In a dark and damp alley in Hell's Kitchen, New York City.
A tall, well-built Chinese young man had a black crow perched on his shoulder.
The Chinese young man was talking to a simple-dressed Slavic woman with platinum blonde hair and a devilish figure.
"Miss, I need to make it clear to you that I saved you, but that was just a coincidence."
"You just need to say thank you to me, and then our business is over," the Chinese young man said sternly, his face serious.
The young man completely ignored the fact that the woman in front of him was a great beauty; it seemed this Russian beauty held no attraction for him whatsoever.
"But I don't know where I should go? I know nothing about my past, and the only memory I have is you pulling me out of the sea," Anna said, clutching the collar of her shirt with both hands, her expression panicked.
Her pitiful expression made one instinctively want to protect her.
Unfortunately, the Chinese young man remained completely unmoved. Faced with the beauty's plea, his mouth twitched, and his eyes involuntarily drifted towards the trash cans at the edge of the alley, where several thugs lay, their limbs clearly twisted and deeply unconscious.
He let out a long sigh. The other party's brazen appearance and unconvincing acting seemed to indicate they had him figured out.
The Chinese young man could only spread his hands helplessly and say, "Miss Natasha Romanoff, let's be frank! What exactly do you or your people want?"
The young man knew the identity of the beautiful woman in front of him: a super agent trained by the former Soviet Red Room, now a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, estimated to be over 80 years old.
Natasha, whose identity had been exposed, showed no panic.
She adjusted her expression slightly, ran her right hand through her specially dyed platinum blonde hair, and lifted her chin slightly, transforming into the alluring S.H.I.E.L.D. super agent.
"Mr. Alvin Ye, can we first discuss how you knew who I was? You are now someone we are interested in."
Alvin was actually also wondering how he had ended up on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar.
Since transmigrating three years ago, he hadn't seemed to do anything worthy of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention.
In his previous life, Alvin was named Ye Qing, an ordinary middle-aged Chinese man with a wife and son, a "mature man."
His transmigration process was rather amusing. While moving, he found a laptop he used in high school under his bed.
On a whim, he tried it, and it actually still turned on. Stealing some time from his busy schedule, he used this computer to play the classic game "Diablo 2."
As a man who always needed cheats when playing games, he naturally downloaded a so-called character and item editor. He excitedly created a Druid character with all four attributes at 20 and all summoning skills maxed out. He planned to just clear maps with his summoned creatures and indulge in some nostalgia.
Of course, his modified and enhanced backpack and stash were filled with runes, ready for him to craft runewords. Oh, and the essential "Horadric Cube."
As a result, he didn't know if the computer was too old or if the editor was incredibly powerful, but the laptop exploded right as he opened the game and launched that character.
Ye Qing, with the legacy he created, transmigrated into the body of the young Alvin Ye in this Marvel world during the explosion.
When he learned he had transmigrated into the Marvel world, he decided he had to keep a low profile here.
If he couldn't find a way back, then he would live out this life peacefully here.
Although he had gained 10 summoning abilities from the Druid class in the game Diablo 2, he had never displayed them in front of others. Why would S.H.I.E.L.D. come looking for him?
This made him very curious; he was just a restaurant owner living in Hell's Kitchen.
However, judging by Natasha's tone just now, their initial target didn't seem to be him. This made Alvin slightly relieved; it was better not to deal with a massive and violent organization like S.H.I.E.L.D.
After thinking for a moment, Alvin said, "The day I pulled you out of the sea, someone was calling your name in your headphones."
"So I just took you to the hospital."
"Listen, Miss Romanoff, I don't want trouble, and things related to agents usually mean a lot of trouble." Having said that, Alvin waved his hand, wanting to end this not-so-pleasant conversation.
Natasha listened, then tapped her ear with her left hand, seemingly listening to someone. About 20 seconds later, Natasha nodded at Alvin and said with a smile, "I suppose I should thank you for pulling me out of the sea. So, thank you!"
"You're welcome. So, can I go now? I still have to look after my restaurant." Alvin didn't try to cleverly deceive the other party through acting; she was an expert in that field.
He simply expressed his clear refusal to continue interacting with her.
Natasha looked at Alvin, habitually bit her lip, and said with a smile, "You are not the target of my mission this time. It's just that the location of your restaurant is very convenient for me to approach my target."
"I imagine you wouldn't mind having another beautiful waitress in your restaurant, would you?" With that, Natasha placed her hand on Alvin's shoulder and pressed herself close to him.
But before she could make any further moves, Alvin shivered all over, then stepped back, holding up one hand to firmly stop Natasha from getting closer.
Knowing that the other party was an old woman over 80 years old and having physical intimacy with her was something Alvin, as a Virgo, absolutely could not accept.
Alvin said coldly, "Miss Romanoff, please show some respect!
I don't care what you or your people want to do, please stay away from my restaurant!
Even for the sake of me helping you, I really don't want to get into trouble.
Hell's Kitchen is already troublesome enough..." As he spoke, Alvin pointed to the several unlucky thugs. This agent didn't seem to be taking her mission seriously; it was more like she was going through the motions!
Natasha's expression became a little strange. Few people could refuse her requests, which made her even more curious about this restaurant owner.
Straightening her collar, Natasha revealed the cold side of an agent, saying coldly, "Alvin Ye, a Chinese orphan. His parents died in a street shootout when he was 8 years old. He was then adopted by an orphanage, and at 18, he returned to Hell's Kitchen, inheriting the restaurant property left by his parents."
With a sneer, Natasha looked at Alvin and continued, "Within a month after that, the participants of that street shootout all died mysteriously one after another."
"Mr. Ye, how do you think they died?"
Alvin shrugged, saying indifferently, "Who knows?
If Miss Romanoff knows, please be sure to tell me. I'll write him a thank-you letter.
Or if you want to call the police, I can lend you my phone to dial 911."
Natasha looked at Alvin mockingly and said, "The police may not care about the lives of these scumbags, but the local gangs will definitely be interested in knowing why two famous gangs mysteriously disappeared back then."
Natasha's threat made Alvin feel inexplicably angry. She seemed to have never considered her own safety, even though he had pulled her out of the sea a few days ago.
Perhaps in her mind, completing the mission was the top priority, or perhaps this was merely a retaliation for his lack of cooperation.
Sensing Alvin's inner anger, the crow that had been perched on his shoulder let out two "caw-caw" cries, flapped its wings, and circled in the alley above.
Alvin stared directly into Natasha's eyes, his voice icy, "Is this how you treat your savior?
As an agent, you're threatening a law-abiding citizen?
Who gave you that right?
Now, I just want you and your people to get out of my territory.
This is Hell's Kitchen. I hate trouble, but I'm never afraid of it!"