In the evening, the entire training room was brightly lit.
Alan Folker stood in the center, explaining the secrets of drawing a sword. After finishing everything, he put away his wooden sword.
"Alright, everyone, that's all for today's lesson."
After he spoke, he turned and left the training room.
As usual, after training, Alan Folker would shower and wash up, put on clean clothes, and then elegantly leave the Kendo Club.
He always looked very refined, completely unlike the other coaches here, who had burly physiques and thick muscles. Compared to Alan Folker, he seemed a bit thin.
Alan Folker, dressed and ready, walked to the counter and briefed the front desk lady about today's training session. His gaze swept into the room, and he looked curious; he hadn't encountered Daisy.
This was quite strange. Had Coulson already given up on monitoring him?
He didn't think much of it. Just as he was leaving the Kendo Club, the sound of fighting in the distance broke the street's tranquility.
"Natasha?"
Alan Folker looked at the graceful figure in the distance who had turned around. Behind her were muscular, heavily tattooed Black men, attacking Natasha with punches and kicks.
Natasha's flexible body and movements constantly defended and counterattacked, easily knocking down one Black man after another.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, hitting Natasha in the shoulder.
Seeing this, Alan Folker took a swift stride and appeared directly in front of the Black man who had fired the gun. He snatched the pistol, then quickly disassembled it, and delivered a punch to the Black man's abdomen.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang and a roar, the Black man fell directly to the ground.
Natasha glanced at Alan Folker, who picked up a branch from the ground and performed sword arts. The branch in his hand was like a sharp sword, unleashing powerful force.
In a blink of an eye, dozens of Black men were all on the ground.
Alan Folker threw away the branch in his hand, walked to Natasha's side, helped her up, and quickly walked away.
Inside the dark secret room.
Kingpin revealed a meaningful smile. He looked at the woman in front of him and said meaningfully, "Twelve Great Leaders, your Karola Clan is truly astonishing. The power latent within you is so immense."
The woman, dressed in a red gown, sat on the sofa, looking at Kingpin with a cold expression. She replied, "Kingpin, since you are the partner we seek, I believe you will absolutely not disappoint us."
"This time, we suffered countless casualties, which shook our plan. Without us, I don't think you would be able to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D."
"S.H.I.E.L.D., hehe, they're just a bunch of clowns. But your methods are very special, and they also meet human needs, which isn't difficult," Kingpin sneered and said confidently.
"You are a businessman, and your reward will naturally be the removal of some obstacles you perceive. Before that, you must help me deal with this human." Diana threw a document onto the table, her gaze cold as she looked at Kingpin.
Kingpin glanced at his subordinate, who picked up the document from the table. He opened it and saw an ordinary person's file, with very common information, clearly someone who could be instantly killed by anyone sent.
"Alan Folker?"
Kingpin looked puzzled. He walked over from his chair and asked, "With such ordinary information, you absolutely have the ability. If you want to integrate him, you can, and if you want to kill him, it's a simple matter."
Diana remembered the scene of her clansmen being annihilated at the time and frowned, "Because he is an ordinary person, you can deal with him better."
"Simple. But may I understand your abilities? After all, the Karola Clan's power seems very weak," Kingpin sneered, sat next to the woman, and touched her fair thigh with his plump hand, revealing a triumphant smile as he spoke.
Diana's gaze turned cold. In an instant, with a thought, the middle-aged man who had just held the document instantly turned into fragments before her eyes.
Kingpin's outstretched hand immediately stopped. Then he clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Haha, you really didn't disappoint me, Twelve Great Leaders. I look forward to cooperating with you."
Just with a thought, she directly killed his subordinate. This terrifying power was indeed not on the same level as the weaklings he had seen before.
Kingpin knew that these Twelve Great Leaders were definitely not simple, and furthermore, the one in front of him was not even one of the Twelve Great Leaders. But this strength was very satisfying. This way, dealing with superheroes would become simpler.
"The power of the Twelve Great Leaders is extremely strong, even surpassing what you perceive as gods. So by cooperating with us, you will absolutely not suffer any loss," Diana said indifferently, without any emotion.
After all, the Twelve Great Leaders had not truly interacted with humans but had understood the human habits of this Planet through informational cognition, so they knew nothing of emotions and feelings.
Kingpin left the sofa and walked to the table, picking up the document. After thinking for a few seconds, he replied, "Okay, I will give you a satisfactory answer tomorrow night."
"Hmm!" Diana responded coldly, then stood up and vanished in a ball of energy before Kingpin.
However, the moment Diana disappeared, Kingpin's face turned furious, and he slammed his fist on the table.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, Kingpin's enraged expression shattered the table with one punch, sending it crashing to the ground in pieces.
"A bunch of trash creatures!"
Kingpin was extremely displeased. If it weren't for the Karola Clan's strong ability to constantly evolve, he would have probably annihilated them by now.
But Kingpin, in order to fight S.H.I.E.L.D., wanted to find some power users to contain and fight against superheroes.
Fury was worried that Kingpin's influence was too vast, posing a threat to society.
And Kingpin naturally resented anyone who tried to control him, especially enemies who wanted to destroy his empire; they should not exist in this World.
In the rich district, lights illuminated the center of a large building.
Alan Folker helped Natasha back to her residence, a luxurious scene, a vast room, truly a rich person's abode.
Natasha, her pale face enduring intense pain, took out a medical kit from a cabinet on the side. She collapsed onto the sofa, opened the box with one hand, and took out a knife.
She looked at Alan Folker, who was standing still, and said weakly, "I need to get the bullet out. I can't do it alone."
Seeing this, Alan Folker quickly walked over, picked up the knife, and lit a flame, starting to burn the blade.
Natasha removed her outer clothing, revealing her underwear underneath, subtly outlining her figure, delicate and alluring against her fair skin.
Alan Folker looked at Natasha, his expression momentarily stunned. He quickly picked up the knife, inserted it into the wound, and swiftly removed the bullet.
"Done!" Alan Folker took some antiseptic to clean the wound, bandaged Natasha, and said with a sigh of relief.
If he hadn't learned self-rescue nursing knowledge in his previous life, he really wouldn't have known what to do this time.
Natasha weakly glanced at Alan Folker and whispered, "Thank you!"