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Chapter 85: Agent May
Author: Great Demon Spirit
Tony's expression was grim. He casually killed a robber with a single punch.
The Falcone Crime Family had kidnapped Anderson. This was told to Tony by one of Anderson's underlings who came running to find him. Anderson had indeed been a bit too excessive lately, like a pauper who'd struck it rich overnight, wildly flaunting his wealth and forgetting his humble origins. His capacity and ability had not yet reached that level.
As an Underworld Rat, Anderson possessed precisely this nouveau riche mentality. He had accumulated sufficient capital but severely lacked the corresponding mindset, and the deadliest part was that he hadn't even noticed it himself. It was no surprise that his increasingly arrogant behavior had infuriated Falcone; it would have been more surprising if the Falcone Crime Family hadn't reacted at all.
Without the irrigation of countless drops of blood, a Crime Syndicate of America like Falcone's could not have grown.
"Mr. Tony, my name is May, an Agent from S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Coulson sent me to contact you..." May said with a cold expression, walking straight up to him.
Tony glanced at her, a little surprised, and casually pointed to a nearby restaurant. "Wait for me there for a bit. I'm going to kill someone."
The restaurant's main door was tightly shut. Through the glass, shadows could be seen moving behind it. May walked straight over, lifted a nearby motorcycle, and used it to smash the glass. She then calmly entered and found a place to sit.
Tony's speed was astonishing. Along the way, he snapped a few more necks before bursting into a hotel.
This was a hotel owned by the Falcone Crime Family.
Tony rushed in, kicking open the main doors with a thunderous crash. The immense force sent the doors flying, crushing those inside who couldn't dodge in time.
"Damn it, don't they know this is Falcone Crime Family property? Who is it?"
"Quick, grab your weapons and waste this guy..."
The first reaction of the people inside was to kill the intruder. The Falcone Crime Family was the overlord of Gotham City!
Tony's face was cold. Without a single word of nonsense, he began his slaughter. Several mini-bots jumped off him, assembling into several War Machines with a continuous stream of clicking and clanking sounds. They weaved through the panicked crowd, leaving screams and blood in their wake.
Seeing this signature ability, some people had a bitter taste in their mouths, their faces filled with confusion. What had gotten into this demon, why was he targeting the Falcone Crime Family?
"Anderson isn't here! He was taken by the Joker! The Joker did it, it has nothing to do with us!" a minor boss shouted, raising his hands high.
Tony knocked him down with a punch and demanded, "The Joker? The information I got was that Anderson was sent here to you." He didn't care how Falcone taught that idiot a lesson—letting him suffer a bit would be good. He just wanted some payback.
"It was the Joker's order! Maroni said long ago that you might retaliate, so he left a message for us. No matter which stronghold you went to, someone would be there to tell you the Joker made us do it," the minor boss trembled.
"Why would the Joker capture a nobody like Anderson?"
"I don't know! Maroni specifically told me to tell you that we just do whatever the Joker says. There's no way we'd tell you his whereabouts. You might not know this, but the Joker has already killed several of Falcone's bosses! The Falcone Crime Family isn't afraid of you because you have a basic bottom line, but the Joker doesn't!"
Tony frowned, tossed the still-shaken minor boss aside, and slowly walked out of the hotel. In just that short time, the entire hotel lobby had been nearly demolished by Tony, leaving it in a complete mess.
The Joker kidnapped Anderson? What was the point? That guy, the Joker, couldn't be stupid enough to think Tony would go around causing trouble just for someone like Anderson. So what was the meaning of all this? Anderson was just a nobody, and a fool who had lost his way at that. Tony had given Anderson a large sum of money as capital and even provided him with channels to sell weapons. Such a favor was already rare and precious; Tony didn't owe Anderson anything.
"Finished?" May, like an ice queen, was sitting by the window. There were two drinks on the table, one of which was almost empty.
Tony shot her a look, plopped down in the seat opposite her, and reached for the full glass.
"This one isn't for you." May picked up both drinks and said coldly, "These are both for me."
Tony's face darkened. "Didn't Agent Coulson ever tell you that you're really annoying?"
May's expression was indifferent as she watched the young man opposite her with emotionless eyes.
"I need to get an understanding of the situation. This city is in chaos and has already attracted a lot of attention." May finished the first drink, picked up the second, and began drinking it as if no one else was there, completely ignoring how awkward it was for Tony to be sitting there empty-handed.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. sent you over, and you don't know the situation?" Tony had an exaggerated expression on his face. "Are Agents these days so unprofessional? How have you managed to survive this long?"
May glared with her beautiful eyes. Even in displeasure, one could feel a breathtaking charm beneath the icy exterior.
"To put it simply, a madman has appeared in this city, and he acts with absolutely no principles." Tony rubbed the bridge of his nose. In truth, he didn't care what the Joker did. Killing one person a day... aside from the old Commissioner Gordon and the new officer Harvey, none of the city's higher-ups were clean. If they were killed, they were killed; letting that mad dog, the Joker, bite them to death wasn't something difficult to accept.
"Is the Joker a Metahuman? Or a Mutant?" May asked the most critical question.
"No, he's just an ordinary person," Tony replied, silently adding in his mind: *At least not right now.*
"It seems you're very familiar with that Joker." May swirled her glass and snapped her fingers at a waiter in the distance. The somewhat nervous waiter hurried over and refilled her drink.
"You could say that. My understanding of that guy is at least a little better than the average person's. Madness and a lack of principles are the Joker's trademarks," Tony admitted nonchalantly.
May frowned imperceptibly, her understanding of Tony deepening. This mechanic didn't seem to care about some of the Joker's actions... In other words, he wasn't at least opposed to the Joker causing trouble in the city. With this kind of mentality, it was hard to say the man before her was a person of justice; he seemed to have a utilitarian streak.
A scream came from the street outside as a mugger attacked a passerby. With a backhanded motion, Tony fired a shot and killed the mugger, as casually as squashing an ant.
May glanced at Tony, overturning her previous thoughts. This person might be utilitarian, true, but he at least adhered to his own set of principles, so long as he himself wasn't under threat.
She noticed that Tony's expression remained grim.
The Joker and the mechanic had crossed paths, and the encounter wasn't pleasant. May quickly came to this conclusion in her mind. Combining this with the information she had received earlier, her understanding of Tony was gradually becoming more complete.
"If you're hoping to get any information from me, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I don't understand what's going on right now either. Sending a team of Agents to investigate would be far more useful than asking me." Tony stood up. In that brief moment, a thought had flashed through his mind like lightning.
(end of chapter)
Author: Great Demon Spirit
Tony's expression was grim. He casually killed a robber with a single punch.
The Falcone Crime Family had kidnapped Anderson. This was told to Tony by one of Anderson's underlings who came running to find him. Anderson had indeed been a bit too excessive lately, like a pauper who'd struck it rich overnight, wildly flaunting his wealth and forgetting his humble origins. His capacity and ability had not yet reached that level.
As an Underworld Rat, Anderson possessed precisely this nouveau riche mentality. He had accumulated sufficient capital but severely lacked the corresponding mindset, and the deadliest part was that he hadn't even noticed it himself. It was no surprise that his increasingly arrogant behavior had infuriated Falcone; it would have been more surprising if the Falcone Crime Family hadn't reacted at all.
Without the irrigation of countless drops of blood, a Crime Syndicate of America like Falcone's could not have grown.
"Mr. Tony, my name is May, an Agent from S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Coulson sent me to contact you..." May said with a cold expression, walking straight up to him.
Tony glanced at her, a little surprised, and casually pointed to a nearby restaurant. "Wait for me there for a bit. I'm going to kill someone."
The restaurant's main door was tightly shut. Through the glass, shadows could be seen moving behind it. May walked straight over, lifted a nearby motorcycle, and used it to smash the glass. She then calmly entered and found a place to sit.
Tony's speed was astonishing. Along the way, he snapped a few more necks before bursting into a hotel.
This was a hotel owned by the Falcone Crime Family.
Tony rushed in, kicking open the main doors with a thunderous crash. The immense force sent the doors flying, crushing those inside who couldn't dodge in time.
"Damn it, don't they know this is Falcone Crime Family property? Who is it?"
"Quick, grab your weapons and waste this guy..."
The first reaction of the people inside was to kill the intruder. The Falcone Crime Family was the overlord of Gotham City!
Tony's face was cold. Without a single word of nonsense, he began his slaughter. Several mini-bots jumped off him, assembling into several War Machines with a continuous stream of clicking and clanking sounds. They weaved through the panicked crowd, leaving screams and blood in their wake.
Seeing this signature ability, some people had a bitter taste in their mouths, their faces filled with confusion. What had gotten into this demon, why was he targeting the Falcone Crime Family?
"Anderson isn't here! He was taken by the Joker! The Joker did it, it has nothing to do with us!" a minor boss shouted, raising his hands high.
Tony knocked him down with a punch and demanded, "The Joker? The information I got was that Anderson was sent here to you." He didn't care how Falcone taught that idiot a lesson—letting him suffer a bit would be good. He just wanted some payback.
"It was the Joker's order! Maroni said long ago that you might retaliate, so he left a message for us. No matter which stronghold you went to, someone would be there to tell you the Joker made us do it," the minor boss trembled.
"Why would the Joker capture a nobody like Anderson?"
"I don't know! Maroni specifically told me to tell you that we just do whatever the Joker says. There's no way we'd tell you his whereabouts. You might not know this, but the Joker has already killed several of Falcone's bosses! The Falcone Crime Family isn't afraid of you because you have a basic bottom line, but the Joker doesn't!"
Tony frowned, tossed the still-shaken minor boss aside, and slowly walked out of the hotel. In just that short time, the entire hotel lobby had been nearly demolished by Tony, leaving it in a complete mess.
The Joker kidnapped Anderson? What was the point? That guy, the Joker, couldn't be stupid enough to think Tony would go around causing trouble just for someone like Anderson. So what was the meaning of all this? Anderson was just a nobody, and a fool who had lost his way at that. Tony had given Anderson a large sum of money as capital and even provided him with channels to sell weapons. Such a favor was already rare and precious; Tony didn't owe Anderson anything.
"Finished?" May, like an ice queen, was sitting by the window. There were two drinks on the table, one of which was almost empty.
Tony shot her a look, plopped down in the seat opposite her, and reached for the full glass.
"This one isn't for you." May picked up both drinks and said coldly, "These are both for me."
Tony's face darkened. "Didn't Agent Coulson ever tell you that you're really annoying?"
May's expression was indifferent as she watched the young man opposite her with emotionless eyes.
"I need to get an understanding of the situation. This city is in chaos and has already attracted a lot of attention." May finished the first drink, picked up the second, and began drinking it as if no one else was there, completely ignoring how awkward it was for Tony to be sitting there empty-handed.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. sent you over, and you don't know the situation?" Tony had an exaggerated expression on his face. "Are Agents these days so unprofessional? How have you managed to survive this long?"
May glared with her beautiful eyes. Even in displeasure, one could feel a breathtaking charm beneath the icy exterior.
"To put it simply, a madman has appeared in this city, and he acts with absolutely no principles." Tony rubbed the bridge of his nose. In truth, he didn't care what the Joker did. Killing one person a day... aside from the old Commissioner Gordon and the new officer Harvey, none of the city's higher-ups were clean. If they were killed, they were killed; letting that mad dog, the Joker, bite them to death wasn't something difficult to accept.
"Is the Joker a Metahuman? Or a Mutant?" May asked the most critical question.
"No, he's just an ordinary person," Tony replied, silently adding in his mind: *At least not right now.*
"It seems you're very familiar with that Joker." May swirled her glass and snapped her fingers at a waiter in the distance. The somewhat nervous waiter hurried over and refilled her drink.
"You could say that. My understanding of that guy is at least a little better than the average person's. Madness and a lack of principles are the Joker's trademarks," Tony admitted nonchalantly.
May frowned imperceptibly, her understanding of Tony deepening. This mechanic didn't seem to care about some of the Joker's actions... In other words, he wasn't at least opposed to the Joker causing trouble in the city. With this kind of mentality, it was hard to say the man before her was a person of justice; he seemed to have a utilitarian streak.
A scream came from the street outside as a mugger attacked a passerby. With a backhanded motion, Tony fired a shot and killed the mugger, as casually as squashing an ant.
May glanced at Tony, overturning her previous thoughts. This person might be utilitarian, true, but he at least adhered to his own set of principles, so long as he himself wasn't under threat.
She noticed that Tony's expression remained grim.
The Joker and the mechanic had crossed paths, and the encounter wasn't pleasant. May quickly came to this conclusion in her mind. Combining this with the information she had received earlier, her understanding of Tony was gradually becoming more complete.
"If you're hoping to get any information from me, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I don't understand what's going on right now either. Sending a team of Agents to investigate would be far more useful than asking me." Tony stood up. In that brief moment, a thought had flashed through his mind like lightning.
(end of chapter)
