Chapter 19: Becoming a Hero from Today
Chapter 19: Becoming a Hero from Today
"Alohomora!"
With a flick of the wand, the tightly locked shop door instantly opened under the mysterious magical power of the Alohomora spell.
To be honest, if this were a normal world, Jerry could have become the most elite thief just with this one Alohomora spell, living a carefree life with no worries about food or clothing.
Unfortunately, this is the Marvel world, and Alohomora can't stand up to the Purple Potato Spirit.
Pushing the door open and checking for cameras, Jerry entered the shop. After a brief search, he appeared at the cash register, wearing a black wizard hat, a black eye mask, and a loose, black wizard robe.
He took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and placed them on the table, then turned and left.
He didn't choose to buy things openly, mainly to avoid being traced through the style of his clothes and his purchase records.
Two hundred dollars could buy three or four outfits like the one he was wearing. As long as the owner wasn't stupid, they wouldn't call the police.
Even if they did, the police wouldn't bother with such a minor issue. His father was the sheriff, and he knew the ins and outs of the system.
Although he was a wizard, he wasn't one of those backward-thinking wizards who had grown up in the wizarding world. He never underestimated the power of technology in this world.
Especially in the Marvel world, where some technologies far surpassed modern standards.
His Hogwarts uniform would have been the best battle attire, but when he returned, he feared being discovered by robbers, so he only brought his wand with him.
Locking the shop door behind him, Jerry, dressed in his black wizard robe, walked through the darkness, heading towards areas with high crime rates.
Jerry's father, Has Wright, was the sheriff of the Queens Police Department, responsible for maintaining the safety and order of Queens.
As the son of a sheriff, Jerry had a good idea of which areas in Queens frequently experienced crime, just by paying a bit of attention.
The overall security situation in Queens was relatively good, and there hadn't been any major problems. Cases like the recent bank robbery were rare.
Once, he overheard his father, Has, and his colleagues discussing the security situation in all of New York.
They mentioned that the area with the highest crime rate was a slum in Manhattan called Hell's Kitchen. Despite having only eight streets, the amount of crime that occurred there every day was more than the entire city of New York combined.
However, Jerry had no plans to go there to earn Little Red Stars just yet.
Firstly, Hell's Kitchen was in Manhattan, which was quite a distance from his location, and without suitable transportation, it would be very inconvenient to travel back and forth.
Secondly, he had only recently started learning magic, and the spells he knew were mostly auxiliary. Although he could use the Superhuman State, it came with significant side effects.
Going to a place like Hell's Kitchen, to be honest, would be quite dangerous.
There was no need to take such risks at this stage. He could always go there when he was stronger.
"Huh, this is a good start!"
Jerry had just walked a short distance from "Lina's Magical Boutique" when he noticed something unusual at a 24-hour convenience store on the street.
Actually, Jerry thought it was more like a small shop than a convenience store.
Inside the store, a young black man dressed in a very hip-hop style was pointing a gun at the store owner, an elderly Chinese woman who looked to be around sixty years old.
"Hurry up, you yellow-skinned ghost!"
The old woman was furious but dared not resist. She gathered all the day's earnings from the cash register and placed them in a small bag on the table.
The young black man was clearly a seasoned criminal, not even bothering to wear a mask on his face. He knew that as long as his victims weren't white, the consequences were usually minimal.
Especially since the amounts he stole each time were small, the Chinese shop owners might not even report the incidents to the police. And even if they did, with the low value of the stolen goods, the police would often just go through the motions without putting in much effort.
Some people are like that; they dare not stand up to those who harm them but feel justified in bullying others who are similarly victimized.
However, just as the young black man was about to leave with the bag of loose change, which amounted to over a thousand dollars, a small figure blocked the entrance of the convenience store.
"Brat, get out of the way, or I'll shove your head up your ass!"
The young black man was not about to be polite to a kid wearing a strange black wizard robe and a mask, pretending to play dress-up. He immediately shouted a threat.
Unfortunately, the kid in the black wizard robe didn't seem scared at all. Instead, he replied calmly and coldly:
"Please put down the bag in your hand!"
"Are you looking for a death wish?"
The young black man, while not daring to actually shoot and kill anyone, had no problem giving the kid a good beating.
He stuffed the money bag in his left hand into his pocket and then pushed forward with all his might.
He intended to knock the kid to the ground and kick him a few times, teaching him a harsh lesson about the dangers of the world and the folly of meddling in matters that didn't concern him.
"Don't hurt the child!"
The old woman behind the counter cried out in alarm.
"Ha ha!"
Jerry didn't dodge the hand coming toward him. Instead, he quickly raised his hand and precisely grabbed the young black man's middle finger, then twisted it hard.
"Ah!"
The young black man immediately let out a scream. The gun in his right hand was raised, and he was about to shoot at Jerry.
"Softening Charm!"
Jerry had anticipated this and had already raised his wand, casting a Softening Charm.
"What?"
The young black man stared at the gun in his right hand, now as soft as dough, his mouth opening in disbelief.
"Groin kick!"
Without activating his Superhuman State, Jerry wasn't as strong as the young black man, so he aimed for the vulnerable spot.
The young black man, caught off guard by the softened gun, immediately dropped it and clutched his groin, falling to his knees in pain.
Jerry released the young man's finger, quickly grabbed his hair, and slammed his head into the wall, knocking him unconscious.
The Superhuman State consumed Little Red Stars and had side effects afterward, so he decided it was better not to use it unless absolutely necessary.
"Oh my goodness!"
The old woman, seeing Jerry subdue the young black man in just a few moves, couldn't help but exclaim in Mandarin.
"Grandma, here's your money!"
Jerry pulled the money bag from the young black man's pocket and threw it onto the counter. He then searched the young black man's pockets, finding about a few dozen dollars, which he pocketed as his reward.
"These are my fees, Grandma. You can call the police to take this robber away!"
"O-Oh, thank you, little one!"
The old woman, seeing the strange kid in the wizard robe turn to leave, was momentarily stunned but quickly called out her gratitude.
However, when she came to, she realized that the boy in the wizard robe had spoken to her in fluent and natural Mandarin.
Could it be that this boy was also a Chinese national?
(End of Chapter)
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