Coulson felt a twinge of embarrassnt after Uzumaki Asaoka blunt comnt, so he quickly flagged down a car on the side of the road. Without hesitation, he pulled the driver out.
"The FBI is investigating a case. Your vehicle has been requisitioned. You'll be compensated later," he said briskly.
Asao raised an eyebrow as he slid into the passenger seat. "You're not FBI."
"It's fine. We often operate under their na," Coulson replied casually, starting the ignition. "Which way are we heading?"
"East," Asaoka said. "Also, we've got company—several cars tailing us. I'd bet they're here to take us out."
"You sure?"
"My sensing ability doesn't lie."
That confird it for Coulson. Whatever abilities Asaoka had, they were clearly supernatural. There was no way he could predict danger with that kind of accuracy otherwise.
"Hold on!"
Coulson stepped on the gas, launching them into a high-speed chase. anwhile, Rumlow leaned out the window, opening fire on the cars behind them. His aim was solid, but when one of the bullets hit the pursuer, the man transford mid-motion—his body expanding, muscles tearing through clothing, bullets popping out of his skin as he morphed into a snarling werewolf.
"Shit! Is that a damn werewolf?" Rumlow cursed. As a Hydra operative, he was used to crazy things, but this was on a whole new level. "I spent half my life fighting humans, and now I've got to deal with freaks like this?"
"We didn't provoke the werewolves. Why the hell did they attack us on the subway and now chase us down?" he asked, voicing the sa question Coulson had in mind.
"They're probably reacting to your scent," Asaoka replied. "If you've been near a vampire recently, they'd pick it up. A werewolf's nose is even sharper than a dog's."
Coulson blinked. "So... we're just collateral damage?"
"Exactly. You've probably been mistaken for vampire allies. You're just caught in the crossfire of a feud between vampires and werewolves."
Rumlow scoffed. "Asaoka—man, your na is a mouthful. Got any ideas for dealing with those things? I didn't pack heavy weapons, and these beasts don't seem to care about bullets."
"There's a way," Asaoka replied. "But it's going to be bloody—and ssy."
Coulson nodded. "Do it. I don't care how bad it looks."
Asaoka didn't hesitate. He'd tried to keep a low profile on this mission—mostly to avoid catching the attention of the U.S. governnt. It wasn't exactly the age of caped superheroes walking the streets, and drawing too much attention could cause problems for Su Xiuyu. But now wasn't the ti for restraint.
"Wind Style: Wind Cutting Technique!"
A blast of razor-sharp wind blades shot out from his hands, slicing backward with terrifying force. The pursuing cars and werewolves were cleaved clean in half. The road behind them was carved deep into the concrete, as if an invisible blade had torn through it.
The once chaotic car chase fell into eerie silence.
Coulson stared into the rearview mirror, stunned. The attack didn't look as flashy as Uchiha Chisato's fire style, but it was far more brutal.
"That should do it," Asaoka said calmly. "We should get out and check. One of them is still alive—lost an arm, but he's not dead."
Coulson's eyes lit up. A live werewolf could provide valuable intel.
The three of them exited the vehicle. Despite Asaoka warning, Coulson wasn't fully prepared for the scene. Cars were torn apart, guts and limbs littered the street. The werewolves' bodies were slowly reverting to their human forms—naked, broken, and lifeless.
The only survivor, a blood-soaked man missing an arm, looked up weakly and raised his remaining hand in surrender. He wasn't trying to fight. He was just trying to live.
"Help stop the bleeding..." he groaned.
Though werewolves were much tougher than regular humans, this one had clearly been struck by a special kind of force. His wound wasn't healing—sothing in Asaoka's technique had suppressed regeneration.
Asaoka crouched down, extending a hand glowing with silver-green light. Energy flowed from his palm, and the werewolf's injuries began to close rapidly. Within three minutes, the wound had not only stopped bleeding, it had fully healed.
Rumlow's jaw practically dropped. First wind blades that cut through steel, and now this?
Hydra had plenty of killers and monsters. But what they lacked was soone like Uzumaki Asaoka—soone who could destroy and heal with equal ease. Rumlow was already planning how to lure him to Hydra.
"What kind of power is that?" Coulson asked, still stunned.
"dical Ninjutsu," Asaoka replied. "It heals injuries, restores energy—keeps people alive in battle. Even ninjas get hurt."
"It works that fast?"
"Well, yes. dical Ninjutsu overlaps with modern dicine to so extent. Surgery is actually one part of it."
"Can we learn it?" Coulson asked, half-joking but secretly hopeful.
"No," Asaoka said flatly. "You can't learn any form of ninjutsu. Especially dical ninjutsu—it's difficult, and most ninjas don't have the talent for it."
Rumlow frowned. "Because we don't have... what? Chakra?"
"Exactly," Asao nodded. "Without chakra, ninjutsu is just a dream."
"So how do we get chakra?" Coulson pushed.
"Sorry," Asaoka said firmly. "I'm not telling you."
Both Coulson and Rumlow exchanged a look. That shut down their hopes fast.
"In other words," Coulson said carefully, "even if you won't tell us how to get chakra, your refusal at least confirms it might be possible for a normal person to beco a ninja?"
"You said that, not ," Asaoka replied coolly.
Rumlow's eyes glead. This mission had turned into a goldmine. If that kind of power was even remotely attainable, Hydra needed it.
For a long ti, Rumlow had assud Asaoka was just another superpowered mutant. But now he wasn't so sure. This wasn't mutation. It was sothing deeper—sothing ancient and controlled.
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Uzumaki Asaoka explanation clearly didn't satisfy Coulson, but he was in no position to argue. Even Director Nick Fury himself didn't dare push too hard in this situation.
"I've already called for backup," Coulson said. "Rumlow will handle the aftermath. Asaoka and I will continue tracking the woman."
Rumlow frowned. He didn't want to deal with cleanup, but this mission was under Coulson's lead, and he had no choice but to follow orders.
Coulson and Uzumaki Asaoka resud their pursuit of Selina, eventually tracking her to a private clinic.
"We've been here for a while," Asaoka muttered, his tone casual. "By the way, I can sense a large number of werewolves approaching. This place is about to turn into a warzone."
Coulson, who had co without rest, was left speechless. "Seriously? Are they changing the battlefield now?"
"I'll just wait and see how this plays out," Coulson said, rubbing his temple. "Still... it's odd. Vampires and werewolves have coexisted peacefully for years. Why are they suddenly fighting so violently in New York?"
"Do you have a bug and a miniature cara? I can set them up and eavesdrop."
"You think you can sneak in and plant them now?"
"Piece of cake." Asaoka took the gear from Coulson and slipped silently into the clinic. It didn't take long before he located Selina, who was speaking with a man in a dical uniform.
Once the devices were in place, Asaoka clung to the ceiling using transformation techniques and quietly observed.
"Do you know why the werewolves are after you?" Selina asked.
"I don't know," the man—Michael—replied helplessly. "I'm just an intern. Today's the first ti I even heard about werewolves. I have no idea why they're chasing ."
He looked completely overwheld. What he'd witnessed today was not only terrifying, but bizarre and beyond belief.
Two people claiming to be werewolves had tried to take him. In his panic to escape, he'd suddenly transford into a hairy beast himself. Before he could even react, Selina had appeared and gunned down the attackers. The dead werewolves reverted to human form afterward.
"Were they really werewolves?" Michael asked.
"You saw it with your own eyes," Selina replied, her voice gentler now. She understood the shock Michael was experiencing. His reaction had been remarkably composed, all things considered.
Selina herself wasn't sure why Michael had beco their target. When she arrived, the werewolves had clearly tried to take him, but strangely, they hadn't tried to hurt him. In fact, one of them had shielded Michael from her gunfire. That made no sense—and it only deepened her confusion.
Suddenly, the floor vibrated, followed by deep, beast-like growls.
"Damn it," Selina muttered from above. "The werewolves are back."
Asaoka kept to the ceiling, calmly observing. In his eyes, both vampires and werewolves were hardly impressive—barely Genin-level with firearms, and nothing compared to the hardened shinobi of the Warring States Period. Still, this was a reconnaissance mission, and he was here to learn.
Selina imdiately opened fire on the first werewolf to enter. But this ti, they ca prepared—he carried a blast-proof shield that easily absorbed the silver bullets. More werewolves rushed in, quickly surrounding her.
Then a figure stepped forward.
"Lucien," Selina breathed, eyes narrowing. "You ca in person? Trying to start another war between vampires and werewolves?"
Lucien t her gaze with a mixture of sorrow and nostalgia. "Selina... It's been centuries."
Lucien had once been a werewolf slave under the vampire elder Viktor—a past so painful, even Selina knew nothing about it.
Seeing Selina again brought back mories of the woman he had loved long ago. She looked almost exactly like her.
"We're here for Michael," Lucien said evenly. "You, we'll spare—for now. Marcus is your enemy, not us. Don't mistake your captor for your savior."
Selina raised her gun. "You think I'll fall for your lies? Marcus is my father. Don't think you can divide us with words."
"I'm not trying to divide you," Lucien said, his tone laced with pity. "You truly don't know... how sad."
He looked at her with sympathy that made the usually unshakable Selina falter.
"Your family was slaughtered by Marcus. He made rules forbidding vampires from feeding on humans, but he never followed them himself. When he lost control, he killed. The only reason you survived was because—at the last mont—you looked too much like his biological daughter. Hundreds of years have passed. Have you forgotten?"
Selina's voice cracked. "No. That's not true! Marcus raised —he saved ! You're just trying to turn against him!"
Lucien shook his head. "Poor girl. If you don't believe , go to Kraven. He's been keeping docunts and files about the vampires. You won't find the originals, but there are enough clues for you to decide for yourself."
He looked away for a mont, as if seeing soone else through her.
"If you were Sonja... maybe. But you're not. I loved her. Not you."
Lucien paused, then added, "There's a simpler way to find out the truth. Drink Marcus's blood. You'll inherit his mories. But ask yourself—do you have the courage to do that? To face the truth? He's your adoptive father, your elder. A vampire centuries older than you, far more powerful. You can't beat him."
Lucien turned to leave.
"Now that you know, maybe the truth won't seem so important after all. Just keep living your lie."
With that, Lucien and the others left, taking Michael with them.
Selina collapsed to the ground, her thoughts a chaotic storm.
Everything she believed—everything she trusted—was falling apart.
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