Matt had been staying quiet for the past two weeks, not acting as a vigilante. Firstly, his injuries were severe and required rest, and secondly, the commotion at the warehouse docks had been too significant. But Matt was someone who couldn't stay idle. Since he couldn't fight at night, he devoted himself entirely to his work as a lawyer during the day.
After his injuries improved, Matt began to scout around, gathering information about the gangs. But today, Matt wasn't out collecting intel; he was specifically meeting with his master.
On a dim rooftop, Matt waited alone, appearing vulnerable, but his senses were fully focused on his hearing. He guessed his master would catch him off guard to test his abilities. That was the kind of old man Stick was in Matt's mind.
"Matt, you don't need to be on guard. I'm not going to fight you today." Stick slowly walked up the stairs to the rooftop.
"Master, why aren't you following the script?"
Stick sneered at Matt. "You can't take many hits with all your injuries. I'd feel bad if I made your injuries worse. By the way, tell me about the strange ninjas you encountered here."
Stick spoke as he walked, pulling Matt to sit on the stone steps.
"That ninja was incredibly skilled, and his ability to conceal his presence was also impressive. The strangest thing was that after he was killed, he dissolved into smoke," Matt truthfully described to Stick what happened that day, including the information about Zi-O.
Stick puffed on his pipe, exhaling a smoke ring, and said calmly to Matt, "I don't know anything about this armored person called Zi-O, but I do know about those ninjas. Matt, you should remember when I trained you, I told you about our Chaste's mortal enemy, right? It's them, those damned Hand ninjas."
Matt, who had lost his sight, not only had exceptional hearing but also very developed other senses. He coughed, waving away the surrounding smoke. "It's them?"
"Yes, Matt. Are you ready? Knowing about them means you'll be taking over the responsibility of fighting them from me."
"No! You know me; I won't let them run wild, but I'm not taking over your burden."
Stick knocked his pipe against Matt's head. "You can't even beat a low-level ninja soldier, and you still don't want it when I offer it to you."
After knocking a few times, Stick continued, "The Hand is like its name, having five fingers. The five leaders are all traitors from K'un-Lun. They steal Dragon Bone to prolong their lives and attempt to achieve immortality. Our Chaste elders have left behind their experiences in fighting them. When fighting low-level Hand ninjas, you don't need to worry about them resurrecting because the Dragon Bone won't be wasted on them. But once you defeat the mid-to-high-level members of the Hand, you must destroy their bodies to prevent resurrection. Do you understand?"
As his teacher, Stick, Matt could only let the pipe land on his head, feeling the pain with each tap. After all, Stick's stick was much more painful than the pipe.
"What are you going to do about those watching you?" Stick asked, mid-beating.
"Don't worry about them, I heard everything they said on the phone. They're government agents, trying to get information about Zi-O from me, but I don't know anything about him," Matt said. Although he didn't trust the U.S. government, he didn't want to make an enemy of them either, and quickly turned down the offer that was about to leave Stick's mouth.
"Alright then, we'll start the next phase of training when you're healed."
Late at night, Matt stopped at the door of his apartment. His extraordinary senses had detected the presence of someone inside.
Steady and powerful breathing and heartbeat, a small body concealing strength not inferior to his own. Before Matt could even think, the woman inside spoke, "Don't worry, your friend is just asleep, we won't disturb him."
Half explanation, half threat, forced Matt to open the door and walk in.
"Make yourself at home," the woman said lazily, lounging on the sofa.
"This was my home to begin with. Who are you, exactly?" Perhaps Matt was influenced by the woman's relaxed demeanor, because his guard dropped considerably.
"I'm Agent Rosa from the FBI, though you can't see my credentials." The woman put the partially-displayed badge away.
"I thought you were with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division." Matt couldn't help but sneer, as anyone would be unhappy to see a friend taken down and then have the person responsible lie to their face.
As if sensing the other person's surprise, Matt explained, "Even though I can't see, my hearing is very good."
"No! I'm just surprised you remembered that name. Even I can't remember it."
The woman extended her hand and said, "Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Natasha, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."
After a moment's hesitation, Matt reached out and shook Natasha's hand, then asked, "So, Agent Natasha, what brings you to my home in the middle of the night?"
"Mr. Matt, I want to know where you went and who you met during those three hours you disappeared. Don't try to make excuses. You said your hearing is good, so you should have heard our surveillance team's conversations and understand why we're doing this." Natasha's demeanor suddenly turned forceful, pressing down on Matt.
Matt's hollow, clouded eyes stared directly at Natasha. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "I was going to see my master. He has nothing to do with Zi-O, I can guarantee that."
Natasha didn't doubt him and directly asked, "So, what information can you provide us about Zi-O?"
"That day at the harbor, I was going to help those trafficked girls, but I was unexpectedly discovered by a ninja and then surrounded. That Zi-O rode in on a motorcycle, stopping directly in front of the gang. Their firearms were completely useless against him, but being shot in the torso or head by his gun was almost certainly fatal. He shot and killed both the ninja and the gang members. He called himself the most wicked demon king, about one meter eighty tall, and used a voice changer, so his age couldn't be determined. Before leaving, he said we would meet again. That's all I know." Matt didn't hold back, telling Natasha everything he knew.
"So, Zi-O will specifically come looking for you?" Natasha raised an eyebrow, asking.
"It seems so."
"I want to speak with him personally," Nick Fury's voice came from Natasha's earpiece, and both of them could hear it.
Before Natasha could speak, Matt raised his hand, signaling her to continue. Natasha didn't waste any more words and activated the external communication.
"Mr. Matt, I am the Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, Nick Fury. Zi-O is casually using weapons with extreme danger, and he doesn't seem to care. His actions have seriously affected social security. I hope you can help with our investigation. I hope you can notify us when Zi-O appears again."
Matt considered for a moment and replied, "I can."
The two engaged in a 30-minute PY transaction.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Matt. Before you leave, I'd like to ask you a personal question. Why did you agree to help us so easily?"
Matt pondered before answering Nick, "That person is dangerous. I can hear his excitement and pleasure when he kills. He must be stopped. That's my answer. I also want to ask you a personal question, Director Fury: Why does your organization turn a blind eye to the social ills that exist?"
"Because we're not the police."
On the way back to S.H.I.E.L.D. in the car.
"Natasha, how credible do you find Matt's words?"
"99%"
"Reason."
"A laughable, yet respectable idealist."
"And Zi-O?"
"A guy who does whatever he wants."
In a cave in Afghanistan, Tony and Yinsen stood with their hands clasped behind their heads. The real leader of the base, a bald man with a strange ring, stood next to Tony, stroking the reactor on Tony's chest while saying to him in English, "Relax! The bow and arrow were once the pinnacle of weapon technology. Genghis Khan conquered from the Pacific to Ukraine with bows and arrows. Nowadays, anyone with Stark's latest weapons can dominate. Soon, it will be my turn to rule."
After making his arrogant declaration of dominance, the bald man turned and pinned Yinsen to the table. "Do you take me for a fool?" He picked up a red-hot iron with tongs. "I let you live, and this is how you repay me?" The tongs moved closer to Yinsen.
Yinsen struggled, saying, "The weapons are complex, we've been working hard." The bald man was unmoved, "Tell me! What are you really doing?"
Watching the tongs getting closer, Yinsen's voice no longer trembled, but was filled with determination, "He's building the Jericho missile. He's building the Jericho missile."
Tony watched the bald man's veins bulge, about to erupt, and cleverly said, "I need him, a good assistant."
The bald leader and Tony stared at each other for a moment before the leader released the tongs. After all, there were only two technical experts in the entire base.
"My missile must be assembled by tomorrow." The bald man finished his threat and left with his underlings.
The patrolling terrorists were wary of any possible dangers, but they were completely unaware of the invisible robot hovering above them.
Zed's current mood was like getting ninety-eight blue skies and white clouds in a hundred ten-pulls, and finally getting a good pull on the ninety-ninth. The ups and downs of life were really exciting.
Even though he had prepared himself for the possibility of not finding Tony, if he really put his energy into this and got nothing in return, he would most likely die on the spot.
After the Time God Machine's scanner drew a three-dimensional topographic map of the terrorist base and deployed a small surveillance robot, Zed left. Tony still needed a night to assemble the Mark Prototype, and he also needed a night to prepare, including an excuse for taking leave tomorrow and the first aid equipment for Yinsen.
After all, it's better to be prepared.
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