Marvel's whitewashing cop, you want me to save the world?

Chapter 88 Superhuman Monsters and Aliens

After a day of targeted testing and basic training, Li En returned to his apartment late at night.

Based on various experimental data and practical feedback, the Dragon Blood Potion only shows a +5 increase to Constitution on the character panel.

But the actual effect is a comprehensive enhancement of the body's overall functions.

Muscle density, bone strength, cardiorespiratory endurance, and visual and auditory sensitivity have all improved significantly.

The only weakness is the reflex nerves.

The improvement in this area is significantly lower than that of other indicators, only about 1.3 times, which is almost 3 points less than his maximum explosive power.

He mentally reordered his current skill set.

Since this world already has methods to strengthen the body.

In that case, you should aim for a perfect clear in the dungeon and try to get as many titles as possible.

The title provides a rule-based bonus, which is extremely powerful.

In reality, they utilize available resources, such as the intelligence network of mainland hotels, Umbrella's R&D team, and Hell's Kitchen's underground funding chain, to enhance their physical strength and equipment quality.

Advancing on two fronts simultaneously is the most solid way to enhance overall strength.

The wooden stairs creaked familiarly underfoot.

He had just stepped onto the third-floor corridor when a very faint click came from the end of the corridor.

The crisp sound that is produced when metal parts collide with each other.

But in this old apartment building, any sound that doesn't belong to the stairwell's wind and pipes is amplified several times by the silence.

He looked toward the end of the corridor.

Mrs. Hudson's door was wide open, and the lights were off inside.

One of the fluorescent light tubes in the corridor was broken, and only the other one was still working with difficulty, its dim yellow light only extending less than half a meter inward from the doorway.

In the past, this was all he could see.

But now, with the faint moonlight filtering in through the window and the diffused reflection of the streetlights, he could see everything inside the door clearly.

The sofa in the center of the living room, the half-open copy of The New Yorker magazine on the coffee table, and the silhouette of a person sitting on the sofa.

Mrs. Hudson did not sleep.

She was wearing her usual dark gray loungewear, leaning back against the sofa cushions, her hands resting flat on her thighs, her right hand holding a shotgun.

The gun barrel was pointed directly at the corridor.

Li En pulled his hand out of his pocket and walked towards the end of the corridor.

His pace was slow, each step making a clear sound on the old wooden floor, neither deliberately lightening nor deliberately increasing the volume.

"Mrs. Hudson, what's wrong?"

He walked to the door, reached into the wall inside the room, found the light switch, and pressed it.

The fluorescent light tube on the living room ceiling flickered twice, and the cold white light instantly filled the entire room.

Mrs. Hudson sat on the sofa, her eyelids squinting slightly at the sudden brightness.

But her body did not react in any way, and her breathing rate did not change.

Her face was somewhat somber, with deep shadows beneath her brow bone, and the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth pulled down even lower than usual. She did not answer Li En's question.

Li En did not press the matter further.

He walked straight to the kitchen counter, picked up the old glass coffee pot from the coffee machine, poured in two spoonfuls of coffee powder, and pressed the switch.

The coffee machine began to vibrate and hum, and dark brown liquid dripped from the filter, while steam rose from the spout, carrying a slightly bitter, caramelized aroma.

He waited a moment, poured two cups of coffee, carried them to the sofa, sat down in the seat next to Mrs. Hudson, and handed her one of the cups.

After a long while, Mrs. Hudson finally spoke.

Her voice was very low, with a hoarse, grating quality at the end, completely different from her usual calm and patient tone.

"Someone wants to buy my building and kick me out of here."

Her fingers kept tracing back and forth on the barrel of the shotgun.

Li En understood, picked up her coffee and took a sip.

Mrs. Hudson worked hard for most of her life, experiencing countless life-or-death crises, before finally saving enough money to buy this three-story apartment building in Clinton Gardens.

She lived a semi-retired life here, refusing protection money from anyone and paying land tax to any gang.

In the morning, I greet every tenant leaving for work in the hallway; at night, I lock all the doors and windows and sit on the sofa flipping through magazines.

Now someone wants to buy her house and wants to kick her out.

No wonder she took out the shotgun, turned off the lights, and sat alone in this pitch-black living room, facing the hallway.

Li En placed the coffee cup on the coffee table, and the bottom of the cup made a soft thud when it touched the wooden tabletop.

"Which gang are they from?"

It's late at night, and the fact that Mrs. Hudson is still on high alert at this hour strongly suggests that it's the mafia.

Legitimate companies don't come to discuss acquisitions at night, and the municipal government certainly won't.

"It's called Global United Investment Company, the name sounds pretty respectable."

Mrs. Hudson rested the shotgun stock on her knees, removed her fingers from the barrel, and crossed them on her lap.

"But the guy who met me today, Wesley, is definitely not a decent guy; he smells of blood."

Lee Eun-du's hand, holding the coffee cup, stopped.

He glanced down at the still gently swirling liquid in the glass, then slowly placed it back on the coffee table, making almost no sound as the bottom of the glass touched the surface.

"The person who came to see you today is named Wesley. He works for Global United Investments."

"That's right." Mrs. Hudson turned her head and exchanged a glance with Lee.

Her pupils appeared a pale grayish-blue under the fluorescent light, and the dark gray rim around her iris was sharper than usual.

Li En picked up her coffee and finished the last sip at the bottom of the cup.

As Virginia previously stated, Global Associates is a mid-sized company in New York, primarily engaged in real estate and port trade.

The location of this apartment building isn't great, but it's definitely not remote either. It's on West 48th Street, about a ten-minute walk from the police station, and less than half an hour from the port.

If it is demolished and rebuilt, whether into a commercial office building or a high-rise residential building, it would indeed be a qualified asset that could generate some profit.

The person who represented Global United Investments and negotiated the lease with Virginia and Matt was also named Wesley.

Matt said at the time that the other party didn't tell the truth at all.

Matt texted back earlier saying he was investigating the company.

Now, the other party has set their sights on Mrs. Hudson.

But more than who it was, Lee was concerned about Mrs. Hudson's reaction.

She was most likely a key member of a mainland hotel group when she was young.

He was an assassin, or a mission dispatcher, or both.

Whether it's her mindset, knowledge, or fighting instincts, she's far beyond what an ordinary old lady can be compared to.

A man who had retired alive from a mainland hotel, after only meeting with a real estate company's negotiator, was left alone in a dark room with a shotgun in hand.

This is enough to prove that the threat posed by the other party is not an ordinary one.

It was something she felt couldn't be resolved by talking.

Lee glanced at the untouched cup of coffee in front of Mrs. Hudson.

He picked up his empty cup, walked to the kitchen counter, turned on the tap to rinse it clean, and then placed the cup upside down on the drain rack.

Then he turned around and walked towards the door.

As soon as his right foot stepped out of the door frame, his left hand gently rested on the doorknob, without turning around.

"I will look into this matter, don't worry, Mrs. Hudson."

"I promised to take care of you when you die."

He closed the door, and the sound of his footsteps on the wooden floor gradually faded away.

Mrs. Hudson leaned the back of her head into the sofa cushions, not touching the cup of coffee on the table that had gone cold.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep a moment later.

Li En returned to her room, stood by the window, and dialed Matt's cell phone.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

A rapid, heavy breathing came through the receiver, and the throat still had the hoarse dryness of someone who had just gone through strenuous exercise.

In the background, you can hear the wind blowing from the direction of the Hudson River and the low rumble of cranes operating at the container terminal in the distance.

"Do you need any help?" Lee En asked directly.

"No need, it's over." Matt took a few more heavy breaths, his breathing rate not yet back to normal.

After a moment, he took the initiative to explain.

"I was checking a container at the port just now, and there was no sound coming from inside the box. The overall weight was very strange."

"When the crane lowered it off the ship, the steel cable was taut and heavier than the nominal weight."

"As I approached, several ninjas suddenly jumped out from all around and attacked me."

When Lee En heard the word "ninja," he moved his back slightly away from the windowsill.

"Can these ninjas breathe fireballs? Do they know the Shadow Clone Technique?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Matt was probably trying to figure out if Lee was joking or not.

He then chose to ignore the question and continued, "Night-clothes, weapons mainly consisting of kunai, throwing stars, and short swords."

"They can hold their breath for long periods, slow their heartbeats, and move almost silently—"

"So, you were ambushed," Li En interrupted Matt.

Matt's superhuman senses are the core of his fighting prowess.

Hearing can pinpoint the target's location, smell can discern the enemy's emotional state, and the skin's perception of airflow can outline the trajectory of the opponent's attack.

But if the enemy can hold their breath, slow their heartbeat, and make their footsteps disappear completely.

Matt's information advantage in battle will be significantly reduced.

He doesn't have superhuman strength or speed; his physical attributes are similar to those of an average top athlete.

When the tactical information provided by his five senses is blocked, he is almost inevitably injured when facing ninjas, who are specifically trained to counter his sensory system.

"Yes, I got a minor injury, but it's nothing serious, it's already being bandaged."

Matt lowered his voice noticeably before immediately changing the subject.

"But this just confirms one thing: there's definitely something wrong with the contents of that container. With such a high level of protection, it can't be ordinary cargo."

Li En walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked down at the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights.

"You continue investigating Global United Investment Company, I'll go ask the Green Dragon Gang and the One-Handed Gang."

"Don't run around these next few days. Come to school sometime. I've prepared some nice things for you."

"What is it?" Matt's voice carried a hint of curiosity.

"Does Captain America know?" Li En leaned back against the windowsill, the moonlight shining on his shoulders.

"The Dragon Blood serum has been successfully developed, and I've already received an injection. It's not the same level as the Super Soldier Serum."

You can think of it as a weaker version, but without the side effects.

"If you want to continue doing those things in the dark, you must improve your strength."

"A few ninjas injured you. If superhumans, monsters, or aliens suddenly appear, how will you fight them? You'll just have to watch helplessly as Hell's Kitchen is destroyed."

"Li En, you're not kidding, are you? Superhuman? Monster? Alien?"

Matt's voice came through the receiver; he was speaking very quickly.

"Yeah, I'm not kidding." Lee En's tone was exactly the same as when they were discussing ninjas.

Matt remained silent for a long time, realizing that Lee En wasn't joking.

Over the past few months of working with Li En, he has gradually come to a conclusion.

The person spoke calmly, so they were definitely not lying.

Moreover, this guy has almost never lied.

Superhumans, monsters, aliens? It sounds like Hell's Kitchen is going to be quite a spectacle in the future.

"Understood, I'll come see you in a few days." He hung up the phone.

Li En took the phone away from her ear and swiped her thumb across the screen.

Then he put his phone on the windowsill and looked down out the window.

The streets were quiet.

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