He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

"Keep reading!"

Having made his plans, Fury continued watching the rest of the video.

The Vongola subdued the Savage Gang.

After the leader gave some instructions, the gang members dispersed, leaving only the Vongola family members behind to wait.

Then, an hour later.

Another group of people, about six hundred in number, walked from the other side of the street. They were all armed and led by two leaders as they menacingly approached the Vongola.

Within the Vongola Family, a core member with short silver hair spoke a few words to the leader and then stepped forward.

Clearly, he is the one prepared to face the enemy this time.

"As expected, these core members all possess extraordinary abilities."

Seeing this scene, Fury became even more convinced of his previous suspicions.

But then the camera shifted, and a middle-aged man with a fierce look, standing in the middle of the third row, with two guns tucked into his waistband, walked out.

Ignoring the shouts of the silver-haired core members, he drew his two pistols and walked nonchalantly toward the enemy.

Are the members in the third row also extraordinary?

"Or are all the people who aren't carrying modern weapons extraordinary?"

"Moreover, when the members in the third row and the second row were arguing, the leader did not seem displeased or blame them. The other members even seemed unfazed and made some sarcastic remarks, saying that the internal relationships of the Vongola family were not maintained by strength and status like those of ordinary gangsters, but rather by something deeper."

Fury gleaned many details from this simple image, raising his level of attention to the Vongola family to a new level.

Then, the scene changed again.

The young man wielding the trident had purple flames burning in his right eye, and the number in his eye flickered, changing from six to one. Then, except for the fierce man who stepped forward, all the Vongola members faded and disappeared.

"Aren't those strange-looking eyes from colored contact lenses?"

What does the burning purple flame represent?

"And what do the numbers mean to that person? What does six represent, and what does one represent?"

"Since there are six and one, does the number in between also exist?"

What do these numbers represent?

In an instant, countless details flooded Fury's mind, along with a multitude of questions.

But he didn't have time to think it through.

Because the two sides have already exchanged fire.

The sudden disappearance of the Vongola members left both the Viper Gang and the Gunfire Negotiators in a daze.

In that moment of distraction, the man launched a fierce attack.

One man, two guns, yet utterly fearless.

He raised his pistol, which was burning with orange flames, and fired.

He walked forward, firing and laughing wildly. The orange flame bullets, like a barrage, instantly obscured the entire street.

"This"

Fury was stunned.

This firepower is comparable to an army, and even the Punisher cannot match it.

Chapter Twenty-One: We Acted in Self-Defense

The Punisher is a retired U.S. Marine who embarks on a path of revenge to eradicate organized crime after his family is killed in a gang shootout.

At the start of his operation, the outside world did not know that he was the murderer; they judged that the enemy was an army based only on the number of dead enemies and the scene riddled with holes.

As it turned out, he was the only enemy.

The Punisher is extremely familiar with firearms; when fully equipped, one man can be as effective as an army.

And now, someone else has demonstrated this ability.

Furthermore, instead of carrying heavy firepower like the Punisher, he carried two pistols.

“No, even a regular pistol, let alone a rifle, doesn’t have that rate of fire. The high temperature would melt the barrel.” Fury watched the man weaving through the crowd, firing back and forth, the flamethrower bullets shooting wildly and hitting every enemy without blind spots. His expression was grave. “Is this his personal skill, or the function of the weapon itself? Or a combination of both?”

"I don't know, but this guy is insanely strong!"

After Hill finished speaking, the battle in the video had already ended.

The whole process took less than three minutes.

Considering the number of enemies, even assuming a perfect accuracy, that person fired over 600 shots in just three minutes.

If that person had used something like a Gatling gun, it wouldn't be surprising, but he used a handgun, which is completely unimaginable.

"Ignoring his firing speed, his skills are also exceptional." Fury pondered, "Surrounded by hundreds of people, he could easily dodge bullets and close-range attacks, and seamlessly return fire. Every shot accurately avoided vital points. Regardless of whether it was his own ability or the power of the weapon, his skills and precision are enough to qualify him as a super soldier."

“That’s right, his offensive was too fierce. Just watching the video, you could feel the suffocating pressure.” Hill nodded in agreement.

Fury stared intently at the man in the video and said in a deep voice, "This man is definitely no less capable than the previous youth, and may even surpass him in terms of charisma. The Vongola family is stronger than we imagined."

Then, the scene changed again.

With the arrival of the police, the Vongola family members retreated in an orderly manner.

The illusionist youth, who was covering the retreat, raised a thick fog that made the streets pitch black.

Fury and Hill didn't seem to notice this, having already witnessed his abilities before.

"Hoo," Fury took a deep breath and asked, "Where are the Vongola family members now? Have you found out their purpose?"

“They’ve taken over the abandoned church in Block 10 and are renovating it, seemingly preparing to make it their headquarters. As for their purpose,” Hill hesitated for a moment before saying, “the information I’ve gathered from the Savage Gang, the Gunfire Negotiators, and the Viper Gang is that they’re preparing to become the emperors of the underworld.”

"That's it?"

Fury looked at Hill in surprise.

Hill nodded. "That's it, but it could also be a decoy planted by the Vongola family."

"Send more people to closely monitor the Vongola family's movements, find out their purpose, and where they came from."

"Yes!"

Hill accepted the order and left the office.

Fury slumped back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh.

With so many powerful superhumans in the Vongola Family, their goal could never be as simple as becoming the underworld emperor.

Because this kind of thing is a piece of cake for them.

If something can be easily achieved, who would make it their goal?

No, I'll just do it casually at most.

Thinking of this, Fury couldn't help but sigh again.

He took out the quantum communicator that Carol had left behind when she left Earth, stared at it for a long time, and then put it away.

Although the situation has become very bad, it is not out of control yet, and it is too early to use this thing.

However, we must be prepared for things to get out of control.

"The Avengers plan needs to be accelerated!"

This was Otto's first time handling a corpse, but he seemed to have a great talent for it, handling it without any instruction and not encountering anything he didn't know how to do.

In fact, they were quite skilled at the process.

Use earth magic to dig a hole, fill it in, and then use incantations to summon a large number of scavenging creatures that live in the earth to eat them up, and that's it.

Throughout the entire process, my mind remained as calm as a still lake, without the slightest ripple.

"Next, just wash the blood off your body." Otto glanced at the blood on his sleeves and hands, and prepared to go back inside to clean himself.

"Hey, you've killed someone!"

Hearing the sound behind him, Otto stopped in his tracks.

"There's a strong smell of blood underground. You killed more than one, didn't you!" The voice rang out again, filled with rage.

Otto turned around and saw that the person who spoke was a man wearing a red bodysuit that covered the upper half of his head.

"I did not kill anyone."

Otto took out a white silk handkerchief, wiped the blood off his hands, and calmly said, "I was just disposing of the body."

"So that means they were accomplices?"

The masked man spoke with a certainty, as if asking a question, and slowly walked towards Otto. "I'll catch you first, then I'll find out who the killer is!"

"I'm sorry, I still have to work for my boss, I can't let you catch me!"

"I can't help you!"

After uttering those harsh words, the man suddenly sprinted forward, instantly covering three meters to stand in front of Otto. His right hand was already raised and clenched, ready to strike Otto's face.

Otto, however, seemed oblivious to what was happening and stood there calmly.

Just as the fist was about to strike, a large, muscular stray dog ​​suddenly pounced from the side and knocked the man heavily to the ground.

"Woof woof!!!"

The stray dog ​​barked fiercely twice and opened its mouth to bite the man's neck, but was kicked away.

The man stood up and instinctively chased after Otto.

As soon as he stood up, he was met with a group of stray dogs and cats surrounding him, blocking his way, baring their teeth and bristling with fur.

“You’re Daredevil, aren’t you!” Otto looked at him calmly. “I read about you in the newspaper last night. It said you’re a hero who fights crime and upholds justice.”

"Are you controlling these cats and dogs?"

Daredevil ignored Otto and instead asked a question.

No, it shouldn't be a question.