I level up alone in Marvel!

A second before Aaron fell to the ground, he caught a glimpse of three Hydra agents who had been lying in ambush in the alley, waiting for him to pass by.

Truth be told, it's a complete waste of time. They don't have to work so hard. If they were to take him away, he wouldn't resist, as they were both level 25, and he knew he had little chance of winning a melee battle with these high-ranking agents.

He was ambushed by Hydra's agents, why?

Apparently, someone under this group of bastards can detect mutants, and his newly acquired abilities happen to be classified as mutant abilities, right?

When he awoke from this relentless attack, he found himself locked in a cell and soon pulled into an office. There, a Hydra agent tells him about what is coming.

In short, that creepy Nazi tells him that they will destroy his will as a way to make him work for them and help them conquer the planet. Sounds like a common thing for bad people to do.

From then on, he began to make plans.

First, he needs to find a way to escape this terrifying situation. Second, he had to find the mutant under their command. If that bastard can track down other mutants, then he must disappear. He never wanted to go through that again.

He wasn't going to lie, he was really scared. Being in prison and facing this group of Nazi-worshipping villains was probably the most stressful thing he had ever experienced.

By his own willpower, he tried not to let fear, because fear would not help it. Aaron knew that once the torture began, he would almost certainly lose the ability to think.

Whether he has superpowers or not, he's still just a man torn from his reality, and he's not the legendary John Wick who can't easily get rid of everything they have in store for him.

But no matter what, he knew he had to survive and he had to escape.

Good morning. A man in a black gown walked into Aaron's cell with a big smile on his face.

The man looked to be about sixty years old, with a scar from his white eyebrows to his neck. Ironically, despite his age, he was physically very strong, far larger than Aaron, and his hands were covered in scars.

Aaron felt from the bottom of his heart that he wouldn't like this man, especially when he looked into this man's eyes. Why? Because there was no trace of human sympathy in those eyes.

My name is Edward. He said with a blank smile on his face. I will be your trainer.

[Edward Mueller - Hydra Instructor - LV31.]

HP:100%/100%]

Hearing his words, Aaron swallowed, My trainer?

Yes, Edward smiled, slowly moving his hand joints, ready for whatever was to come. I'm going to make sure you're properly incorporated into Hydra. Whether you choose to cooperate, whether you choose to endure pain, is entirely up to you. After he finished speaking, he squeaked vigorously, hinting at his purpose.

Listen, I don't know why you're arresting me, but I'm telling you, you're looking for the wrong person. Aaron said, though he didn't know why he had to explain himself. Dealing with them is like using a toothpick against a samurai.

Well, Edward smiled and took off his coat, revealing his sturdy body.

Deception, indeed, is a good quality. For me, though, lying is a waste of time. Our Hound has confirmed that you are indeed a mutant and a person with extraordinary potential. So, here we are.

I see, that's what they're for. But now the question is how the hell the hound managed to find him so quickly.

When Aaron walked into the cell, Edward approached him, his hand caressing Aaron's cheek, a sensation that made Aaron uncomfortable. I can only silently pray that he just wants to beat him up, and not that kind of person.

"I know that look, I mean the agents... I've seen it many times before... How did they find me so quickly?".

"You can see it just by looking at it, really?

"I... Yes," Aaron admitted, because there was nothing to deny, and he had provided all the information so far. Sadly, this was probably his only concession.

Edward slapped Aaron hard enough to knock out both of his teeth, threw him to the ground like a broken prostitute, and laughed.

"Most of the time, we'll have target areas and list possible target candidates. But for you, it's really just good luck, or bad luck, depending on how you look at it. "

Aaron was still lying on the ground, his hands over his bleeding mouth, trying to understand what he was saying in pain.

"It was luck that got you into that truck,"

he said

That one... Driver?

But if that's the case, he should be able to see it!

His abilities should allow him to see the other party, but the driver's name obviously has nothing to do with "Hydra"!

"So you have an ability that helps you identify people," Edward whistled as if approvingly. "Yes, it's useful for our cause. "

Aaron looked at him again, dumbfounded, wondering if he knew it by reading his own body language or by his own thoughts.

"To answer your question, I can't really read your mind," Edward smiled at Aaron's shocked expression.

"It may sound contradictory, but I'm just guessing. Considering that when I said it was the truck that made you find us, your reaction had betrayed you. But if this comforts you, it's not the driver's fault, he's just an ignorant person who has been taken advantage of by us. "

"It may have been that slap you hit me that made me hurt," Aaron sighed and stood up to look at him better.

"But, can you explain, I'm sure after that... You're going to keep beating me. So why not help an injured person understand?".

He smiled and stepped forward, giving Aaron a quick punch. I think I could, after all, the goal is to beat you both mentally and physically. You know, our hounds are being shipped back to New York.

I understand... Aaron, this was the last time he hitchhiked with someone.