Half a month later, residents of Ninth Avenue in Brooklyn discovered that the dentist clinic that had not opened for a long time had reopened, but the staff had changed slightly. Old York's adopted son and heir, the young Doctor Duke, recruited three strange faces.

The generous and beautiful front desk cashier cart, the nurse Dotty, who fascinated the young men on two streets nearby, and the security guard Steve, who was idle all day long, hang out with a baton.

The neighbors didn't understand why a dentist clinic was equipped with a security guard. Although it was not peaceful at night in Brooklyn, it was too luxurious to hire a security guard. But a few days later, the neighbors understood the profound meaning of Dr. Duke. The handsome security guard and two straight female employees saved the clinic with average business. Many men and women who were in love deliberately broke their teeth in order to gain the opportunity to get close to handsome men and beautiful women, but unfortunately, once they had a transcendent behavior, they would be greeted by the rubber baton in the security guard's hand.

night!

A gentle and shabby Ford parked at the entrance of the clinic. Steve opened the car door and walked into the clinic with two large bags of coffee. He happened to meet Duke who was about to close the door.

"Captain, thank you so much. Just give me the coffee. You are still an hour away from your night school cram school class. Don't be late." Duke took the coffee and looked grateful. He asked Carter and Dotty to help buy coffee today. Both women refused, saying that they were going to be on the road, and Steve, a good old man, was not good at refusing and was willing to run errands for him.

Steve threw the car keys on the table, complaining all over his body, and swore that he would rather squeeze into the subway during the rush hour than drive Duke's broken car next time.

"Doctor Duke, you obviously have so many powerful technologies, why not remodel your car?" Steve complained: "The motorcycle I rode in World War II faster than it. God knows, it was the engine from seventy years ago. And your classic Ford car has too much exhaust. I just got fined by the traffic police for the reason that the emissions of this car exceeded the standard."

"Military technology is seventy years ahead of civilians, which is normal." Duke shrugged, not caring about the captain's complaints. For a flying person, there is no difference between a paint-lost Ford and Maserati, because he will not drive it.

Duke, who is already past the age of pursuing cool mentality, does not have much desire for supercars. Anyway, it is a decoration, so he feels that there is no need to spend money in vain.

"Do you think I believe this reason? Or is it easy to deceive me in your opinion?" Steve said speechlessly: "If you say that this car is fuel-efficient, I will probably believe it."

"Wow, captain, that private night school is really amazing. You have been in line with society in just a few days." Duke pretended to be surprised, and his exaggerated expression made Steve's face look very disgusting.

"Forget it..." Steve gave up his defense helplessly and asked instead: "Where has Paige been?"

"She and Dotty went shopping. It is said that a very famous underwear brand store was opened on the street next door. They wanted to pick two new styles." Duke opened a bag of coffee, made a cup for himself, turned around and asked Steve: "Do you want a cup?"

"Thank you, you should keep it for yourself." Steve thanked Duke's coffee very simply and refused, saying amazingly: "I know the brand underwear store on the street next door. Peggy told me two days ago that she originally asked me to go to. It was the secret of the Uyghur people, right?"

Duke squirted a sip of coffee, picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, and said speechlessly: "It's Victoria's Secret..."

"Yes, did you remember it wrong? It might be that I remember it wrong! You know, I am a little out of touch with this world, and it's nothing strange to call the wrong name." Steve's face turned red, realizing that he might have made a common sense mistake.

"I think I know roughly why Ms. Carter is unwilling to go shopping with you." Duke turned and walked towards the basement, not intending to continue paying attention to Steve.

"Why?" Steve asked after him.

"If you go shopping with you, you will definitely make her feel embarrassed." Duke revealed the truth and sprinkled a handful of salt on Steve's scar. He respected the captain's character very much, but he was just funny when he showed his character.

Watching Duke leave, Steve was also desperate. The world changed too quickly. He worked hard to study but was left far behind. It was not until the clock on the wall walked half a circle that he hurried to the night school. Superheroes are also humans, not omnipotent gods. He could not change the world, but could only be changed by the world.

In the underground laboratory, Duke finally did not choose to install an elevator. This was his intentional evil taste. If a agent from S.H.E.L.D. or Hydra sneaks in one day, his expression will definitely be very exciting.

Flying to the ground, Duke took back his shadow clone and received his recent experimental memory, and then divided the same number of clones again to continue his research. He himself also joined the research. His identity as a PhD in biology in this world, and he also loved this career. Whether it is Carter's clone or Steve's super serum, he enjoyed research. When he was tired, he would have a cup of coffee to refresh himself.

I used to hear that Americans are very hardworking, and when Chinese people are sleeping, they are still working. At that time, Duke believed it, but after traveling through time, he realized that they were all lies. The truth is that when Americans are sleeping, Chinese people are working...

In order to speed up the process, Duke went to SHIELD to fight Qiu Feng several times and obtained a lot of experimental data of super serum. By the way, he went around the US military several times and unexpectedly obtained Banner's blood sample and a tube of green blood.

Duke was quiet in the ocean of scientific research, and suddenly a few gunshots rang in his ears. Even though he was far away from the ground, his superhuman perception could still be heard very clearly. What made him care more was that a familiar breath disappeared.

In a deep alley near the clinic, laundry detergent dealer Gold lay on the ground with his chest bleeding, dyeing most of his body red. The fatal injury was his head and there was a bullet hole in the center of his forehead.

The Alaska dog named Mark also fell to the ground, and a whimpering sound was heard in his mouth. The bullet penetrated its sideways and was extremely injured. It seemed that he was aware of his master's death, and the weak Mark's whine became more and more desolate.

Duke looked at Gold's body and remained silent for a long time. He could probably guess what happened. It was nothing more than a vendetta on the road. Gold, the cannon fodder, was abandoned. In the Great American Empire, countless people die like Gold every year, and in the gutters and alleys, they died without any trouble.

A cockroach died on the street, and no one would care about who the murderer was.

The police can collect a body at most and register it as a file, and the media is not interested in delving into it. The reason is very simple. Gold is just a poor gangster, he has no money, no power, and no value for reporting.

Gold's soul was standing beside the corpse, unable to accept the reality of death. He looked at his beloved dog in great grief and knew that the other party would soon follow him. Thinking about his daughter who was already asleep at home, Gold was full of grief and anger. He really didn't want to die, nor could he die.

"Gold, do you have any last words?" Duke looked at Gold. The other party was able to stick to the bottom line when he was poor, which shows that his character was good. Duke didn't mind helping him and adopting his dog.

"Doctor Duke, are you talking to me?" Gold was stunned. He rushed out of the alley just now, but found that no one could see him or hear him.

"Otherwise? I can't talk to the air, right?" Duke squatted beside the Alaska dog, covered the medical chakra with his right hand and quickly recovered from the gunshot wound. The dog was penetrated by a bullet, but fortunately he did not hurt his internal organs. He fainted after losing too much blood.

"I always thought you were a dentist." Gold was both excited and afraid to see Mark come back alive.

"I am indeed a dentist. You have no time left, do you have a last word?"

"My daughter, can you help me take care of her?" Gold was full of expectations.

"Sorry, I can't do anything about this. The law does not allow single men to adopt a homeless girl. I will be invited to have tea." Duke refused decisively, and then changed the subject: "But I can help her find a good family so that she can live carefree, with pocket money, Barbie dolls, and her own bedroom."

"That's so thankful, thank you very much. I really don't know how to repay you." After Duke's promise, Gold knelt on the ground. He saw Duke's ability with his own eyes and knew that the other party was not an ordinary person and would not deceive him when he was free.

"You can repay me, your soul and this Alaska are rewards." Duke shined brightly, and under the dim light, his white teeth looked extremely gloomy.

Duke could have given Gold a skeleton and resurrected him after the clone was successfully developed, but he did not do so.

"What do you want my soul to do?" Gold shuddered, as if only the devil would use human souls as bargaining chips.

"I have my own arrangements, you just need to agree. Of course, it's useless for you to disagree, it's just that I don't like to be tough." Duke first intimidated, then said kindly and tempted: "Gold, don't you want to spend more time with your daughter? Elementary school, middle school, college, after graduation, find a decent job, then find a good man to marry, and have a pair of lovely children... don't you want to verify all this with your own eyes?"

"I think, I really want to do it. Doctor Duke, where is your contract? I will sign it now..." Duke's words were extremely inspiring. Gold could not resist. He agreed without thinking, and was afraid that Duke would regret it. For his daughter, he could even abandon his dignity, let alone the soul. Even if Duke is really a devil, he would not give up this opportunity.

"I'm not a devil, where did the contract come from?" Duke patted Gold's shoulder and praised: "It's a very wise choice. Don't be so sad. Think about it on the better side, at least you can still survive. If your daughter dates a scumbag in the future, you can punch that man hard. I promise, your fists will be very powerful then!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"No need to do anything, now have a nap."

After saying that, Duke grabbed Gold's soul and pressed it into Alaska's body.
Chapter completed!