"I hope that in the future, I won't become the person I used to be, the one I disliked!"
The towering flames illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime.
No regrets, what's done is done.
Michael knew that his mindset was completely different from his pre-transmigration self!
His former self only knew how to give massages.
And now?
In just two days, he even dared to kill a Zhenren (Immortal)!
He even hardened his heart to detonate the crude oil containers in the dock to avoid exposing some potential traces that he himself didn't even know about.
Although those bombs were originally placed by Michael himself and he had already prepared himself mentally.
But when everything actually happened, Michael still felt a bit dazed.
When did he start to become so… decisive?
He silently glanced at the man with the slightly receding hairline who was struggling to get up. Phil Coulson, who was completely unaffected by the Impact that Michael could completely ignore, was still inevitably injured.
Perhaps, his appearance accelerated the change in my mindset? Michael thought silently.
Phil Coulson himself wasn't the problem; what truly changed Michael's mindset was Hydra S.H.I.E.L.D. behind Phil Coulson!
Michael absolutely did not want to get involved with this troublesome Hydra S.H.I.E.L.D. that was rotten to the core and riddled with problems... Without further thought, Michael looked around.
Michael realized that he and his group were too conspicuous there.
The huge explosion, the powerful Impact, the earthquake-like tremor, the sky-high smoke, and the sky full of Fire.
All of this would attract countless people to investigate.
Michael didn't want to remain exposed, so he naturally didn't want to stay any longer.
He stepped forward, helped Big Daddy and Hit-Girl, who had already gotten up, and then turned and left.
The Impact was indeed powerful, but Big Daddy and Hit-Girl, who exercised regularly, were street heroes who frequently fought Gang members.
Although they were thrown back by the Impact, they were not seriously injured; their heads were just a bit dizzy. Oh, and they had some minor scrapes from falling.
Slinging his gun over his back, Michael quickly helped Big Daddy and Hit-Girl leave.
On the other side, Phil Coulson watched the three leaving, wanting to say something, but then he turned to look at the dock engulfed in raging Fire?
A look of post-disaster relief appeared in his eyes. He opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.
Was he supposed to thank him for sparing his life?
Was he supposed to tell him that it was precisely because of Michael that he hadn't foolishly entered the dock?
Don't be ridiculous; wouldn't that immediately let people know he was being monitored?
And would he still be able to carry out the contact mission assigned by Director My Lord?
Although the first meeting wasn't very smooth, at least he had made himself familiar to them. The next contact would be much smoother, wouldn't it?
'The Invisible Monitor' might be hard to find, but 'Big Daddy' and 'Hit-Girl' were completely exposed to S.H.I.E.L.D.!
Looking at Michael and the other two, who had already moved away, and then at the entire dock engulfed in flames, Phil Coulson knew that some people were going to be furious!
Back in his car, he pulled out his communicator. Phil Coulson prepared to transmit the site information, which the bureau might already know, back to the bureau... Meanwhile, on the other side, far from the dock, Michael helped the somewhat dazed and even scared Big Daddy and Hit-Girl to a deserted church, which was temporarily safe.
A massive explosion had occurred at the dock, and the towering flames could be clearly seen across the Hudson River from the opposite bank, let alone by those around the dock.
The people in the church had already fled completely before Michael helped the two over, having run out early to be spectators!
Michael인이 could fully imagine that by tomorrow, a massive protest would likely emerge... "Alright, you're here. Rest a bit, and you should fully recover!"
"I still have some things to do. You two can go back on your own later!"
Placing the gun he was carrying on his back beside the two, Michael turned and left.
Even though Michael had helped the two all the way, they were not seriously injured, and they had almost fully recovered on the way.
At least, returning safely and on their own to their safe house was absolutely no problem.
Watching Michael leave so abruptly, both Big Daddy and Hit-Girl were momentarily stunned.
So decisive?
"Hey!"
"No matter what!"
"Thank you for saving us!"
"If you ever need anything, please come to us! We will definitely help!"
Seeing Michael about to walk out the door, Big Daddy quickly shouted.
Finally, seeing Michael at the doorway wave his hand before completely disappearing behind the door, Big Daddy and Hit-Girl breathed a sigh of relief.
If someone saved them and they didn't even say thank you, that would truly be uncomfortable.
And the two, who had witnessed a massive explosion and experienced the powerful Impact firsthand, completely forgot that You-Know-Who had promised to clear up their confusion?
...Did Michael leave because he remembered they would become curious babies?
That was certainly not the case!
In fact, Michael, who had merely given a perfunctory agreement, had long forgotten about it himself.
The reason Michael suddenly left was because, upon seeing the towering flames, he suddenly thought of the 'bodies' consumed by the raging Fire.
Nearly three hundred bodies! How immense was their recycling value?!
That was hundreds of points of energy!
To be burned to ashes just like that!
Ah!
It pains my heart!
...Wait!
Suddenly, Michael seemed to have thought of something.
Fire?
Energy?
Holy crap! With the power of the mutated gem, there's no reason why the 'corpse' could be recycled, but not the burning flames, right?
How immense was the energy in that towering blaze, which even scorched and twisted space itself?
What about the crude oil that Michael had desperately avoided?
Shouldn't that also have contained a massive amount of energy?
If 'dead bodies' can be recycled, then the crude oil that caused such a huge fire couldn't possibly have no recycling value, could it?!
Michael slapped himself hard!
Slap!
It really hurt!
I, Michael, must go back and recycle the energy!