Ace got up the next day feeling refreshed.
He obtained the engine and the formula.
He would have gone to work as soon as possible if he could but he decided to rest for a while as he wanted to lay low.
I need a costume and a few more equipment. Ace thought.
"And more money." He said.
He knows he can do a lot of things if he just has money.
There is a lot of money left from his savings.
But he knows if he uses it like water sooner or later he is going to run out of resources.
He decided that for Custome he would only get a mask that had a small space where he could insert a voice changer and modify his shield uniform instead of getting a new one to save money.
The way he could obtain equipment such as ammo, smoke bombs, grenades, laughing gas and sleeping gas was simple.
Just buy them from the black market.
That way he could get the illegal weapon for cheap.
He was a shield agent so he had extensive knowledge about who sells what kinds of goods so it was not a problem.
But the problem is his own body.
He had a powerful ability that allowed him to survive anything but it was not an ability that could help him much in combat unless he was very skilled at it.
He thought that being trained in the Shield Academy would be sufficient but it seems that it was not enough.
He needs more practice.
After all, the only thing he can do is regenerate which will only make him get beaten up more.
He has a healing ability but he doesn't know about its existence yet.
"Is there a place where I can train my body around here?" He said as he looked through the newspaper.
He was trying to search ads for gyms, dojos and clubs that he could join that would help him get stronger.
The Internet age has not arrived yet so newspapers and flyers are the end all be all.
Of course, if he finished constructing the satellite he would have his very own personal GPS that he could use to spy on others and find out about anything that he wanted to but it was still not the yet.
"There is a boxing Gym near me. 50$ monthly. 70$ a month for a karate class. This means 120$ a month for both of them. I should take both of them." He said.
He has above-average combat skills but if he mastered materials arts fully instead of relying on one combat skill that he learned from the academy he knew that he would be much more formidable.
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Although he started to do more physical activities he also tried to learn more about mechanics and physics.
Because he is doing so many things at the same time he discovers something about his body.
It does not get tired and his learning abilities do not slow down.
He does not why it is the way it is.
But it was beneficial for him as he could dedicate 24 hours a day to doing everything that he wanted to do without having to sleep.
He was reading books and listening to recordings about the subject that he wanted to learn whenever he was not training or exercising.
If he was an ordinary person he would have been physically unable to keep up with the workload and died from overwork.
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A week later.
Ace after working consecutively for a while decided to go to a Bar for a relaxation Night.
It was a cheap bar that entertained all kinds of thugs.
Robbers, gangsters, drug dealers, arms dealers, prostitutes, rapists, spies and thieves resided.
"You choose an interesting place for our deal," Ace said as he walked towards a man in a dark beenie and brown trenchcoat.
Although Ace went there to relax for a while, if wanting to rest was the only reason he would have chosen a better place like a star restaurant or a bar near a pool.
He was also there because he had to get something from the thug he was meeting.
"Tequila Sunrise," Ace said to the bartender.
The bartender nodded as he started preparing his drink.
You can guess what type of place it is just by the atmosphere.
It was bussing and the business was booming but the place always became quiet for a few seconds whenever someone entered through the front door.
The place was filled with criminals so it was a dangerous place to be as anyone could turn on you the moment you showed weakness.
"Do you have the money?" The thug that was supposed to give Ace goods asked.
"Yes. I have it with me. It's right here in this briefcase. I can show you but I will not hand it over until I see the goods." Ace said.
"You are the boss. But remember if you go back on your word I will kill you." The crook said to Ace.
"The same goes for you," Ace replied as the cocktail that he ordered arrived right in front of him.
He did not give a tip when the drink arrived showing money was dangerous in this place.
He takes a sip. The orange might have a bit higher ratio than a sunset would normally taste. He thought.
"Have you heard any news about the activities of the other superhero groups?" Ace asked.
"There are a few insider information that I got about their new member called the back widow. But it comes with a cost. You know what I mean." The thug said to Ace as he made a circle with his thumb and his finger.
Then suddenly a tall blonde man walked into the bar.
He can be described as tall, handsome and somewhat soft-looking.
But Ace knew that he was not a simple person. In fact, he knew who that person was.
He saw his face and heard about him while he was in Shield.
A man who is suspected to be the hero Hawk-eye.
Ace was not entirely sure because he did not have enough authority as a Shield agent to find out about his true identity.
But if he has to bet money on someone being the masked archer it would be him.
"We have to move," Ace said as he got up.
"Lead me to the warehouse where you keep the goods and as soon as I get there I will give you the money." Ace wanted to get out as he knew a barfight was going to occur sooner or later knowing that the blondie from the circuit was here.