Chapter 149: Marvel begins

The simulated hunting virtual combat training was attacked by the real virtual. The original heavy casualties were reduced to a minimum because of Duke. The death toll was three and there were no casualties. The door to the corpse soul world quickly opened, and members of the 12th Division entered the arena one after another, fiddling with bizarre instruments to investigate the cause of this incident.
But this has nothing to do with the new students. Tonight's thrilling scene frightened them, and under the guidance of several death gods, they returned to the world of corpses. Aizen, Ichimarugin, and Duke were asked a lot of questions and did not return to their respective team houses until dawn the next day.
Duke didn't intend to say more about the Masked Legion, because there was no evidence, and no one believed it. The 46th room in the center was controlled by Jing Hua Shui Yue. In the corpse soul world, Ai Ran speaks better than Yamamoto Motoyanagisuke Shigekuni, and Duke got his brains to report him.
From Aizen's rebellion out of the Soul World, to the end when the protagonist was opened and hung down, the Gotei 13 team did not sacrifice a positive role surprisingly. All the people who died were from the virtual circle... Oh, Ichimaru Gin and Dong died. Immortal! In a sense, Airan has done a great job in maintaining world peace. He is a hero, sacrificing himself for the benefit of the world, and succeeded in maximizing happiness.
What a great sentiment this is!
So Duke didn't intend to reveal his plan. Anyway, the ending is a happy ending, just follow the plot. In the unlikely event that he gets rid of it, causing the plot to change drastically and several important characters die, the joke will be a big deal.
Seven days later, the terminal in Duke’s arms sent a message that Kisuke Urahara had prepared the information and was ready to trade...

Marvel World!
Ninth Avenue in Brooklyn, Duke’s clinic is located here, next to the eighth Avenue is the famous Chinatown. This area is not an economic center. The average building height is very low, and there are few tall buildings. If Spider-Man comes here, he will come back and forth a few times.
Because of the skin color, Duke's patients are mainly yellow and black, and of course there are also whites with cleaner pockets than their faces. In other words, his clinic receives poor people.
Old York has been a dentist for his whole life. Although Duke did not inherit the idea of ​​his betrayal, he did not close the clinic. Instead, he was separated and received two or three patients every day. On the one hand, it is a deception, and on the other hand, it commemorates Old York.
That night.
Duke walked out of the house in a gray hooded sweater, and when he went out, he pulled up his hat to cover his upper face. Don’t get me wrong, he didn’t plan to be a heroic superhero. He just went to buy coffee and
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for many days. The door did not go out and the door was not opened. The mountain of coffee at home was exhausted and he needed to refill Supply.
"Hey, Doctor Duke, wait for me."
As soon as Duke locked the door and did not take two steps, a wretched figure walked towards him. Duke recognizes him, the residents around this street recognize him, the washing powder dealer Gold, a white hippie smiling face.
This street is Gold's site, and the washing powder business was contracted out by him. It sounds unclear, but in fact, he is also a lower-level supplier and cannon fodder. The profits made by the greedy and dark-earned people are taken away by the higher-ups, so he barely makes ends meet.
Although he is doing a job that is angry and grieving, this man still has some morals and good character, at least he has not sold his products to minors. According to the old man's own claim, he was a senior investment consultant for a certain investment company. Unfortunately, the company went bankrupt and his stocks became waste paper. Then the bad news continued. His house and car were confiscated and his wife ran away with the insurance agent. In just three days, he was transformed from a social elite to a homeless man. Of course not all. He also has a daughter and a dog. In order to feed the three mouths, including him, he had to join the gang, starting as a small salesman, and fighting for a better tomorrow.
Ok! Sounds very inspirational!
"Is there anything? If you want to sell washing powder, I advise you not to waste time." Duke looked at each other with a headache and turned down the diligent salesman. He clearly remembered that one day, Gold's daughter was filled with worm teeth. Because of the shortage of money, he wanted to use the washing powder to settle the account, and Duke was driven out of the door with a black face.
"You misunderstood, I came to pay for the medical expenses!" Gold didn't care about Duke's contempt in his eyes, nor did he feel inferior because of his work. What's wrong with selling washing powder? The great President Abraham Lincoln, didn't he also work as a dock worker?
Gold firmly believes that his downfall is temporary. This is God's test of him. When he saves an initial fund, he will be able to fly back to Wall Street. When the time comes, his daughter can live in a large spacious house, and the dog in the family can also have a warm nest.
"Are you sure? Although the medical bills are not much, you are not rich, are you?" Duke looked at each other weirdly.
It won't be cold tomorrow, but Gold is wearing a leather jacket, a thick one. It wouldn't be a big deal if this happened, but he picked up several large holes in his jacket and jeans. Judging from the rough workmanship, it was obviously artificial in the later period. This can be regarded as a street feature of the old beauty. If these guys do not cut two holes on their bodies, they will not be embarrassed to greet people when they go out.
"I recently got a part-time job, and I have a lot of money." Gold said as he found out some crumpled dollars and gave Duke.
Duke didn't refuse either. He took the other party's money and stuffed it in his pocket. He thought that the other party would keep squandering the bill, but he didn't expect that the other party would remember it after such a long time.
After receiving the money, Duke added a kind words: "Although it is not my business, I still want to remind you, don't get too deep, you still have a daughter to support you."
Gold was stunned. It was probably a long time since no one had spoken to him like this. He put away his hippie smile and put on a sincere expression, and said, "Thank you for your concern, Dr. Duke. But you think too much of me. I don't have the guts to go to the streets with a typewriter. Only Chicago can be so crazy."
"I hope!" Duke shrugged and said nothing.
He didn't say it, but Gold opened the chatterbox and talked about his part-time job: "You know the'fitness bar' on the next street, I can earn a lot of commission there every day."
Gold talked eloquently, he was not a pure bullshit, he was a monk halfway through, and he had no specialties except for a thick-skinned face, and he was not ruthless enough. Because he is bullied, the quality of his laundry detergent is not good and his business is average. In order to support his daughter in school, he often earns some extra money.
Duke's face turned green when he heard the name ‘fitness bar’, and his hand that had just taken the money rubbed his trousers. The "fitness bar" is not a gathering place for fitness enthusiasts, but a place dedicated to entertaining philosophical gays. It is full of muscles and sweat, and even the police dare not go in at night...
Thinking of the chrysanthemum in bloom, Duke's face changed again and again, but in the end he said nothing. A father who can even abandon his dignity for the sake of his daughter. At this time, no matter how much he said, he was insulting him, even if it was words of comfort.
"If there is nothing else, I'll leave first." Duke said goodbye to the other party with a stiff face. Somehow he suddenly felt the smell of on the other party... Maybe it was an illusion!
"Goodbye Dr. Le, next time you go out shopping and tell me, I can run errands for you as long as you pay a little tip. You know the streets of Brooklyn are not peaceful, and you should not go out alone at night if you are so thin." Gore De waved and left, walked towards the two black brothers, greeted him cordially, and promoted his laundry detergent.
Duke shook his head. If it weren't for Uncharted Space, I'm afraid his fate would be no better than Gold. New York is indeed full of gold, but there are too many white bones buried under the gold.
24-hour convenience store!
Duke packed all the coffee in the store, all instant. When paying the bill, he handed the crumpled dollars to the cashier.
"Sir, don't you want something else? For example, freshly ground coffee beans. If you buy 200 dollars of coffee beans at a time, our shop will give you a freshly ground machine for free. Believe me, you will like it, no noise consumption. There are few beans, the ground coffee is mellow, and the concentration can be adjusted. I like the espresso coffee the most. It’s really cool!
This is not the first time the cashier has dealt with Duke. Duke buys large quantities every time. Coffee is consumed in a very short period of time, but unfortunately it is a cheap instant in a bag.
Duke ignored the cashier, his attention was all attracted by the convenience store TV.
"The following is an urgent news! According to the latest news from our reporter, Mr. Tony Stark, the helm of Stark Industries, a famous philanthropist and arms dealer, has disappeared in Afghanistan. All the American troops who were with him have died, suspected of being attacked by terrorists... …"
"The US military did not find the remains of Mr. Tony Stark at the scene..."
"According to analysis, this is a premeditated kidnapping..."
"The stock of Stark Industries plummeted, plummeting by percent..."
"Let's review the recent brilliant deeds of Mr. Tony Stark! At the age of four, he independently made circuit boards, made engines at the age of six, and became an outstanding graduate of MIT at the age of seventeen... Successor to the CEO of Stark Industries , Creating smart weapons, advanced robots...maintaining freedom, protecting the United States and world peace, making a huge contribution...changing the face of the arms industry and becoming a leader in the new era...some time ago he won the top award again..."
"Now the whole world is paying attention to whether Mr. Tony Stark is dead~EbookFREE.me~ If he is still alive, then where is he now..." On TV, the host read the manuscript quickly and became popular. His face was inexplicably excited.
The cashier became excited too. He took out his cell phone in disbelief, called his friend, and asked them to switch TV stations to watch the news. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you tune in or not, because all the radio stations are reporting about Tony's being tied up, and Playboy has booked tomorrow's headline again.
"Iron Man is about to be born, and the story is about to begin!" Duke muttered to himself, pulling down his hat and walking out of the convenience store.
Thanks to book friends for their rewards of "Silent Diving Quite 666", "Night Roar", and "Bald Donkey Walks"!
(End of this chapter)
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