In the early morning, New York.
The light reflected from the Nasdaq screen shone through the brown glass into the British-style cafe.
“According to our sources, a violent incident occurred in Germany yesterday, and the Avengers stopped the crime in time.”
“But regretfully, Wanda Maximoff, codenamed Scarlet Witch, accidentally caused nearly sixty casualties!”
The large-screen TV hanging on the wall was broadcasting a news segment.
“How detestable. These superheroes are just using their name as an excuse to cause destruction everywhere!”
The well-dressed, bearded boss placed the coffee in front of the young man, staring at the TV and cursing in a low voice full of disgust.
“Uncle Crewe, you really believe the one-sided stories of the media!”
The young man sitting on the leather sofa picked up a silver spoon to stir his Jamaica Blue Mountain Coffee without even raising his head, responding casually.
As he stirred with the silver spoon, the rich aroma of coffee rushed into his nose, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve up slightly.
“Hode, I experienced it firsthand! I saw with my own eyes that damn big green monster smash my house with the car I bought on a loan!”
“Fuck! That was a house I bought with over ten years of savings!”
When Crewe mentioned this, his already broad chest heaved violently.
On that day, he witnessed unprecedented despair, and even now, he couldn’t stop trembling with anger.
“Uncle Crewe, this is already the third time you’ve said that.”
“And didn’t they compensate you with a better house and car afterward?”
Hode picked up a small sugar cube, dropped it into his coffee, and shook his head helplessly.
Whenever news about superheroes was broadcast on TV, Uncle Crewe couldn’t help but curse.
“That’s different. Even so, they can’t just do whatever they want!”
Uncle Crewe stood with his hands on his hips, his exhaled breath making his graying beard tremble.
Facing Uncle Crewe’s response, Hode put down his coffee cup and shook his head.
“No rush. Sometimes, don’t jump to conclusions too early. Let the bullets fly for a bit!”
He knew better than anyone that what happened was not the Avengers’ fault.
It was just that the media intended to use overwhelming public opinion to push the Avengers to the forefront.
And the purpose of doing so was nothing more than to force Tony Stark and the others to agree to the superhero accord that the government was about to implement.
To make the Avengers fully agree to government oversight.
In this incident, Wanda was the most crucial victim.
The reason he knew all this so clearly was entirely because he himself was a transmigrator.
Hode raised the coffee in his hand and took a sip of the rich brew, his eyes drifting into memories.
Over a year ago, he had transmigrated to this World.
And he had also obtained the essential cheat for transmigrators: [Enjoy Life Surprise System, enjoy life, enjoy your days!]
As the name implied, as long as he enjoyed a high-quality and comfortable life, there was a chance to trigger rewards.
For example, [one million U.S.
dollars], [infinite lubricant], [a rock-hard and indestructible big stick], and other random rewards.
[Ding! You tasted Premium Jamaica Blue Mountain Coffee!]
[Obtained Reward: One hundred thousand U.S. dollars!]
“My dear Mr. Hode, bullets don’t fly for long!”
Uncle Crewe’s elegant British accent pulled Hode back to reality.
“That’s hard to say. Time will ultimately prove my words.”
Hode put down his coffee cup and casually placed a stack of U.S.
bills on the table.
Just as he was about to push the door open and leave, he seemed to remember something, turned back, and said, “Uncle Crewe, your coffee today is still wonderfully memorable. See you tomorrow.”
With that, the oak door of the cafe slowly closed, and the brass bell above it let out a crisp chime.
“This kid…”
Crewe looked up at the silhouette through the brown glass of the door and smiled, helplessly stuffing the bills into his cash register.
This Hode, who carried a unique charm in his every move, was the biggest customer in his shop.
Every day at exactly four in the afternoon, he would step into the cafe, leisurely savor a few sips of coffee, and then calmly depart.
And before leaving each time, he never forgot to leave a one-thousand-dollar tip.
…
…
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over the emerald-green pine trees.
Under the illumination of the light, the pine needles looked like needle tips painted with gold.
A black Cayenne was driving on the road leading to the suburbs.
“Occasionally, I still need to change my place of residence!”
Hode held the steering wheel with his right hand, while his left hand rested outside the window, feeling the gentle caress of the breeze.
Looking at the scenery not far away, his mood became a bit more cheerful.
And his destination this time was a manor of his located in the suburbs.
It was a manor obtained through system rewards.
Although the location was remote, the scenery was exceptionally beautiful.
As he got further and further from the city center, fewer and fewer houses appeared around him.
He might not even see a single household after driving for more than a kilometer.
The long road was like a straight ruler plunging directly into the woods.
In that silent environment, the chirping of birds on the roadside could be heard from time to time.
“It’s f**kin TR3YWAY!”
“It’s King of New York lookin’ for the Queen!”
“Uh, you got the right one!”
…
A lively rhythmic song came from the Bose speakers.
Driving the vehicle, Hode also hummed along with the song.
This slow-paced lifestyle made him feel that there was much more joy in life.
Just as he was swaying slightly to the music, a woman in a red coat stumbled out of the woods ahead!
“Shit!”
Hode’s face instantly changed color when he saw this figure suddenly dash out.
He spun the steering wheel frantically with both hands, his right foot almost stomping the brake straight into the fuel tank.
With a sharp screech of brakes, the Cayenne came to a steady halt just a few centimeters away from the woman in red.
Bang!
But, the woman actually collapsed heavily onto his hood.
“An insurance scammer?!” Hode was stunned at first, and his next thought was: “Or is the Cayenne a chick-magnet?!”
Seeing that the woman didn’t raise her head for a long time, Hode hurriedly got out of the car.
When he saw the woman lying on the hood, the expression on his face froze.
He saw that this woman had blonde hair, and her milky-white breasts were practically bursting out under the squeeze of her T-shirt.
The blood-red coat draped over her body added an indescribable, gorgeous beauty.
And her body actually exuded a heavy scent of malt.
Hode dazed out, and only after a long while did he murmur, “Is this… Wanda?”