"Don't get agitated, Mindy."
"They might not necessarily find us."
"Tonight's operation is canceled!"
"After they get the stuff and retreat, we'll go find trouble with Hady, that son of a bitch!"
Noticing the urgency in Hit-Girl's voice, Big Daddy, however, made his own voice even calmer, gently advising her.
But if Hit-Girl could see Big Daddy's eyes, she would find that his eyes contained several indescribable emotions.
Finally, as if having made a decision, he subconsciously nodded vigorously.
"Understood, I'll hide well."
"Daddy, you should hide well too!"
"When we get back, I'm going to personally stab Hady, that son of a bitch, a hundred times!"
Perhaps because of Big Daddy's calm voice, Hit-Girl frowned, seemingly thinking she had misjudged earlier, and was much more relieved when she responded.
Michael rolled his eyes wildly from the side.
What the hell!
Listen!
Are these the words a ten-year-old loli would say?
What has this damn Big Daddy taught his own child?
Not only is she full of curses, but she constantly talks about stabbing people a hundred times, and it's as if she's done something trivial.
Sure enough, Big Daddy's death in the original plot was deserved.
This isn't a dog-eat-dog World; there's no father who teaches his daughter like this.
Being tortured to death is also retribution!
Ahem.
Of course, with Michael as a variable, Michael wouldn't let Big Daddy just die like that.
No matter how bad Big Daddy was as a father.
But to Hit-Girl, he was, after all, her closest relative.
Since he gained abilities from them, he should try his best to prevent such a tragedy from happening again.
It could also be considered 'worthy of his conscience'!
...And just as the three of them, including Michael, were each lost in thought.
On the now fully docked fishing boat, dozens of figures also emerged.
Michael's mind tensed, and he quickly picked up a pair of binoculars 'borrowed' from the spare supplies of the previous group, who were likely mercenaries, to observe.
The main reason Michael believed this group was mostly mercenaries was largely due to the binoculars in his hand.
As a pseudo-military enthusiast, Michael didn't recognize the model of these binoculars, nor did he know which company produced them.
But!
When Michael put the binoculars to his nose, various real-time data clearly appeared in his field of vision.
Laser-measured distances accurate to millimeters, real-time changing wind direction and speed data, air temperature and humidity, dust content, and even latitude and longitude were displayed.
This kind of high-precision military binoculars, not to mention how many U.S. dollars they were worth, could Gang members even get their hands on them?
Michael even once suspected whether this was a regular army sent by the American Federation military?
In the American Federation, a capitalist country, it's not uncommon for certain capitalists to pay some price and send regular troops to strike at what they see as thorns in their side!
Perhaps, it was because the expanding Kingpin touched the interests of certain capitalists?
Or, was it a unit dispatched by S.H.I.E.L.D. as a warning?
However, to Michael's regret, he didn't find any identification documents on these guys...
Amidst Michael's wild thoughts, the figures on the fishing boat appeared in Michael's line of sight. Asians?
Seeing their figures and skin color, Michael raised an eyebrow.
But immediately after, Michael's brow furrowed.
Because among these Asians, apart from the laborers carrying boxes, the rest were all dressed in samurai-style martial arts uniforms.
Even the few who wore suits and leather shoes didn't carry firearms, but rather what looked like katana-style swords?
Island nation?
Could it be?
After some thought, the only presence of an island nation in Marvel seemed to be The Hand?
...Sure enough, just as Michael thought of it, a Gang leader responsible for the transaction negotiations over there started shouting loudly.
"Haha!"
"So, Mr. Sasaki of The Hand is leading the team again this time!"
"If I had known Mr. Sasaki was coming, I would have definitely brought you your favorite foreign women!"
The Kingpin Gang leader responsible for the liaison seemed unaware of the meaning of 'foreign women' of his own race, shouting loudly while enthusiastically embracing Sasaki, his large, fan-like palms slapping Sasaki's back with loud thuds.
But Sasaki of The Hand seemed not to feel any force, his expression unchanged, still smiling cheerfully.
In fact, Sasaki just lightly patted the Kingpin Gang leader's shoulder, "Haha, it's alright, you can taste them next time I come!"
However, Michael clearly saw that the Kingpin Gang leader's entire body tensed up, and a slight twitch appeared on his face, with beads of sweat instantly forming on his forehead.
But to be a Gang leader, especially a Kingpin Gang leader, this guy still had some endurance.
Forcibly enduring the discomfort from his shoulder, he still said with a cheerful smile: "Good!"
"There will be another chance next time!"
"When Mr. Sasaki comes next time, you must give me an opportunity to entertain a 'friend'!"
After speaking, the leader turned his head and shouted behind him:
"Receive the goods!"
"Come and see how the 'washing powder' is this time!"
"Yes!"
A group of Kingpin Gang members stepped forward, took the boxes, and began to open and inspect them… Michael ignored the 'washing powder,' which he knew what it was at a glance.
Michael's gaze mainly fell on the guy named Sasaki.
Just a light pat on the shoulder could make a big white man sweat profusely; he's quite extraordinary!
I wonder if this guy is the legendary ninja?
Are ninjas really that mysterious?
Michael frowned, pondering.