9 Travel

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"But I wondered, how would I feel about killing someone? Now I know. It's no big deal."

- Chris Kyle, The American Sniper

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Unknown Location

In an office two men are seated at a table, facing each other, with several papers between them. Just one look is enough to notice the power dynamic between the two, one is obviously the subordinate of the other.

"Is that all, Wesley? I have matters to attend to…" says the man who is obviously in charge. Both his posture, physical appearance and the air around this man screams that he is dangerous, and used to giving orders.

He is a bald and apparently a fat white male, sitting in a luxurious chair. But if look more closely a person can notice that underneath his expensive suit he is a mountain of muscle, and he is much taller than he appears at first glance.

"One last thing, Sir." The other replies, he is also in a suit, is thin and wears glasses with his hair combed perfectly. If the other person who appears to be the boss is a "businessman" this is obviously his "secretary" or "lawyer" judging by appearance alone. But the two are much more than that.

"Go ahead" growls the behemoth of a man, he doesn't like to waste time. And he has plans with a beautiful lady later. A lady he's had his eyes on for a long time, nothing can go wrong. And being late is a faux pas he doesn't want to make.

"Tom, Eddie and Jimmy are found dead this morning. The ones that are sent to deal with the Orphan Boy last night. Car in flames, dozens and dozens of bullet holes..." he is interrupted when his boss slams his hand on the table as he stands up. It is a testament to the mental Fortitude of the man called Wesley that he does not flinch. Just stop talking and patiently wait for his boss to speak.

"Who?" The bald man practically growls through his teeth. "Something to do with the Orphan Boy?" he asks

"I don't think so, Sir." Wesley responds as he removes his glasses to clean with a tissue. "The three were found several kilometers away from where they were supposed to be to complete their… task. If I had to guess, by the modus operandi... I would say that They were... punished." Wesley complete.

"First that masked man and that Spider, now this Punisher. How many of these annoying vigilantes are gonna to be a thorn on my side?" The boss says full of frustration and anger.

"It's time to lift our game. Let's go ahead with that project with Aleksei and MacGargan... I give my OK" he adds.

Wesley just nods.

"What about Orphan Boy, sir?" he asks after a pause.

"Forget about the boy for now, he's not going anywhere. We have bigger problems with these vigilantes. They are costing me a lot of money. Alexander should have had better control over a teenager. Text him: 'We've already helped you deal with the couple, if you can't deal with a child, what use are you to us?'" The boss ends ominously.

"It will be done, Sir." Wesley confirms before standing up. And with a final nod he leaves the office.

Wilson Fisk sits back in his chair and allows himself a deep breath. He cannot show weakness to anyone, not even his most trusted man James Wesley. But everything has gone wrong for him lately, he sometimes just wants to explode and kill someone.

But he remembers that he can forget about these problems for a while at dinner with his Lady Vanessa today, she is his safe haven in these turbulent times.

With much happier thoughts Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin retires from his office for the pleasant evening that awaits him.

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Hector P.O.V.

I still have 4 hours of flight to go, is my thought as I sit in my confortable seat in first class. Before it wouldn't be a problem, I could just sleep. But now I'm more hyperactive, with more energy to expend. And boredom is killing me.

Even assimilating much more calm and experienced characters, I'm still a teenager apparently. Could I score one of the flight attendant? There's a blondie who's been giving me looks for a while. Or is it because I'm in first class? And I'm just a customer..

Well, my gut says I have a chance with a little effort. But actually, I'm still a virgin.

And losing my virginity in a plane toilet is not how I plan of being my first time.

And also I'm very young, this will give most adult women a pause. Too many things to lose.

Well then, let's do some research. I've already tried to take a nap, and in 30 minutes I've woken up fully refreshed, so I won't be able to spend time sleeping anymore.

Opening my new laptop I start to update myself with figures of interest in this world.

It's ok to do this on this laptop because I haven't registered any accounts with it. Even if someone hacks or steals it, it's impossible to connect it with me.

Let's start by seeing who Wilson Fisk is to the world.

Doing a search for "Fisk" I find the English and Spanish school in Brazil. But with a little more scrutiny I find the man I'm looking for.

He is a philanthropist with shares in several transportation companies. So this is the cover for his criminal empire.

There's very little about the man, he doesn't draw attention, even though he's a giant.

I've only found a few photos at charity events and since he doesn't have a company of his own, it's impossible to locate his headquarters. Even though I know he must be in New York.

Tsc. As expected, nothing useful. But I have to pass the time, and nothing better than researching my new enemy, not that he knows it.

I killed those three by making it look like the Punisher, just to not connect with me. I intend to stay in Brazil for a few days until I can assimilate Miles, I want that spider-sense to avoid having my house blown up with me inside.

But actually I'm relieved, now I have a clear enemy. And I know he's not that menacing when compared to others in Marvel. As I am now I can destroy the Kingpin.

After that I started looking up the status of the world of heroes. To see if I missed something.

Hmm... Doctor Octopus made his debut? Apparently it didn't follow the movie. Otto Octavius ​​was an Oscorp employee who Snaps, kidnapped Norman Osborn to take funds to do his own project.

Spider-man stopped Otto, saved Norman. Huhu He saved the Green Globin. Norman probably hid his own strength during all that ordeal. Or maybe is that double personality thing.

Henry Pym? hmm. This is a dangerous man for several reasons... Tch. He is young. Should I kill him? Aan Calm down Hector. Is not a healthy solution to your problems going killing everyone that have done something bad in the comics.

You ended up starring the comic "Hector kill the Marvel Universe".

After concentrating on the task of studying the world I am in, and not confusing it with my old one. Time starts to go by fast. I never had that level of concentration. I research about countries that exist here, different historical events.

Does a mutant kills president Kennedy? This explains some of the hatred, along with the obvious propaganda against mutantkind. And no public appearance of the X-men, Charles Xavier... erasing everyone's memory when anyone sees them?

If I am any other person will be good be part of a group. Resources, connections and others. But as I comic reader I know the problems of these group of heroes.

From time to time, heroes are fighting more heroes than villains. World War Hulk, Civil War, Avenger VS X-men and many others. It's so much conflict, politcs, asshole people. Urgh

I have the gacha, I'm not like any other person. I can have my loyals companions and subordinates.

Because of this I decide to build my own group. Will be much better... with blackjack and hookers.

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Now I'm getting off my plane at Salvador airport. I'll stay at a nearby hotel where I've already booked a room, and in the morning I'll take a bus that will take me to my father's hometown and my grandparents' farm.

They wanted to pick me up at the airport, but I refused. Too much effort for them to come, only to going right back.

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Next Day.

Aaa~ Brazil. I feel more comfortable and relaxed here. Land of the gambiarra, caramel dog, corruption, the Brazilian way and internet trolls Hue hue br br. If the reason for my visit was happier, I would be smiling right now.

Looking at the landscape through the bus window, I keep thinking that everything is really far here. I'm going inland and you can see miles and miles of pastures and crops. And some separate communities.

My grandparents' farm is in the countryside of Bahia, and I know I said before that my grandparents are simple people. But their little farm is many times bigger than Manhattan. And it's not even that big compared to the really rich farmers. There are families that have lands that can extend even beyond state borders. Brazil has plenty of land.

My grandparents may not live in super luxury, but they have money in the form of land and livestock. And my father helped to annex more land, that's why it's so big.

And I'm the one who will inherit everythig now too, huh? I see now that I am well off. I'm not a billionaire, but I can live my life peacefully if I want to.

But I know it's not enough. I will use the money my parents left me to earn much more. If Lex Luthor can, I can too.

I always found bullshit in those fanfics, the MCs that create a multibillion-dollar company in months. Pfft

I already planned. Even with my funds, it will take years for me to establish myself, if all goes without a hitch. And I know there will be obstacles in the form of people.

Besides... Who the fuck starts presenting technology that surpasses anything seen in the world out of nowhere like that? Why not write a sign on the back "kidnap my relatives"? dumbasses

I will be careful. I know it's inevitable to make enemies. But a wise man, despite not avoiding making enemies, does not go looking for them.

I finally arrive.

At the bus station where I get off, my grandfather is waiting for me.

My grandfather has a lot of similarities with my father, tall, brown skin, very fit to his age and a smile splitting his face. He's wearing a very cowboy outfit, hat, boots, striped shirt, belt with a buckle bigger than my wrist. Typical.

"Oh my son, look at you. So big and Strong." He's the first to speak rushing over to give me a hug. Here, physical contact is much more common. Then he was inspecting me, probably to see if I'm missing any limbs. Typical grandfather thing.

"Grandpa, I've missed you. I just wanted that would be under better circumstances." I resolve to address the issue soon, so we can get over it soon

His face shows a sad expression instantly. "I know, but you're a in good health. It's all that I care now," he says. Then he notices the big suitcase in my hand. " Is this?" he says choking a little.

"Yes. Half of my mother and father ashes" I say and notice he's almost crying. But my grandfather is a man from a much more different and difficult time, he thinks a man could not show emotions, which would be synonymous of weakness.

He turns around quickly with his hand on his face and starts walking away.

"I-I see… Let's go. Your grandma is waiting. The car is in that direction." He says without looking back.

I sigh. Everyone deals with grief differently. My father is the only surviving child of the two. There were 4 others. But they didn't survive childhood, due to various complications.

It's quite unusual, my childhood friends had a lot of uncles. It is normal for a couple to have between 12 and 18 children at that time in Brazil.

The walk to the car continues in silence. But after getting into my grandfather's Ford F150 SVT Raptor, the mood improves a little.

I think my grandfather just wanted to regain his composure. He starts asking me all sorts of things you'd expect a senior in your family to ask: what am I doing, my friends, girlfriends... ugh

After crossing the small town that is the birthplace of this part of my family. (not much to see)

We started to cross fields and fields of green.

On my grandfather's farm I notice the large number of cattle. Nelore is the breed, I think. The whites are more predominant in Brazil.

After another 30 minutes of travel, with now me asking questions about the farms. I saw a huge lake, which my grandfather said is used for fishing as a hobby. And he promised to take me there afterwards.

This farm is big. It even has a river that cuts through it and supply the reservois of water. Hills and a forest. Apparently large landowners have to set aside 20% of their property to keep the forest untouched by humans.

It's a good thing I think. And my grandfather agrees. He is not the greedy type, who wants as much profit as possible. He even opens this part up for visitors to trail. There's a waterfall with an underground grotto somewhere in the back, he said.

There's even a fossil of a giant sloth in the background. There the place is protected by the authorities. Nice. I have to look later.

We finally arrived at my grandparents' house. The roar of the truck's engine must have alerted my grandmother, because she came out to greet us on the porch.

And once again she is the one who takes the initiative.

"Oh my baby..." she cooed "Look at you, so handsome. Are you eating enough? You look skinny. I will take care of you theses days. Put some meat in these bones... Oh. You look Much like you father. You must be a philanderer. Or do you already have some nice lady in your heart? If not, I can show you some good gals. The daughter of Esther is a real beauty..." and she goes on and on. Without letting me go even for a moment.

My grandma is a small thing with a head full of white hair, brown skin, crow feet in her eyes, and smiling mark around her mouth.

Now that my grandfather has taken off his hat I can see that his hairline is thinning out a lot too and it's all white, but he looks younger than my grandmother. Even though he's the oldest. Men... aging like fine wine.

"Alright Maria, let the kid breath. You haven't let him say one word until now, you notice?" my grandfather comes to my rescue.

"Silence Raimundo, I have so much to catch up with Eto" Eto is my nickname, only people that know me from childhood call me that. And it's sad to think that the number is very small now.

After that I hand over the suitcase with my parents' urn. Then my grandmother breaks down crying. Tch. It's so hard. I had handled it so well until now.

But seeing your grandmother crying so much, there's no one to hold back. Hugging my grandmother tight and consoling her, I can't help but cry my eyes out.