Marvel's Dream Master

In the daylight of Manhattan, New York, the city is like a beacon of splendor and splendor, its streets sparkling in the bright sunshine.

However, as night falls, these lights gradually fade, revealing the squalor and madness hidden in the shadows, which the honest sunshine of the day cannot touch.

Hell's Kitchen, an area of ​​Manhattan, has evolved into a metropolitan slum due to various historical changes. Here, crime is like a never-ending show, a tireless show that never rests.

This area has been an ongoing headache and concern for police and government in the United States.

Recently, however, an anomaly has caught the attention of the New York Police Department. Something strange, supernatural, even supernatural seems to be happening.

Over the past week and a half, crime in Hell's Kitchen has dropped to an all-time low.

In the past, the streets at night were filled with gang members, hoodlums, car thieves, etc., making it unsafe for young women to walk alone.

But now, even during night patrols, it is rare to see a single person. According to the information from our informant, they were divided into groups of one hundred people and secretly transported to a deserted island. There, they engage in a brutal competition for survival. There is a shrinking 'poison circle' on the island. Anyone who stays in this area too long or is killed will be eliminated.

In each fatal race, they gain points based on the order of death. There are ten such thrilling 'poison circle' battles every night.

Those ranked higher fared slightly better; it was like waking up from a nightmare, only left with a sense of disorientation. Those at the bottom of the rankings, however, become extremely exhausted, more so than a day of physical labor.

Those at the bottom were sometimes too exhausted to leave their beds, let alone engage in criminal activity.

"Is that an exaggeration?"The man asked in disbelief. He stopped the car and turned to face her.

The blonde woman shook her head."I'm not exaggerating at all."

"Is sleeping more tiring than physical labor? Then who wants to sleep?"He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. Soon, the call was connected

"Hello, Coulson, this is Wu. I'm at the target location with Agent 13. detector......"

Wu glanced at Agent 13 next to her, and she shook her head slightly. He continued:"Didn't show any energy response"

"Oh, and the lack of energy signatures doesn't mean paranormal activity isn't present. After all, our understanding of the universe is still very limited," a deep male voice came from the other end of the phone

"Meanwhile, I'm in Los Angeles right now. Tony Stark has been kidnapped and I need to investigate some leads here. As for Hell's Kitchen, it's up to you two. You know, we're a little short on staff."

"Got it," Wu replied, ready to seek assistance if necessary. He put his phone back in his pocket and looked at Agent 13 next to him

"You heard me. It's just the two of us now, with no backup. What's your plan?

Agent 13 thought for a moment, then organized her files."I have a plan - sleep." We should take a short break here"

"sleep? sleep? Wu was surprised by Agent No. 13's bold strategy."Shouldn't we start the mission?" Even if you want to rest, I suggest we find somewhere else......"In this closed car late at night, Agent No. 13 had adjusted the passenger seat to a comfortable tilt angle, and then lay down gracefully, his body seeming to be integrated with the seat. She whispered softly, as if she was telling a secret:"Since these criminals operate in dreams, and to sneak into their network, we must sleep, dream, and meet them there." After hearing this,

Wu frowned with worry. After receiving the answer, he breathed a sigh of relief, but did not lie down like Agent 13. After all, it was just the two of them, and any sudden danger could be fatal if both fell asleep. So when Agent 13 planned to collect clues through sleep, Wu decided to let her take the lead while he stayed alert.

He took a deep breath, his eyes shining with determination and expectation. He stared into her eyes and said slowly:"Well, now that things are like this, then you, Thomas, move forward bravely. Remember, although the road ahead is full of uncertainty, it is you who Your courage will define this journey."

In this silent night, Wu Gang was about to impart some advice to No. 13 beside him, but turned around and found that No. 13 had fallen asleep beside him, and a slight snoring slowly flowed out....

"He really fell asleep all of a sudden"

"Wow, this is amazing, right?"

In an instant, No. 13, who had just closed his eyes, found that he was no longer in the car. Instead, he found that he was sitting on a transport plane flying through the sky.

"It turns out that this is what people call 'drug transportation'. I really wanted to see it with my own eyes."

As No. 13's excitement about participating in 'drug transportation' grew, a few kilometers away, in a suburban home in Queens, on the outskirts of Hell's Kitchen, an Asian teenager, tall but slightly thin, was closing his eyes. Lying on the bed. Suddenly, his eyelids trembled slightly.