Gotham City, New Jersey, United States

At night, Gotham was a city of luxury and sin. At a certain restaurant in the city center, the people were full of praise for the chef's cooking.

"Who is the head chef here?

This foie gras is amazing, it's delicious! "A man whose lips were covered in grease asked the waiter.

The waiter smiled at him politely. "Our boss personally cooked today, but he has already left the kitchen. If you'd like, you can come back on Monday night next week. He personally cooks dinner for his customers every Monday."

The man looked regretfully at the dozens of empty plates in front of him and licked his lips. He couldn't wait to lick the plates clean. "I'll come every Monday night from now on."

"Thank you."

The waiter nodded and left. After a while, he hurried to stand before the man. "Good evening, our boss said that you're the 100th customer today, and he wishes to cook dinner for you alone. Do you have time now?"

The man's disappointed eyes lit up immediately. "Of course, I have time!"

"Alright, please follow me." The waiter respectfully led the way in front of him.

Walking down the long corridor, they came to a private room. A man in a suit smiled politely. "Good evening, I'm the boss here. Thank you for coming."

"You're welcome." The man looked greedily at the food on the table. "It's my honor."

Looking at the man's ugly face, a flash of disgust crossed the boss's eyes, but he quickly hid it. He pulled out a chair and made a 'please' gesture with a smile.

Looking at the table full of food, the man swallowed and sat down without hesitation.

Click! A pair of handcuffs shackled him to the arm of the chair.

The man was shocked and quickly tried to struggle, but his wrists were locked tightly. He lifted his head in shock and saw the boss laugh coldly at him. "You'll have to pay for your gluttony."

The boss stood up and slowly put on a pair of disinfectant gloves. He cut open the foie gras and took out a dead rat. He forced the man's mouth open and shoved it in …

Dawn.

New York, United States

The faint smell of disinfectant and flowers floated to the tip of her nose. Xiu Yu felt a little headache, so she put her fingers on her temples. Seeing her movements, someone immediately pressed the call bell beside the bed in surprise. "Dorothy, you're awake."

"Candice."

Xiu Yu rubbed her temples and slowly sat up on the bed. "How long have I been sleeping?"

Candice Green was Xiu Yu's manager and also her best friend.

"You!" Candice poked Xiu Yu in annoyance, causing her head to tilt.

"Candice …?" Xiu Yu looked at Candice in confusion.

What did she do wrong again?

"Look at you!

Then, he recklessly ran to save someone!

There are so many superheroes in New York. How could it be your turn? "

Candice walked up and down in the ward with her hands on her hips. "Fortunately, no reporters took pictures of you this time. Otherwise, how do you want me to explain it to the media?

Should I tell them that my artist knows the legendary Chinese Kung Fu?

Or should I use the same excuse as last time, 'because Dorothy is dedicated to her job, she never uses a stunt double in filming. She does all the fighting scenes and explosion scenes herself, so she has a good Kung Fu?'

Think about it. She can flip a Chitauri over with a wave of her hand. This can only be explained by a mutant ability, right? "

The television in the room was playing the news. According to the news, the Gotham City Mayor's secretary had died from overeating at his own home because he was forced to eat too many rats, toads, and snakes. Next to his body, someone had written the word 'gluttony' in his blood.

Xiu Yu took a look and looked away.

Candice continued to nag. "Although mutants have been getting along well with people over the years, there are still many people who hate and fear mutants. If people think that you are a mutant, you will lose fans. Do you still want to survive in the entertainment industry?"

"I am not a mutant."

Xiu Yu said helplessly. She held Candice's hand and comforted her gently. "Don't worry. I will be careful next time. Don't be angry. Don't hurt your body."

Candice stopped being angry when she saw her like this. She took a step back. "Dorothy, I know you can't leave someone to die, but next time, you must avoid the media. It's best if you don't let anyone see you!"

"Okay, I promise you."

Xiu Yu's green eyes curved and then said in a helpless and gentle tone, "Other managers want their artists to do more good deeds. You are the only one who wants me to do less."

"Even if those artists do good deeds, they only do some small things or do more charity. Unlike you, you are always like a superhero."

"You can't say that. Doing good deeds doesn't matter."

Candice raised her hand to show that she was wrong. "Your grandpa called you many times when you were unconscious. I helped you hide it and didn't tell him about your injury."

Grandpa?

"Thank you, Candice." Xiu Yu breathed a sigh of relief. "If grandpa finds out, he will be worried about me again."

Candice was about to say something when the doctor came in. She immediately shut up and stepped aside.

After a simple examination, the doctor said that Xiu Yu could be discharged after resting for a while.

"Alright, thank you." Xiu Yu smiled and thanked him.

Candice walked the doctor out. "I have asked the director for leave for you. The director said you can rest until you recover."

"Even if the director is lenient, I can't do that. It will delay the progress of the crew. I have a good self-healing ability, as long as there are no major problems with my body." Xiu Yu lifted the blanket and got up. "Help me with the discharge procedures."

Candice knew that Xiu Yu rarely changed her mind, so she couldn't persuade her. "Okay, I'll help you with the discharge procedures."

Xiu Yu changed her clothes and waited for Candice to return. Xiu Yu saw an envelope in her hand.

Candice lowered her voice and asked her mysteriously, "Do you know who you saved yesterday?"

"A lot of people. Which one are you referring to?"

"The one who fainted when you tried to save him."

Xiu Yu's eyes glittered as she thought of the S.H.I.E.L.D. printed on the box. "I know. It's … the person I want to save."

Shield, S.H.E.L.D. …

"Why do I feel like you're implying something?" Candice handed her the envelope. "This is his gift to you as a thank you."

That man gave it to her?

Xiu Yu quickly pulled open the curtains and looked downstairs. From this angle, she could see the outside of the hospital.

People were coming and going downstairs. Xiu Yu soon locked onto a man, who was followed by a red-haired woman. The red-haired woman was very sensitive. She noticed the moment Xiu Yu looked at her. She turned her head and looked at Xiu Yu. Xiu Yu dodged and hid behind the wall.

"Natasha, what's wrong?" The man beside the red-haired woman tilted his head and asked.

Natasha looked at the empty window and withdrew her gaze thoughtfully. "Nothing. Maybe I was wrong.

Are you sure you saw that actress Dorothy shoot down a group of Chitauri with an ordinary branch? "

"Of course. I'm sure."

Natasha looked back again. "Okay, got it."

In the ward. "You really don't know who you saved?" Candice asked.

Xiu Yu opened the envelope, and a thank-you letter and a credit card fell out. Xiu Yu checked the balance on the card and put it aside. She said casually, "Rich people."

Candice wanted to say something, but Xiu Yu had already put the envelope away. "Candice, let's go."

"Oh, okay." Candice followed her to the parking lot.

Candice got into the driver's seat. "Dorothy, where do you want to go now?"

Xiu Yu thought for a moment. "Let's go to my grandpa's house."

New York had been destroyed in the battle of New York yesterday. Tony Stark had paid for the reconstruction of the damaged areas. Construction teams were everywhere as far as the eye could see.

Xiu Yu lowered her head and opened the thank-you letter. It was signed by Andrew, which probably wasn't the man's real name.

She put down the envelope and picked up a book, from which she took out a photo.

The photo was a little old. A blonde man with blue eyes stood in the middle of the camera, laughing heartily. On the wall behind him, there was a black, circular diagram in the shape of an eagle. Around the diagram was a line of English words: Strategic.

Homeland

Intervention,

Enforcement

and

Logistics

Division (Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics)

That was the full name of S.H.E.L.D.

Xiu Yu remembered something.

She actually wasn't Xiu Yu. Or rather, she wasn't the original Xiu Yu.

The original Host's mother was Chinese. She had died in childbirth when Xiu Yu was born.

The original owner's father was of mixed American and Italian descent. She didn't know what he did for a living, but in the original owner's memory, he always went out every two to three days. Once he went out, he would be gone for ten to twenty days. Many times when he came back, there would be some strange wounds on his body. It was very mysterious.

But he loved the original Host very much. Every time he came back, he would bring her a lot of strange things. No matter how busy he was, as long as it was an important holiday, he would come back to celebrate it with her.

When the original Host was six years old, she was hit by a car when she was crossing the road. She was so overcome with grief that she was in a trance.

Putting aside the relatives who weren't close at all, the original Host's only family in the world was her grandfather, Xiu Jue, who had taken care of her when her father wasn't home.

Xiu Yu had asked Xiu Jue several times about the original Host's father's death, but Xiu Jue refused to say anything. She didn't even want to reveal what the original Host's father did for a living.

Xiu Yu found this photo in Xiu Jue's study. The man in the photo was the original Host's father. Her intuition told her that the original Host's father must be related to S.H.E.L.D. in the photo.