Chapter Twelve: Demanding an Entire Carrier Strike Group

Strictly speaking, the Treasure Distribution System does not bestow treasures upon everyone it meets. For example, the agents stationed at the entrance have not received any treasures; so far, only the super heroes have been granted them.

“A great calamity looms!” Suddenly, the voice of the Treasure Distribution System echoed in Yang Xin’s mind.

“A great calamity? What do you mean?” Yang Xin quickly asked.

“Thanos.”

“You’re saying the crisis of Thanos is this world’s calamity? But didn’t the Avengers ultimately defeat Thanos?” Yang Xin asked in confusion.

“There were two battles against Thanos. In the first, the Avengers lost, and lost terribly; only in the second, after gathering every Avenger, did they finally defeat Thanos five years later. Now, imagine if Thanos were defeated in the first battle—what a stroke of fortune that would be.”

“I see!” In an instant, Yang Xin understood. He spoke in a low voice, “So, that’s why you bestow treasures upon every superhero you meet—to strengthen them, in hopes that Thanos will be defeated in the first battle, and you can gather massive fortune?”

The Treasure Distribution System fell silent, and Yang Xin felt a sudden enlightenment. As for what consequences might arise if Thanos was eliminated in the initial battle, Yang Xin had a vague premonition that the moment Thanos fell would be the moment he would leave this world.

In that case, why not go all in?

Just as Yang Xin was preparing to throw caution to the wind, Natasha rushed in, tossed him the Four-Dimensional Pocket, and said, “Get on the helicopter, Director Nick is waiting for you.”

Without giving him a chance to protest, Natasha and Hill each grabbed one of Yang Xin’s arms and hustled him aboard the S.H.I.E.L.D. director’s private helicopter, parked on the villa’s lawn.

“What’s going on?” Yang Xin asked the moment he sat down.

“Two monsters created by the military are battling it out at the university not far ahead,” Nick Fury said grimly. He then pointed to Steve Rogers at his side. “This is Captain America.”

Then Nick Fury pointed at Yang Xin. “And this gentleman, the miraculous Mr. Wonder, who possesses a great treasure. You should take a look at his treasure if you get the chance, Cap.”

“Uh... Is this what you think of me? Can’t you be a little more reserved, or at least be clearer in your words? Do you have to tell everyone to check out my great treasure?” Yang Xin said irritably.

“Is ‘Mr. Wonder’ not a good title? According to your Eastern customs, we should call you the Little Deity of Fortune.” Nick Fury rolled his one good eye.

“Let’s stick with Mr. Wonder; when in Rome, do as the Romans do, right? And stop telling everyone about my great treasure, unless you want to leak information to Hydra.”

“With people like these around, do you think Hydra can make any waves?” Nick Fury retorted dismissively.

“Uchiha Fury, you’re getting cocky lately. That’s not like you. Are you sure you’re not a Skrull in disguise?” As he spoke, Yang Xin reached out as if to pinch Nick Fury’s face.

Nick Fury glared, then whipped off his eye patch to reveal his crimson Sharingan. The three tomoe spun rapidly like a windmill.

“Why hasn’t the genjutsu affected you?” Nick Fury’s face darkened.

This was a test. Lately, Nick Fury had been all-powerful—leveraging the might of the Sharingan and the wonders of Melinda’s time ship, he’d investigated nearly every S.H.I.E.L.D. member, and even wiped out Crossbones’ Hydra special ops team in one fell swoop.

But he hadn’t arrested or executed them; instead, he used the genjutsu to brainwash them, making Hydra’s agents believe they were undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives.

The only ones he hadn’t touched were his superior, Alexander Pierce, and the bald Agent Sitwell—not because he was afraid of tipping them off, but because he wanted to cast a wide net and catch all of Hydra in America.

Yet now, his invincible genjutsu was ineffective against Yang Xin. Though Fury had anticipated this, he was still taken aback.

“What can I say? I’m Mr. Wonder,” Yang Xin replied, griping internally. Who knew if this universe had the Fantastic Four? If so, their names would overlap.

Glancing around the spacious director’s helicopter, Yang Xin saw Melinda piloting, Coulson in the co-pilot seat, and the massive S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicle from Dino Task Force parked in the cabin as if the space were endless.

There was also Captain America, Black Widow Natasha, and Hill—a gathering of talent.

“Though it sounds a bit formal, I want to thank you. If not for you, I might have slept for who knows how much longer,” Captain America said, standing and extending his hand.

“Woken up only to be drafted by this one-eyed egg—are you adjusting alright?” Yang Xin shook his hand.

“The era has changed, but in essence, it’s not so different from World War II. I just... I just missed a dance,” Captain America replied with a touch of regret.

“If you want to attend that dance, maybe I can help,” Yang Xin said. Having decided to go all out, he felt no pressure at all. Sending Frank the Punisher home or sending Captain America as well made no difference; even if he couldn’t send them, he could at least give them the necessary information.

As for how they’d convince Iron Man and Ant-Man, that would be their business. By then, Yang Xin would have long since left this world.

“Are you serious? Not just taking a time ship back?” Captain America asked in surprise.

“Of course I’m serious. The time just hasn’t come yet. When it does, I promise you’ll get your wish.” Yang Xin patted Captain America reassuringly on the shoulder.

“What are you up to?” Nick Fury shot him a suspicious glare, convinced Yang Xin was up to no good.

“I’m just paying tribute to a great antifascist warrior. Heroes shouldn’t bleed and weep, right, Steve?” Yang Xin grinned.

Captain America managed an awkward smile and fell silent.

“I don’t understand. Why drag me into this? With your lineup—the owner of the time ship, Kessai the Warrior of the Age, the Mangekyo of the Uchiha, the inheritor of cosmic power, the princess of the universe, and Captain America—any one of you could shake the world. Why insist on bringing me?” Yang Xin said, exasperated.

“Whenever you’re here, I feel good things will happen,” Fury replied without a care, shooting a sidelong glance at Captain America, as if urging him to receive his ‘great treasure’ already.

Yang Xin shot Nick Fury a glare, remaining calmly seated. Though the system had slyly generated a treasure for Captain America the moment they met, Yang Xin didn’t hand it over immediately—after all, some secrets shouldn’t be revealed lightly.

But under Fury’s persistent stare, Yang Xin finally spoke coldly, “I want an aircraft carrier battle group.”

The sea and sky were Yang Xin’s weak points, and all the military supplies Nick Fury had given him were for ground use. It was time to shore up his defenses.

“Impossible! Do you know how much a carrier battle group is worth even just as scrap? You’re really asking for the moon!” Fury scoffed.

“Are you giving it or not?” Yang Xin waved the treasure generated by the system in front of Fury.

“Not a chance!” Fury rolled his eye.

“Hmph,” Yang Xin snorted, turning his gaze to the window.

In the distance, he saw two monsters locked in combat on the university campus.

The Hulk versus the Abomination!