New York, Brooklyn!

In the early 19th century, it was just a farm for a large family. Later, it was divided into small pieces of land, built houses, and formed the current community. At the end of the 19th century, under the voting recognition of people, Brooklyn was officially classified as New York City and became one of the five major districts in New York. The population of nearly 3 million and the area of ​​251 square kilometers made it the largest district in New York.

If the districts of New York are independent cities, then Brooklyn is the third largest city in Los Angeles and Chicago, and it can also be regarded as the fourth largest city in the US empire.

Compared to Manhattan, the capital of the world, which is shining with gold and silver on the other side and enjoys the spotlight, Brooklyn seems to be inconvenient, just like a poor relative of a landlord family, unpopular. Although it claims to be rich in rural atmosphere and more livable to live, the weak economy and poor public security make the propaganda slogans look so pale and powerless.

Since this place was once a settlement of ethnic minorities such as blacks, and in the history of the US imperialists, the low education level, employment difficulties and racist discrimination, this place is the highest crime rate and is regarded as a place of chaos, dirty and sin. Although the development of society has greatly improved, the environment developed regardless of consequences has been governed and the quality of the population has also been significantly improved, the darkness that penetrates the bone marrow cannot be purified in a day or two, and the darkness is just hidden deeper.

As the most populous area of ​​New York City, Brooklyn is brightly lit at night, and people are drunk on the streets, venting heavy pressure and torture of life. With the gorgeous lights, one or two drunk young women swaying out of the bar from time to time. The kind stranger threw down cigarette butts and helped them into their car.

I have to say that there are quite a lot of kind-hearted people in Brooklyn. They are obviously just a little girl with no power, but there are three or four gentlemen who stand up, or even more. These gentlemen who wear black leather jackets, cut off their sleeves and exposed their arm tattoos, carefully opened the car door and took the woman away, and then drove the shaking car to take them home.

Some poor hippies use some props to borrow some spare money from passers-by to spend money. Those props can be easily purchased on the black market. The simulated folding knife and simulated marble gun are really simulated, but they are just the same as they are.

There are also black brothers who rap and look at the bright clothes and look like white-collar workers in the social elite, selling small white pink bags hidden in their arms. Don’t get me wrong, those are laundry detergents that can wash away people’s filthy and tired souls. There is a very good market in this country.

On 23rd Street, Brooklyn, a gray Ford used car that was about to fall off was parked downstairs. After the door opened, the Asian young man with frameless glasses walked out with his tired body and looked depressed. He draped his suit over his shoulders, tied open, and the two buttons on the top of the shirt were unbuttoned, looking very decadent.

"Hey man! Look at your face as if you are dead, do you need some laundry detergent to refresh yourself?" A black brother asked happily. He was lucky tonight and had done several transactions. Today is his lucky day, and Mr. Franklin is favoring him.

"Listen to man, I swear to God, this thing is much more fun than a prostitute. You know, because they are too loose, gaga gaga gaga..."

Duke shook his hand and sent the businessman full of pornographic jokes to walk on the street in a messy step. The corner was his apartment building, but he didn't have the slightest joy to go home.

After traveling to this world, he has always felt a sense of crisis because the Stark Industrial Building in Manhattan, which is as dazzling as the Empire State Building, and his current helm, Tony Stark is a well-known wealthy man in the United States.

Tony Stark! A super genius born with a golden key, a talented graduate from MIT. In addition to his enviable life experience and super brain, his scandals are the focus of attention across the United States. It is said that he has slept with the cover girl of "Playboy" for twelve months, and every day he changes a female companion at the bedside. He never lacks high-quality beauties around him. The sexual encounter makes people drool in the enviable drooling.

In addition to this iconic character, Duke's textbook when he was in school praised a legendary shield warrior from World War II, a soldier wearing the star-striped flag, Captain America Steve Rogers!

After seeing the news about these two people, Duke was 25% sure to travel to the Marvel world. In this world where super villains were destroyed everywhere and aliens invaded the earth in every few days, it was impossible to survive. But the cruelty of reality made him helpless. Apart from the identity of a time traveler, he was an ordinary person, an ordinary person who was busy making a living.

In the Marvel world, the rich rely on technology, and the silk rely on mutation. Duke is not a rich man, and mutation is the only way out, but if the Marvel world is replaced with a martial arts world, the probability of mutation is no less than jumping off a cliff to meet the old man and peerless martial arts. An illegal immigrant outsider like him is destined not to be favored by the world. The treasures and great opportunities are prepared for the protagonist and have nothing to do with him.

Duke, who was unwilling to give in, worked hard and finally became a PhD in biology at Harvard University with excellent results, dedicated to researching super serums. Even if it cannot be compared with the Hulk, it can reach the height of Captain America. When the catastrophe of destruction comes, he will at least have the ability to protect himself.

Unfortunately, the script of the world will not follow his imagination. As a time traveler who grew up in an orphanage, he was unfortunately unlucky. It is a convention for a time traveler to die without a house, car, and there is nothing to be frustrated about. But Old York, the dentist who adopted him, died in a car accident a week ago, which is difficult to accept.

Old York lost his wife and son in his early years. The grief of losing his relatives made him resign from his position in the hospital, sold his family's property and opened a two-story building, opened a private dental clinic, and then he adopted Duke in an orphanage.

After his death, the clinic was recycled by the government and sold to a big-bellied entrepreneur because he had no will. Duke, who lived in the clinic, was kicked out and rented a single apartment with nowhere to go. As for why he didn't choose other areas with better security, the reason was very simple. The rent in Brinklin's apartment was relatively cheap, which was very suitable for him who was short of money.

"I'm probably the most failed time traveler!"

This world is not only superheroes and super villains, but also evil capitalists. In this country where money is paramount, they can do everything they can. The law is a street bitch to them. As long as the bid is right, those long legs that are reserved and tight in front of the poor will be open to them anytime and anywhere, and will be as happy as they want.

Duke remembers the big-bellied entrepreneur, the bad-hearted businessman in real estate, Butt, who was holding a cigar in his mouth, followed a group of people who were both quarrels and quarrels. He bought a clinic from Old York five times, but was rejected. His bid was too low, too low, and Old York did not want to sell his clinic, so the two sides did not reach an agreement.

"You old and poor old man, who do you think you are? What I want will be mine in the end, and you can't change anything." After the angry Bute failed to come to the door for the last time, he put down his harsh words and slammed the door. He would use the power at hand to revenge, making 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 unemployed vagrant, and the car was stolen. After Old York's death, the government half-forced and half-legal quickly took back the second-floor clinic for various reasons and listed it for sale. It was acquired by real estate businessman Butter at a very fast speed.

Strange! Conspiracy! The story is like a script with deep hatred. If there is no trick in it, Duke will not believe it. He was not persecuted, but some people did it too conspicuously. He was angry and spent all his savings and hired several gold medal lawyers, but they all ended in vain. He himself encountered many warnings in private, some warnings from the police, and some from gangsters.

"Old York, what do you think I should do?"

Duke lay on the iron bed, looking at the brightly lit bustling city with helpless eyes, but his heart was cold.

The philanthropist faces flashed through his mind. Old York's friend put aside his relationship and did not lend a helping hand. The rest were mocking him for overestimating his abilities, some were sorry for him, and even threats that he should not be troublesome... He was just a little citizen with no connections, and Butt had already managed everything from the police to the gangster on the other side.

The flame of revenge burned in his heart, the seeds of hatred flourished, and the grace of raising them was ineffective. When Duke thought of the kind old man who was willing to study and teach him how to be a adoptive father, Duke's eyes became more and more ruthless.

In this country where capital is supreme, rich people are paradise, poor people are hell, he wants to avenge through formal channels, and he will never expect in his life. But this country with no moral integrity has shown him another way out. Even the sporting goods shops on the street and the dimly lit underground bars can only afford money. It is easy to buy a gun. No one cares what you do with a weapon. They only care about how many Mr. Franklin has.

"Maybe prison is my home for the rest of my life. I hope there is an independent single room, and it would be better if no one lets me pick up soap..." Duke closed his eyes and murmured to himself. The world is wonderful, but it is also dangerous, but it has nothing to do with him. All the funds used to study serum are spent on lawyer fees. He gave up his future and only wanted to repay a favor.

With his tired eyes slowly closing, Duke had decided to walk on the road of no return. Tonight he just wanted to have a good sleep. In his sleep, a gray space opened, and in the pure darkness, the endless gray path pointed to the distance.

Duke walked aimlessly on the path of intestinal treacherously, and his dream tonight was particularly strange...

Thanks to the ‘Time Sky’ and ‘Young Master of Day’ for the reward!
Chapter completed!