Chapter 135: This is Marvel

New York, Brooklyn!
In the early nineteenth century, it was just a large family farm. Later, it was divided into small plots and houses were built to form the current community. At the end of the nineteenth century, Brooklyn was officially included in New York City and became one of the five boroughs of New York City. With a population of nearly 3 million and an area of ​​251 square kilometers, it has become the largest district in New York.
If the districts of New York are independent cities, then Brooklyn is the third most populous city after Los Angeles and Chicago, and it can also be regarded as the fourth largest city in the US Empire.
Compared to Manhattan, the world capital of gold, silver and silver on the other side, Brooklyn is less confident, just like a poor relative of a landlord’s family, unwelcome. Although it is declared to be rich in local flavor and the environment is more suitable for living, but the weak economy and poor public order make the slogans so pale and weak.
Because it used to be an area where blacks and other ethnic minorities were concentrated, coupled with the low level of education of ethnic minorities in the history of the United States, employment difficulties and racist discrimination, this area has the highest crime rate and is regarded as a chaotic, dirty, and criminal area. Residence. Although the situation of social development has greatly changed, the environment for reckless development has been improved, and the quality of the population has been significantly improved, but the darkness that penetrates the bones of the bone cannot be purified in a day or two. The darkness is only hidden deeper.
As the most populous district in New York, the city that never sleeps, Brooklyn is brightly lit at night, and people are drunk on the streets, venting the heavy pressure and torture of life. In the brilliantly lighted streets, from time to time, one or two drunk young women staggered out of the bar, and kind strangers dropped their cigarette butts and helped them into their car.
I have to say that there are still a lot of good-hearted people in Brooklyn. She is obviously just a little girl with no power to restrain her, but there are three or four gentlemen who have come forward. These gentlemen, who wore black leather jackets and cut their sleeves to reveal their arm tattoos, carefully opened the door to take the woman away, and then drove them home in a swaying car.
Some impoverished hippies, with the help of some props, kindly borrowed some spare money from passersby to spend. Those props can be easily purchased on the black market. The simulated folding knives and the simulated pinball guns are really simulated, but they are just as real.
There are also black brothers who sing rap and look brightly at the white-collar workers of the social elites, peddling small white powder bags hidden in their arms. Don't get me wrong, these are all washing powders, which can wash people's filthy and tired souls. They are very marketable in this country.
On Twenty-third Street in Brooklyn, a gray Ford car that was about to lose its paint was parked below the apartment. After the car door was opened, the young Asian man wearing rimless glasses, dragging his tired body, walked out with a frustrated face. The suit was draped over his shoulders, the tie was pulled apart, and the top two buttons of the shirt were also unbuttoned, looking very decadent.
"Hey, buddy! Seeing you look like a dead mother, do you need some washing powder to refresh yourself?" A black brother asked happily. He was lucky tonight. He has made several transactions. Today is On his lucky day, Mr. Franklin looked after him.
"Listen, buddy, I swear to God, this stuff is much cooler than prostitutes. You know, because they are too loose, quack quack..."
Duke shook his hand and dismissed the yellow-mouthed businessman. He walked along the street in a sloppy pace. The corner of his apartment was his apartment building, but he did not have the slightest joy of going home.
He has always felt a sense of crisis after crossing this world, because of the Stark Industrial Building in Manhattan. This tall building comparable to the Empire State Building is so dazzling and dazzling, and his current helm, Tony Stark, is a well-known rich man in the United States.
Tony Stark! A super genius born with a golden key, a graduate of MIT, in addition to an enviable life experience and super brains, his scandal is the focus of attention in the United States. It is said that he has slept all over the cover girl of "Playboy" for twelve months. Every day, the female partner at the bedside changes to another. There is never a shortage of high-quality beauties around him.
In addition to this iconic character, Duke's school textbooks praised a legendary shield soldier during World War II, a soldier wearing the Stars and Stripes, Captain America Steve Rogers!
Seeing the news of these two men, Duke was two hundred and fifty percent sure that he had crossed into the Marvel world. In this three days, super villains are destroying everywhere and aliens invade the earth to survive. It is impossible to say that there is no survival crisis. But the cruelty of reality made him helpless, except for the identity of the traverser, he was an ordinary person, an ordinary person running for a living.
In the Marvel world, the rich rely on technology, and the silk depends on mutation. Duke is not a rich man, and mutation is the only way out, but if the Marvel world is replaced by a martial arts world, the probability of mutation is no less than that of jumping off a cliff and encountering grandpa and peerless martial arts. Foreigners like him are not destined to be illegal immigrants. The world is blessed, Tiancai Dibao and great opportunity are prepared for the protagonist, and have nothing to do with him.
Duke, who refused to admit defeat, worked hard and finally became a Ph.D. in biology from Harvard University with outstanding results, dedicated to researching super serum. Even if it is not comparable to the Hulk and can reach the height of Captain America, at least it has the ability to protect itself when the catastrophe comes.
Unfortunately, the script of the world will not rotate according to his imagination. As a traverser who grew up in an orphanage, he is unfortunately very unlucky. It is customary for the traversers to have no houses, no cars and no mothers, and there is nothing frustrating. But York, the dentist who adopted him, died in a car accident a week ago, which is hard to accept.
Old York lost his wife and son in his early years. The grief of losing his family made him resign from the hospital. After giving birth to the seller, he bought a two-story building and opened a private dental clinic. Then he was lonely and adopted Duke in an orphanage. .
After his death, because there was no will, the clinic was recalled by the government and sold to a potbellied entrepreneur. Duke, who lived in the clinic, was kicked out, and he rented a bachelor apartment when he had nowhere to go. As for why he didn't choose other areas with better security, the reason is simple. Brinklin's apartment rent is relatively cheap, which suits him who is shy in his pocket.
"I am probably the most failed traverser!"
There are not only superheroes and super villains in this world, but also evil capitalists. In this money-first country, they are omnipotent. For them, the law is like a on the street. As long as the bid is right, those long legs that are held tightly closed in front of the poor will be opened for them anytime and anywhere, as long as they want.
Duke remembered that potbellied entrepreneur and the black-hearted businessman Bout who was in the real estate business, dangling a cigar and followed by a group of different people. He bought a clinic from Old York five times, but was refused. His bid was too low, too low, and Old York didn't want to sell his clinic, so the two sides never agreed.
"You staid and poor old man, who do you think you are? After all, what I want will be mine, and you can't change anything." After the frustrated Bout failed his last visit, he put down his words and slammed the door. Revenge with the power at hand made Old York regret it.
On the night after he left, Old York was hit and killed on the way back from the supermarket. The murderer was a drunk and unemployed man, and the car was stolen. After the death of Old York, the government quickly took back the second-story small clinic for various reasons, semi-mandatory and semi-legal, and put it on the market, and was quickly acquired by the real estate businessman Bout.
Strange! conspiracy! The story is like a script of bitter and enmity, if there are no tricks in it, Duke will not believe it. He has no persecution delusions, but some people do it too conspicuously. Angrily, he spent all his savings and hired several gold medal lawyers, but they all ended up without a problem. He himself encountered multiple warnings in private. Some warnings came from the police and some came from punks.
"Old York, what do you think I should do?"
Duke was lying on the iron bed, looking helplessly at the brightly lit bustling city, but his heart was cold.
The cheeks and faces of Shijiao flashed in his mind, and the friends of Old York before his death put aside the relationship and did not lend a helping hand. The rest laughed at him for being indifferent, some were pitying him, and even threatening him not to be troublesome... He was just a petty citizen who had nothing to do with him, and from the police to the gang, Bout had already taken care of it. all.
The flames of vengeance burned in the heart, the seeds of hatred grew and sprouted, and the grace of nurturing was not rewarded, thinking of that kind of old man, for him to read and teach him to be an adoptive father, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Duke's eyes became more fierce.
In this country where capital is supreme and the rich is heaven and the poor hell, he wants to take revenge through formal channels, and he has no hope in this life. But this unethical country showed him another way out. Even the sports shops and dimly-lit underground bars on the street can only afford to pay. It is easy to buy a gun, and no one will care if you hold it. They only care about how many weapons Mr. Franklin has.
"Perhaps the prison will be my home for the rest of my life. I hope there is an independent single room. It would be better if no one will let me pick up soap..." Duke closed his eyes and muttered to himself, this world is wonderful, but also dangerous, but All this has nothing to do with him. The funds used to research serum are all spent on lawyers' fees, and he just wants to repay a kindness after giving up the future.
Tired eyes slowly closed, and Duke had decided to take the path of no return. He just wanted to sleep well tonight. In my sleep, a gray space opens up, and in the pure darkness, the invisible gray path points far away.
Duke walked aimlessly on the intestinal path, and his dream tonight was strange...
Thanks for the rewards of "Time Sky" and "Song Son"!
(End of this chapter)