American Comics: Start With An Eye Of God

beep~beep~beep~

beep~beep~

The noisy and cumbersome trumpet sounded continuously, and a wonderful dream was suddenly shattered.

snap~

The sound of something falling to the ground was inaudible in this noisy environment.

But the moment this sound came, a clear pain woke up a person who was dreaming!

The sudden pain made the sleeping person gasp for air and slowly wake up.

The ground... is a bit hard~

Wait, why the ground?

Fall out of bed by yourself?

Stretching out his hand to touch the cold and rough ground, the confused figure slowly opened his eyes.

However, at the next moment, the eyes that had not been fully opened were forced to close under the bursts of strong light!

"What the hell are you turning on the fluorescent lights in the early morning, what a problem!"

A slightly angry voice came, and the figure who fell on the ground raised his hands to cover his face, preventing more light from hitting his eyes.

There are tiny gaps between the five fingers, and the strong light gradually weakens, giving people who have just woken up from the darkness a chance to adapt slowly.

Waiting for the eyes to gradually adapt to the strong light, the person who woke up from the dream slowly opened his eyes.

The blurry eyes suddenly became clear due to a little sleepiness, and the sudden panic is the most correct portrayal of the soul.

The ceiling, gone, the room, gone, the bed, gone.

Instead, there is a metropolis full of high-rise buildings, surrounded by shrubs, flower beds, and various entertainment facilities, proving that he is probably in an unknown park at the moment.

The brain that just woke up was shocked. After all, there were too many messages received in this short moment.

The shock of the unfamiliar environment, and the confusion of why At the moment is where it is, is enough to make any ordinary person's brain shut down.

Rubbing his dizzy brain, he looked at the park bench beside him that replaced the big soft bed. The person who woke up from sleep climbed up with one hand on the ground, and slowly sat down on the chair.

After that, fell into silence.

The brain is rapidly processing the huge amount of information collected in just a minute or two, allowing him to gradually regain his composure.

Rubbing his temples to soothe his nerves, Jing Kong, who was gradually waking up, looked at the surrounding environment and began to be dazed again.

Judging from the billboards and high-rise buildings in English, this place must not be around his house, and may even have gone abroad...

His surname is Jing, his first name is Kong, Jing Kong.

Han nationality, descendants of Yan and Huang.

Generally, people who are familiar with him basically call him Kong directly, and rarely call him by his real name.

For this reason, Jing Kong has been ridiculed since childhood...

But that's what you're used to.

Quickly sort out the status quo is the most important thing.

Looking down at the newspaper full of English and pictures that fell on the ground due to falling from the bench, Jing Kong picked it up slowly with a short body, and then spread it out.

At the top of the title page is a string of "New York Times" in bold bold typeface.

Well, although Jing Kong's English is always hovering around the pass line, he can still read and understand this stuff very easily.

New York Times~

Combined with the surrounding environment and this newspaper, there is only one truth...

Others are probably in New York~

"Are you really going abroad?" Staring at the newspaper in front of him, Jing Kong's face was full of doubts, and then there was a burst of horror:

"But, how did I come to New York? This place is a high-risk area now. Why did the country have such a good environment for me to come here?"

Not to mention the current special period, even in ordinary times, the death rate in the United States, where the folk customs are 'free', remains high.

Who loves to come to this place?

Shaking his head slightly, the diffuse thinking was gathered, and Jing Kong's thinking locked on a most critical message.

How did he get here?

It takes about 12 hours for the shortest flight from the country to fly directly to here without connecting, and there is a time difference of nearly half a day between the two places.

If it was the same day, it should still be night here now!

The most frightening thing was that he didn't have any memory of the whole process, and in his senses, it was nothing more than a normal sleep!

How was he dragged out of his home, and then put on a plane and transported here inexplicably?

Flipping through the newspapers that most of them couldn't read, Jing Kong was looking for the most critical time clue.

As long as the time is determined and there is evidence to follow, then we will not get into a dead end.

After flipping through the newspaper back and forth, Jing Kong narrowed his eyes slightly.

The time was found, but apparently, Jing Kong was a little unbelievable.

January 3, 2009.

What the hell kind of time is this?

Isn't yesterday June 7, 2021?

This newspaper is fake?

Why go back twelve years?

Jing Kong raised his eyes and glanced around, and finally locked his eyes on the large external screen of a certain building.

After skipping many useless messages, a message that quickly scrolled past caught Jing Kong's attention.

January 4, 2009~

"I... Is it possible that I have time-traveled?" After reconfirming the time point on the big screen, Jing Kong slowly lowered his head and raised his hand to rub his swollen forehead.

"I crossed over?"

It couldn't be a hoax, and it couldn't be an accident.

If the media can be wrong, can the newspapers be wrong too?

The papers were wrong...how did he come to New York?

This doesn't make any sense, who can spend so much effort to tease an ordinary commoner like him with such leisure?

Nothing good~

Although there are still doubts in his heart, Jing Kong has to accept the most likely fact at present!

Well, judging from the results, he seems to have time-traveled!

As if thinking of something, Jing Kong, who was in deep thought, suddenly got up and rushed out along the road in the middle of the park.

Not far from the park, the pace paused slightly.

On the glass of the shop next to the street, there is a shadow that is not very clear.

Although it is not very clear, it is obvious that it is as handsome as the readers' gentlemen!

Raising his hand to touch his face, Jing Kong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm still the same me, at least I'm not wearing a soul, and my body hasn't become smaller or weird~"

"Otherwise I will have to face that super problem~"

After soul transmigration, there is a female ticket wife, who is the one who loves whom?

This problem is very serious.

After calming down a bit, Jing Kong, who had lost his target, squatted aside, raised his hands and rubbed his headache-like head.

I didn't feel too excited before, but after calming down, I just felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, as if someone hit me with a stick.

After she calmed down completely and the pain caused by her brain eased a little, Jing Kong couldn't help but start to seriously think about the next course of action!

He is currently alone, with nothing but this suit.

I can only say that luckily when I got home yesterday, I was too tired and lay down on the bed without taking off my clothes.

Otherwise, he probably only has a pair of underwear on his body now, and I'm afraid he will be arrested as a pervert.

I searched all my pockets, no mobile phone, no passport, no ID card, and no damn green card~

I am not very proficient in English, barely pass, communication is a big problem!

Most importantly...he's hungry and has no money!

"I won't be the first traverser to be starved to death in history, will I?"

"That would be too embarrassing~"

After rubbing his chin and thinking for a moment, Jing Kong simply sat down on the ground and began to rack his brains to think about the next way out.

I'm not familiar with the place, I don't have anything, and I don't know which direction Chinatown is...

What can he do?

"Traveling... In terms of universal rationality, don't they all have Gold Finger?"

Diffuse thinking suddenly grasped the point, Jing Kong began to look forward to it, if there is such a thing as Gold Finger, maybe it can solve his current predicament~

Jing Kong, who could not find a better way out, began to try.

Anyway, there is no way now, so take some time to try it out without any delay~

I tried all kinds of ways to wake up Gold Finger, but the result was disappointing.

Nothing changes!

"Oh~ bad luck~ bad luck~ bad luck~"

"Got~" Jing Kong, who was about to give up, sighed: "This is the end of the second disease, let's be realistic~"

Calling "unlucky" three times in a row, Jing Kong looked around with slightly disappointed eyes.

Just about to look away, Jing Kong's head suddenly froze.

The line of sight is drawn infinitely closer, and everything around becomes blurred.

As if something... appeared on his retina?

The consciousness was highly concentrated, Jing Kong only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and the two light spots magnified infinitely until his consciousness was completely engulfed.

When Jing Kong regained consciousness, the wide streets and buildings lined up had disappeared, replaced by a scene like a star Jing Kong.

And right in the center of the line of sight, there are only two things.

A portal with a blue shimmer, an ancient stone platform carved with mysterious runes.

As soon as the consciousness came into contact, two messages were printed into Jing Kong's consciousness involuntarily, which were the names and functions of these two objects.

"Zhoutian portal, Chaos synthesis platform?"

"Do I really have a Gold Finger?"

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