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Clinton District, also known as "Hell's Kitchen," is undoubtedly one of the most chaotic and unsafe areas in the entire Marvel Universe.
Here, gangs run rampant and crime rates remain extremely high. It can be said that this place is a paradise for sin.
Of course, it is also an area where many superheroes have fought. Daredevil, the Punisher, Spider-Man, and even the X-Men have all come here to take on criminals.
As the saying goes, "superheroes are the best villains' enemies," but any superhero who has fought in Hell's Kitchen inevitably develops hostility toward the crime lord Kingpin.
Destroying a drug-processing lab, stopping a smuggling operation, or arresting a few gang members might easily offend Kingpin's authority.
In the Marvel Universe's America, about 40% of criminal activity is linked to Kingpin.
And Kingpin's biggest thorn in his side is the future Spider-Man.
Since Rimuru wanted to take a part-time job to earn some income, she naturally chose Hell's Kitchen.
As for offending the rookie-level boss Kingpin, she was quite happy to use him as a way to earn some quick cash.
Late Night
The bustling city had fallen silent, with almost no pedestrians on the streets.
Those still wandering outside at this hour were generally not involved in legitimate activities.
Rimuru, dressed in a black windbreaker with a hood and mask, spread her bat-like wings and moved through the night sky like a ghost.
Just as she passed a street corner, she suddenly heard faint cries below, instantly alerting her.
With a single glance, Rimuru identified the source.
In a dim and dead-end alley, several shadowy figures stood around. A woman had been forced into a corner, weakly pleading, while the men showed no mercy. Rimuru could even hear their vulgar shouting.
"Please, let me go! I've already paid the protection fee!"
"You hand business over to other gangs, then say no to us? Do you think we're the Black Bear Gang?"
"No, no! I swear to God, I don't mean any disrespect, I just really have no money left!"
"If you don't have money, then pay with your flesh!"
Laughter filled the alley, mixed with the woman's frightened sobs.
Rimuru didn't want to listen any longer. It was nothing more than men bullying the weak under the excuse of "protection money," robbing the woman of both her dignity and wealth.
She drew her compound bow and in a flash appeared behind them.
"Hypnosis Therapy—Physics Edition!"
Bang!
An arrow struck the back of a burly man's head. Before he could react, he collapsed to the ground.
"WHO?!"
The gang members turned in shock—only to see a bow already drawn, and then a strike to the face.
"Persuasion through virtue!"
"Encouraging good behavior!"
"Creating a new life!"
"Changing minds!"
Rimuru moved too fast. Before they could even process what was happening, each of them was struck down by the bow.
The first man probably hadn't even realized what had happened yet, but the last one clearly saw the bow in Rimuru's hand.
In his final moment of consciousness, only one thought remained—this is how a bow is used?
The woman, rescued, trembled but looked at Rimuru with curiosity.
Windbreaker, hood, mask—was this a superhero?
And one who used a bow to hit people instead of shooting arrows from a distance… she must follow a "no-kill" principle.
That thought reassured her.
But in the next second, her eyes widened.
What was this superhero doing?
Were those two people… in contact?!
Oh my God, this was a completely strange superhero out of nowhere. Was she going to be silenced?
Or maybe she had already been killed and replaced?
Rimuru, of course, had no idea what the woman was thinking—and didn't care.
After all, it was her first time handling corpses, so she wasn't very skilled yet.
Five Minutes Later
Rimuru had collected all the earnings—524 dollars in total.
She stared silently at the pile of change.
This is… too embarrassing.
Is this all there is?
Isn't Kingpin supposed to be rich?
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rimuru grabbed one of the unconscious men and slapped him repeatedly.
Finally, the man woke up in pain.
"Tell me how much money you really have. Transfer everything to this account."
She read out a bank card number.
The burly man nearly cried.
"Hero, please spare me! I really have nothing left! My credit card is almost maxed out!"
To prove it, he even handed over his credit card and password.
Rimuru: "..."
Pathetic.
If you have no money left, then just sleep.
Bang!
Another arrow strike landed on his face, perfectly symmetrical with the previous mark.
Rimuru stood up and looked at the woman she had saved.
Although it was night, her perception was sharp.
The woman wore heavy makeup and revealing clothes—no need to guess her profession.
Seeing Rimuru glance at her, she shivered.
"Hero… my money was also taken by them. Please don't hit me. I'll write an IOU and pay in installments, okay?"
Rimuru: "..."
She even offered installment payments?!
What a creative idea.
After thinking for a moment, Rimuru took out a $100 bill.
Then another.
She handed them to the woman.
"Those who have seen it get a share. This is yours."
"What?"
The woman stared blankly at the bills in her hand, completely confused.
Just moments ago, this masked figure had looked extremely greedy for money—and now she was giving it away.
At that moment, she didn't even know what to say.
While she stood frozen, Rimuru had already turned and left.
"Don't get greedy. I won't give you any more!"
In an instant, she disappeared into the night.
The woman couldn't help but laugh.
Such a strange contrast—fast, ruthless, money-loving… yet also kind to the weak. What a funny and caring superhero.
"Superhero sir, what is your hero name?"
No answer came.
"Don't tell me you don't have one? How disappointing!"
She laughed at herself, used to it by now.
But then, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind:
"I don't want a new name. Hawkeye doesn't either!"
"Hawkeye?!"
The woman's eyes lit up.
What a kind and interesting superhero.
At the same time, inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion headquarters, on duty, agent Clint Francis Barton suddenly sneezed and felt a chill run down his back.
What exactly was this extremely bad feeling…?