind blew by, carrying away the mist.

The streets were deserted, there was nothing there.

The police officers looked at each other, feeling as if they were dreaming.

But looking at the devastation left behind by the gunfight on the street, they all knew that it was not a dream.

"This is serious!"

The policewoman stared solemnly in the direction the Vongola family members had left.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of Rokudo Mukuro, he's got a knack for showing off!"

Gu Qing sat on the subway heading to the central district, but his mind was constantly focused on the situation in Harlem, taking in the entire process.

Tsuna displayed immense strength while simultaneously exhibiting an air of effortless mastery. He made the world aware of the Vongola Family's power while leaving them unaware of its full extent, forcing them to rely on their own imaginations. This dramatically boosted his prestige and earned him 600 wish points.

Yes, only 1600.

Even though the Vongola family has been so successful in showing off, they only have 1600 wish points.

The mechanism for generating Prayer Points is that the stronger your strength and the greater your emotions, the higher the Prayer Points you will receive.

But everyone present was an ordinary person, and even if they were deeply emotional, they could only contribute a fraction of the amount. If Luke and the Water Serpent hadn't been there, he might not have even received a thousand.

But this is just the beginning.

With the Vongola family now ruling Harlem, they are destined to interact with other underworld forces and street heroes. Kingpin, the Hand, and the Defenders will all cross paths with them in the future.

The strength displayed by the Vongola today will also attract the attention of official agencies.

S.H.I.E.L.D., the military, Hydra

With the involvement of these major forces and the emergence of powerful figures, his gains will increase.

"This is going to be interesting."

A smile appeared on Gu Qing's lips.

Chapter Nineteen is an Illusion

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Tri-Wing Building.

Fury was working on office documents when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Fury said without looking up.

Then, the office door opened, and Hill rushed in. "Frey, something terrible has happened!"

"……Um?"

Fury paused for a moment, then looked up at Hill with a look of surprise on his face.

Hill is one of the few Level 10 agents in S.H.I.E.L.D., and has access to many extraordinary things. She is also a calm and composed woman.

This was the first time in all these years that Fury had seen her so flustered. While wondering what had happened, he also sensed the seriousness of the situation.

He immediately asked seriously, "What happened?"

"A gang fight has broken out in Harlem!"

As Hill spoke, he opened the file in his hand and began searching through it.

Fury sat quietly in the armchair, waiting patiently.

Hill is not only a Level 10 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but also his assistant. It's impossible that he would come looking for him just because "a gang fight happened in a place where gang fights often happen".

There must be something special about it.

Otherwise, Hill would have rushed over to report to me without even finishing the preparations.

"...Found it."

Hill rummaged through the folders for a while, then took out a USB drive and plugged it directly into the projector on the table.

After pressing the switch, she explained as the machine started up: "This happened half an hour ago. A group of mafia members, whose origins are unknown, calling themselves the 'Vongola' family, came to Harlem and declared their intention to rule all the gangs in Harlem. They then clashed with the three largest gangs in the area. This is the surveillance footage from that time."

"Ok!"

Fury nodded slightly, then looked at the image on the wall.

On the old, dilapidated street, two groups of people, about six hundred in total, appeared, all carrying guns and walking towards each other.

Their side consisted mainly of burly Black men, whose attire exuded a fierce and imposing presence.

The other side is a bit strange.

They were dressed in black suits and bowler hats, like members of a movie mafia. The members were of three races, including men, women, and children of all ages.

It goes without saying that there are people of all three races, since some gangs value brotherhood, have a good atmosphere, and don't discriminate.

You don't have to specify the gender.

After all, while there are few women involved in organized crime, they do exist, and some have even risen to the position of boss.