Marvel: Killing Makes You Stronger

[Sponsored] Chapter 14: Stonewall Bar

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Natasha's thoughts were unclear to Bi Xiao.

But he was prepared to start a new slaughter, targeting a bar in the Brooklyn area.

It was still night, and there was no rain tonight.

Inside the apartment, the only difference was that he changed into new clothes—a black plaid shirt and jeans, covered by a black coat, and a round hat on his head, giving him a distinct British gentleman's flair.

He held a rectangular box in his hand, which contained a cross sword dusted with silver powder, and a Gurkha kukri hung at his waist.

As he stepped out, he hailed a taxi to the bar in Brooklyn.

It is worth mentioning that as he got into the car, he glanced subtly to the left. On the fourth floor of an apartment building, although the window was curtained, his sharp, eagle-like vision caught an eye watching him with peripheral vision.

Despite trying to avoid direct eye contact, his keen senses still detected it.

"Natasha, Coulson, it is indeed S.H.I.E.L.D.," he muttered.

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Bi Xiao's lips curved slightly. The woman who had been pretending to be Jenny acted normally during this period, but Bi Xiao had been using his excellent hearing to focus on her conversations, especially when she thought she was unmonitored and safe while talking to Coulson.

In reality, he caught every word, even from a distance of over a hundred meters, his deliberate listening did not miss a thing.

These two familiar names let Bi Xiao already know their identities.

Black Widow, future Avenger and top agent, Natasha Romanoff.

Coulson, the future Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

It was no surprise that he was on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar, given the extensive network of the agency, always highly attentive to any special individuals or events, believing they could be recruited, they would observe and make contact, eventually employing methods to enlist them.

Though S.H.I.E.L.D.'s force is massive, the real strength at the top was nearly limited to Hawkeye.

Such top strength does not include mutants and anomalies like Magneto, Professor X, Jean Grey the Phoenix, or Storm.

Just those considered top human standards.

Compared with Iron Man, Thor, and Hulk, Hawkeye and Natasha seemed just to fill roles, yet being part of such a superhero team meant each had their unique role, their strength foundational, though far beyond ordinary humans.

But that's about it, Crossbones being one, but still part of Hydra.

Thus, S.H.I.E.L.D always looked to recruit individuals with solo combat abilities.

Given Bi Xiao's known capabilities and analysis, it was not surprising that S.H.I.E.L.D was interested; he was definitely under the eye of some one-eyed black man.

If it were Hydra, they might have already suppressed and brainwashed him.

S.H.I.E.L.D's style, Bi Xiao didn't care, nor did he bother to judge the other party's tactics; they simply knew different secrets, limited to a small scope.

Bi Xiao was different; multiverses, Hell, Heaven, Eternals, Asgard, the Celestials, and more.

And he was confident that with time he would grow strong enough to rival these so-called deities, even to slay them.

Organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra were not even on his list for gaining experience, at most they were just seasoning in his everyday life.

In essence, he was a spectator from a higher viewpoint.

Shaking off these thoughts, the taxi arrived at a bar in Brooklyn's 75th district, named Stonewall Inn, characterized by its punk metal style of this era, surrounded by dirty, muddy alleys, and bustling nightlife, with scantily clad ladies clinging to their companions.

The relentless noise kept the area from ever being quiet.

After paying the fare, Bi Xiao stood in front of the bar, his attire completely out of place compared to the others coming to the bar.

The looks he received from around carried various messages, Bi Xiao pressed down his hat, ignoring them, his icy gaze sweeping the area, his senses amplified, the world seemed to suddenly quiet down, the people in front of him turning into ethereal bodies, their heartbeats, pulse sounds, and blood flow.

His brain received all these details, and in an instant, he determined whether the crowd outside was human or ghost.

Plenty of humans, plenty of ghosts, the unique scent emanating from inside the bar.

Cold, foul.

Such bars had no real age restrictions; their main philosophy was to come if you wanted to join, after all, these vampires favored fresh, delicious fairies and young men.

If they didn't let the underage in, how would they hunt?

Thus, Bi Xiao smoothly entered the bar, and it must be said, the interior of the bar was very spacious, with vintage red velvet sofas, paintings on the walls, lights of various colors overhead, and booming music that instantly immersed visitors in the heavy metal atmosphere.

But Bi Xiao only felt the noise.

He carried the long box with the cross sword to the bar and ordered a cocktail. The bartender, a very pretty blonde girl, caught sight of Bi Xiao's attire and face, a hint of blood flashing in her eyes as she began to make a drink and attempted to flirt.

However, Bi Xiao extended a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

The cold light in his eyes pierced the woman like a physical thing, her heart felt as if it had been stabbed, her movements stopped due to fear and awe.

"You~~~"

Bi Xiao completely ignored the distorted expression of the pretty blonde woman in front of him, calmly picked up the long box, placed it on the bar, and slowly opened it, revealing the cross sword lying inside.

The cross sword, measuring 1.4 meters, had a cruciform shape with a sharp blade dusted with silver powder, making it look smooth and appealing.

Overall, it was quite attractive.

The people sitting at the bar also noticed something was amiss when Bi Xiao picked up the cross sword, their expressions filled with confusion and curiosity, unclear what the madman in front of them was up to.