With no work to do, at least for the time being, it seemed like there wouldn't be any jobs around Hell's Kitchen.
A few minutes ago, two Black guys—who may or may not have been thugs—came strolling from the other side of the street, gesturing and laughing. But as they got closer and saw Leon crouching under the streetlight, their attitude changed instantly. Before Leon could react, they shouted, "It's it! It's it! It's really it!" and ran off.
Leon even turned around, thinking the barefoot Nezha was behind him, but when he looked back again, the guys were gone!
Feeling frustrated, Leon muttered angrily to himself. Hesitating really does cost you! After wandering the streets for a while longer, hoping to catch someone, he had to accept defeat.
His plan for action had failed.
With no other choice, Leon decided to head home for the day and check out some farther neighborhoods tomorrow. How could Hell's Kitchen be so devoid of bad guys? Was this even real?
He had arrived full of confidence, even roughing up a little mouse earlier. Little did Leon know, that mouse would be his only action of the day! How was he supposed to tolerate that? The black cat darted home with determination, planning to beat up the mouse once more before going to bed.
When he got back, Leon was dumbfounded.
The mouse...
Had escaped!!!
Now there was no way he'd be able to sleep.
If he just went back to bed feeling defeated like this, how would anyone respect him from now on?!
...
In the end, it was just helpless anger.
He looked up and saw his window. Was he really going back in just like that? To be fair, he had slept for a long, long time already. Insomnia doesn't care what time it is—if you can't sleep, you can't sleep!
This wasn't like the other world he came from, where you could just scroll on your phone if you couldn't sleep.
Insomnia and cell phones really are a perfect pair—who knows which one caused the other to flourish! But over here, there was no Wi-Fi, and even the hardware didn't exist. Smartphones? What's that?
Looking up at his window, Leon's cat eyes filled with confusion. "How great would it be if this were a city novel..."
Stupid author, where's my big company? Where's my moment of fame? Where's my celebrity girlfriend?
Ahem! Ahem... Hmm~!
The girlfriend part wasn't important; he just wanted to make a name for himself!
After pacing back and forth a few times, Leon couldn't bring himself to go upstairs and sleep. Even if he couldn't sleep, once he was in bed, he wouldn't easily get up again.
This was a serious psychological condition, and in recent years, it had even started spreading from person to person. Academics had officially named it: *Just Admit You're Lazy!*
Why do you lie down all the time?
Because it's comfortable.
Leave your comfort zone!
Why would I leave when it's so comfortable?
Laziness and procrastination are bad habits!
Why are bad habits so comfortable then?
That comfort is only temporary!
Well, what if I lie down forever?
That summed up Leon's past life perfectly.
Procrastination felt great for a moment, and keeping it up felt even better!
In this life, if Leon hadn't been so scared of dying, he wouldn't have been so diligent, running around giving people free brain surgeries.
The purple potato monster—Thanos—was truly ruthless!
...
On his third round of pacing, Leon suddenly remembered something.
Come to think of it, didn't he promise someone he'd leave his contact information? And then he completely forgot! Serves him right!
If he had left his number, he wouldn't have had to fly all the way back from that far-off place, leveling up his *Flight Technique* in the process!
With nothing better to do today and unable to sleep, Leon decided to go find Coulson and hang out.
Plus, he had a gift for him!
...
Hannibal's Dining Workshop.
This was Leon's second time here, and he still found the sign kind of cringe-worthy.
He wasn't sure if this world had heard of Hannibal Lecter. If not, SHIELD's choice of name was just a little creepy. If they had...
That made it even creepier!
The black cat Leon squatted at the door and tapped it with his paw. He trusted that someone would always be waiting in this place for a cat—or a masked man—to knock on the door, no matter the time.
However, to be safe, Leon sent a clone to do the knocking instead.
His *Clone Technique* had leveled up too. Leon could now summon eight clones at once. Each clone's vitality remained the same as before, meaning they all shared his life force equally. But if you could add their health together, their combined vitality would surpass his by double!
No wonder it's a protagonist's exclusive skill!
...
Before long, the seemingly ordinary door opened. From the sound alone, you could tell this wasn't the type of door you could buy at the store.
After his clone went inside, Leon felt a bit uneasy.
The problem was, he didn't know what his clone was saying or doing in there. If he wanted to find out, he'd have to actively dismiss it.
Great.
After all this, he'd still have to go in himself.
Out of caution, Leon waited outside for two minutes. Since his clone was still safe, Leon transformed into a black bee, found a gap, and flew inside.
In the narrow ventilation shaft, Leon's black bee form finally had its moment to shine. With its small size, most of the world's defense systems were a walk in the park for him.
Thanks to the faint link between himself and his clone, Leon quickly found the room where his clone was. Peering down through the vent...
The black cat clone was sitting on the shoulder of a SHIELD agent, and the two of them were watching a soccer game together!
Leon: ........
Not bad... Very...
Very...
Charming! Yes, charming!
The most important thing for a superhero is charm! Clearly, Leon had this special power!
Not bothering with the two fools below, Leon looked around. Coulson was clearly not there. Apart from his clone, there were only two other SHIELD agents in the room.
They've probably already contacted Coulson. Leon had a good sense for these things.
So, he waited.
He didn't bother turning back into his original form—mainly because the ventilation shaft couldn't fit a full-grown man.
Leon waited patiently in silence.
Sure enough, about half an hour later, a tired-looking Coulson walked in.
...
As soon as he entered, Coulson—who had been woken up in the middle of the night—grumbled at the cat, "Dr. Lister, are we really not going to exchange contact information?"
Rubbing his thinning hair, Coulson wondered how many more wake-up calls it would take before he'd have to say goodbye to barbershops forever.
The black cat jumped down from the shoulder, stood up on two legs, and smiled. "I'm really sorry for disturbing your rest, but I have a gift for you!"
With that, the entire cat puffed into a cloud of white smoke and vanished.
At the same time, Coulson heard a voice behind him: "Mr. Coulson, I'm over here."
Turning around, this time it wasn't a cat. It was the familiar black trench coat and the familiar moving mask.
Leon held a white, curly wig in one hand and a red bandana in the other, shoving them both into Coulson's hands.
"This is a token of my appreciation. Please don't refuse."
Instinctively, Coulson looked down at the items in his hands.
Wait...
Was this...
A grandma wig and a napkin??
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