Phase one of spatial rule cracking is complete. Samples have been taken inside the Pawnshop. Subsequent cracking will run in the background."
"Cracking?"
"When the cracking is fully complete, the host will have the ability to travel anywhere through the Pawnshop."
"Tch, don't tell me it'll take my whole life."
"The cracking can be completed in one to two years."
Su Wei looked at the tesseract in his hand, which had a corner missing.
About to possess a knock-off tesseract, this item instantly lost its appeal.
Although the genuine article had immense power,
before he had the strength, this thing was a hot potato.
He didn't want to wake up and see Thanos sitting by his bed, discussing family planning with him.
Anyway, now that he possessed an immortal body, as long as he was cautious and low-key, and wasn't caught for research to become a living dead man, he could afford to wait two years.
Su Wei looked at the tesseract in his hand and began to operate it.
Where would he be teleported to?
The energy of this thing was too powerful, so it was very unstable.
Teleportation was always random.
The most recent person to use the tesseract for teleportation was Red Skull.
That poor fellow gave this mode of transport a bad review,
because he was teleported to Vormir, becoming an employee of the Soul Stone's 'paternity testing center,' with a lifetime contract.
Feeling the impact of the previous bad review, Su Wei, being a homebody, thought Earth was best. Unless he was teleported to a planet where wearing clothes was considered shameful, he would refuse all other places.
As soon as he finished praying, Su Wei was enveloped by a blue light and vanished into the void.
Two days later,
in the South End of Boston, the capital city of Massachusetts, U.S.A.
A bar was brightly lit in the dark of night.
"No one will give you handouts, you have to fight for yourself. Although I want to carve this on my tombstone, I don't want anyone stealing my thunder, you Italian bastards from Providence! You're in trouble!"
As soon as the middle-aged man with slicked-back hair finished speaking, he grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it hard on the head of the trespassing Italian, Providence, though part of Rhode Island, U.S.A., was only 80 kilometers from Boston.
"This is Irish territory, it's my, Frank Castro's, territory. Don't come here and tell me what to do."
The Italian gang member in front of him fell to the ground, crying and wailing, "I'll give you back the money!"
"Do I look like I'm short on cash? Ever since I stole a classmate's milk money in third grade, I haven't been short on cash. It took me 20 years to end the chaos here and let the Irish live stable lives in this city. Disgusting, damn Italians, you brought war!"
Frank snatched an axe from his subordinate's hand and brought it down.
The Italian instinctively raised his hand to block.
Ah!!!!
The sharp axe directly severed his hand and stopped at the Italian's forehead.
Frank grinned, withdrew the axe, picked up the severed hand from the ground, and used the Italian's own middle finger to poke the other party's forehead.
"Dying like this is too easy for you. I need to think about how to kill you so that your stupid compatriots won't dare to step foot here again!"
After speaking, he waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to drag away the wailing Italian.
"Arno, dispose of this!"
He tossed the severed hand to the burly man beside him.
"Remember to send the ring on it to his wife, and ask her if she wants a new husband. I think I can be of service. No one refuses a woman from Sicily."
After speaking, he picked up the cutlery on the table and wiped the bloodstains from his hand.
"Idiot, get a mop!"
After instructing a dazed subordinate, Frank turned and spread his arms.
"Everyone, sorry for the fright. All drinks tonight are on me!"
"Long live Frank!!!"
Amidst the rising cheers,
Su Wei in the corner took a sip of yogurt.
"Damn system, you messed up my plans. Couldn't the guaranteed order be released a bit later? Shouldn't there be a novice protection period?"
Su Wei was teleported to Boston and had planned to lie low for a while as per his plan. Before he could find a safe place to stay, he received the name of his first year's guaranteed client from the system.
It was this ruthless Frank, full name Frank Castro, the godfather of Boston's South End underworld, the boss in the Infernal Affairs saga.
Having lived in the dark world for many years, frequently clashing with the police,
Frank was very cautious and highly suspicious.
In the original drama, the male lead, despite having a gang background, took many years to gain his limited trust.
It was impossible for Su Wei to make the other party believe in the existence of the Eighth Pawnshop.
Of course, if Su Wei now possessed the Hulk's combat power, he could also use force to make the other party believe.
But to remain low-key, Su Wei had now copied an ordinary person he encountered on the street. The abilities he had copied before had disappeared with the change of target, and now he was just an ordinary person with average physical fitness.
Plus, in his previous life, he had never even been in a fight; his combat experience was almost zero.
With his current strength, besides secretly handing the other party a small card,
it was impossible for him to sit down and make a deal with him.
Moreover, Su Wei had nothing in his hands that the other party would pawn their soul for.
If he couldn't do it alone, then he would use someone else's hand.
But before that, he needed to increase his own chips.
Watching the Eighth Pawnshop business card, which Frank had thrown away like trash, being cleaned up along with the bloodstains by the dazed subordinate,
Su Wei completely gave up the idea of direct contact.
He paid his bill and left the bar.
A week later,
a middle-aged man with thinning hair walked dejectedly down Wall Street, sighing as he walked, looking back at the office buildings in the distance.
As he passed a street food cart,
the middle-aged man touched his stomach and swallowed hard.
He instinctively reached into his pocket,
but halfway through,
he remembered that there wasn't a single cent in his pocket.
An unexpected medical accident had left him bankrupt.
His long-prepared startup project was also practically stillborn.
Those damn short-sighted Wall Street elites,
simply didn't understand,
that the money needed to settle the lawsuit was really trivial
compared to the potential profits of this project.
His stomach suddenly rumbled, interrupting his resentment.
Alas,
he should still think about how to fill his stomach.
Huh,
what's this?
He felt a business card in his pocket.
He didn't remember receiving this strange business card.
One side had a bizarre dragon-snake-bat pattern,
the other side had a few lines of text:
"Did God not hear your wishes? What else do you want? Here, everything you can imagine can be fulfilled. How much are you willing to pay? The Eighth Pawnshop accepts any item for pawn."
A pawnshop? Accepts any item for pawn?
What a strange pawnshop.
"If you don't have money to buy, please don't block other customers!"
Su Wei, disguised as a food cart server, feigned impatience and tactfully advised.
The middle-aged man, from a wealthy family, had never encountered such a situation. His expression was dark and unclear, and he eventually turned and left.
As he reached the intersection, the middle-aged man tightened his grip on the business card.
"Perhaps I can give it a try."