marvel summoner

Time: 15:47 on January 7, 1993;

Location: Marvel Earth, America, capital Washington DC;

Character: Diwan Chen, who has just traveled for 3 days;

As one of the lucky army of time travelers, Tiwan did not gain any benefits because of the "passing people".

At this time, he stared at a garbage pile surrounded by three or two stray dogs with hungry and disgusting eyes, and was struggling with intense thoughts.

Brain: Can't eat it! This is the Marvel Universe without garbage sorting in the 19th century, and maybe there are more "energetic" things mixed in!

Body: You have been hungry for 3 days. If you don’t eat, you can consider traveling through time next time.

Mouth: The saliva has been secreted and can be assisted in swallowing at any time.

Stomach: The stomach acid is ready and can break down food at any time.

Summary: No matter how bad garbage is classified, it’s all done if you eat it!

The final conclusion was drawn,

Tiwan could no longer bear the persecution of hunger. With his empty steps, he carefully walked around the stray dog ​​that might be protected by food, and pulled out a piece of black bread that he had already been eyeing him at the other corner of the garbage dump.

In his previous life, Tiwan would not have looked at the "food" at all, but now he is eating it voraciously, as if he is afraid that he will be taken away by stray dogs if he eats it too late.

In fact, stray dogs were also very afraid of him, a "human", and they all fled to the depths of the alley with the "food" at their mouths in their mouths.

This made Diwan's eyes lit up.

Get up and come to the original location where the stray dogs gather, and search for more "food" to fill in their empty stomachs.

Eat as you eat,

Tiwan couldn't help but retching, and the "food" that had finally been forced to be spit out again.

These abandoned "foods" are already problematic, and the smell of the garbage pile is soaked, it simply challenges the limits of ordinary people's taste buds.

While vomiting, Tiwan couldn't help but shed tears of sadness.

Why!

He was not in conflict with traveling through time, and there was not much worth nostalgic in his previous life.

But why is it worn by flesh rather than soul?

There is no birth record, no proof of identity, and even no trace of existence in this world.

He is a "stateless black householder". Not to mention in the United States, even other countries will not accept him.

What's worse is,

Because of unknown reasons, his body shrank from a 27-year-old Chinese American to a 10-year-old boy.

The black household, stateless and labor-powered, is why Tiwan was so hungry that he wanted to seize food with stray dogs.

He is simply the worst time traveler.

After spitting out all the things he had just eaten into his stomach, Tiwan retching for a while, and had to force his weak body to continue looking for "food" in the garbage dump.

Unfortunately,

This time he searched for a long time but couldn't find any "food".

Can't help but,

Tiwan turned his eyes to the pile of vomit on the ground that had just "in and out" from his mouth. What made him desperate was that he didn't feel much nausea, and he couldn't help swallowing...

Just as Tivan was driven by hunger and could not help but take steps,

Suddenly he felt his neck tighten, and then a picture appeared in front of him, looking like a middle-aged white male face that looked like a good man.

He actually picked up Tiwan with one hand!

It can be seen how thin Tiwan is now.

The middle-aged white man's cold eyes swept his dirty face and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Not bad." The middle-aged white man's mouth curled slightly: "I look pretty good, I should be able to sell for a good price."

Said,

The middle-aged white man shook Diwan on his shoulder, carried him out directly, and soothed his mouth skillfully: "Hey, uncle takes you to eat delicious food, how about hot dogs?"

Hearing the word "hot dog", Tiwan finally threw the paralyzed "unnamed object" out of his mind, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva...

wrong!

He didn't know this middle-aged white man at all, and the sentence "selling a good one to increase money" just now seemed to reveal his purpose...

Human trafficker!

I believe you, you are a middle-aged uncle, you are so bad that you actually want to sell me!

Tiwan was angry and wanted to resist, but after comparing the combat power of both sides, he could only respond with a faint "hmm".

This indifferent reaction made the middle-aged white man pause and then continued to strode to the road.

Regardless of whether the child has any problems, even if he is a fool, as long as he doesn't cause trouble, it will be his business after the money is cleared.

If you are a fool, you may be at the price...

Did Tiwan really give up on struggling?

No, he is looking for opportunities.

Although he was very panicked, his little eyes kept glancing around.

There is only one chance to ask for help. He must force himself to calm down in order to seize the most critical moment to speak out.

But it is obviously not the first time that middle-aged white men have done this. They walk through alleys along the way. Even if they occasionally enter the block, they are still rare in the city, let alone patrol police.

Seeing that as time passed, the possibility of being rescued became smaller and smaller, Tiwan became more and more panicked.

Why don’t you just call for help?

If there is a superhero with a sense of justice...

Let me think about what superheroes are there in Marvel in the 19th century...

Nothing at all!

Where will I be sold? Will I be trained to be a duck with my potential?

But I am too young and have not even developed. It takes several years to be a duck and I can't do much physical work. I can use it for experiments to "take a job" directly...

With a lot of thoughts in his mind, a voice woke him up, who was becoming more and more desperate.

"Hey guy, do you want to buy some clothes? These are all taken directly from the factory, so no one is wearing them. How about dealing with them at a cheap price?"

Tiwan Xunsheng looked at him and saw hanging coats fluttering in the wind.

Based on the sound just now, it is not difficult to guess that this is a stall owner selling...

etc!

Tiwan suddenly realized that this might be an opportunity, so he immediately reached out and grabbed a corner of the coat beside him, tightening the glimmer of life.

Crazy

Fortunately, the shelf of the jacket was not firm. After being grabbed by Tiwan, a large area fell down after being pulled by the middle-aged white man.

Now the stall owner can do it?

"Stop you *&%￥#!" The stall owner gave a series of greetings: "You have all dirty these clothes, you have to buy them!"

Tiwan looked up at the owner who was breathing fragrance. Sure enough, he was a black man. The rap-like greeting just now was really impossible without racial talent.

Look at the black man's naked arms and a large area of ​​colorful necks, which looks like a person who calms down.

This matter is entrusted.

The sudden mutation forced the middle-aged white man to stop, and Diwan's heart was even more joyful.

right!

That's it!

Next, you two should start arguing, it is best to start a fight with one disagreement.

You can't fight with people at that time, right?

I must put him down.

Once his feet fall to the ground, can Tiwan still watch the two of them decide the outcome?

Of course, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, so he should quickly slip away with oil on his feet.

After Mimi planned everything, Tiwan began to save his little energy and looked forward to it.

But,

This middle-aged white man didn't play by the rules. He glanced at the clothes that fell all over the floor and did not argue with the black stall owner more.

“How much does cleaning cost?”

Tivan's eyes widened, full of incredibility and despair.

Looking at such a big person, why are you so afraid of trouble?

"Hey, these are all taken by big manufacturers, I have to calculate carefully." The black stall owner was arrogant and said: "Do you understand famous brands? The cost is not low. And you have to buy at least a few items, you can do it yourself.

Wear it."

The black stall owner's greed made Diwan happy. That's it! The lion spoke fiercely!

But the middle-aged white man's next sentence made Di Wan feel depressed: "Are you sure these are valuable? I wonder how much our Jack-Boss is worth?"

Don't know who "Boss Jack" is,

But the black stall owner stopped in an instant and said weakly: "Since he is Boss Jack's friend, then forget it this time, be careful next time you walk."

How can you be timid? Are you worthy of your big flower arm? Are you worthy of your black talent? Are you worthy of my planning?

Greetings to your mother for me!

Seeing that things were really solved so "pleasantly", Tiwan was extremely desperate. The script was not written like this!

There is nothing I can do, and at this time I can only take a gamble!

Tiwan gritted his teeth and shouted hard: "Help! Help! Someone has kidnapped the child! My father has money! Whoever saves me I will give him 100,000 US dollars! Save..."

Before Diwanduo could shout, the heavy blow on his back made him faint in pain.

This middle-aged white man is really not merciless at all!

The severe pain almost cut off Di Wan's contact with the outside world, and he could only vaguely hear some words.

“………How is this….”

"......... You should not be careful... Get out!"

“mpdc!………the person in front……”

"Fake! You...Jack..."

....

final,

In the intermittent vocabulary, Tiwanchen finally couldn't stand it and fainted with a hint of despair.

It is stuffy, noisy, and the stinky smell is filled with a pungent smell of smoke.

But what finally awakened Tiwan was still the familiar and unfamiliar instant noodles!

After two days of hunger, Diwan instantly opened his heavy eyelids. When he wanted to sit up and find the source of the fragrance, his neck suddenly made a "plash".

"Hiss and pain!"

Tiwan covered the back of his neck and lay back, grinning and kept sucking in the cold air and crying for pain.

The memories before the coma surged into his heart like a tide, and the despair that was still fresh made him forget the severe pain on his neck for a short time.

Is his trip to Marvel to end like this?

Without giving Diwan more time to observe, a tone of concern sounded.

"You're awake." An Asian in police uniform entered his sight and asked with concern: "Is your neck hurting? That bastard is really heavy, but fortunately there is no problem with his bones."

Tiwan still didn't react, so he forced himself to sit up and looked around, and found that he was in the police station now.

Is this...saved?

Since I'm in the police station, I think it's okay... It's a ghost!

He is now a black household that is so dark that he can't be black anymore. When he comes into the police station, he just falls into a trap. Who knows what he will do?

Deported back to China?

Where is his country?

There was no evidence that could prove his existence even two days ago!

As for gold fingers and so on...

What is that? Can it be eaten?

It doesn't exist at all!

Just as Tiwan was panicking about his identity, he suddenly felt the top of his head covered by gentle palms, and a cold temperature came from the back of his neck, barely covering the pain.

He raised his head slightly with difficulty.

The Asian policeman who spoke just now touched his head with his left hand and his right hand reached the back of his neck, probably holding something like an ice bag.

"Don't be nervous, it's okay." The Asian policeman's voice was very gentle: "We arrived in time. You were not hurt more. We will help you. If you are hungry, come and have something to eat."

While speaking,

The Asian policeman pulled out his left hand and took out a stainless steel prototype lunch box behind him, and placed it on a chair hooked with his calf. During the process, he kept holding the ice bag with his right hand and did not move.

"Gurl!"

His eyes were staring at the instant noodles in the stainless steel round lunch box. The seductive fragrance stimulated him to secrete a lot of saliva. His stomach, which had not eaten for two days, immediately made a "gurgling" sound.

Tiwan didn't care whether it was hot or not. After trying to pick up the lunch box, he directly endured the pain and bent over and stuffed it into his mouth with a fork.

It’s light to eat the scene with wolf.

"Schindler, you shouldn't care about this wandering devil." A dissatisfied voice suddenly came: "That person is Jack's man. If you ruin someone's good things this time, you will definitely have trouble in the future."

"Hoffman is fine, at most, just a few warnings." The Asian policeman in front of Tiwan, Schindler, responded quickly: "It's very late, you can get off work quickly, and you will have to work tomorrow morning."

"It's really..." Hoffman muttered dissatisfied: "Schindler, you can't help everyone, please take care of yourself!"

"I know, I know, I won't be an example."

"Hey, you always say that."

"This is the last time, I promise."

"You said so last time!"

"Ahh? Then this is the last time."

"You...I shouldn't care about you! It's time to remind me that I can be implicated in trouble. Also, I don't want to see that wandering little guy tomorrow."

In a brief conversation between the two,

Tiwan poured a lunch box of instant noodles and soup into his stomach. When he raised his head, he could only see Hoffman's back. Judging from the complexion of his arms, he was a black man.

"Don't care what he said, it's just a small matter." Schindler comforted again: "Little guy, do you know how to get to your house?"

Tiwan: "..."

Apart from keeping silent, Tiwan didn't know what to say.

You can't admit that you are a black householder, right?

As for help, the police have done their best to offend the gangster for leaving the tiger's mouth. No matter how many of them are, they are their parents, and they have no responsibility or obligation.

During Tiwan's silence, Schindler also made up for a lot of things himself and sighed slightly.

"Another..." Schindler touched Tiwan's greasy hair and whispered: "I can try to contact a children's welfare home for you, but you have to tell me some of your information, name, birth

If there is no information, no one will accept you.”

Tivan continued to remain silent, not even daring to look up at Schindler.

So why is he a slut, a bastard!

It would be great if the soul was worn! Even if you travel to the opposite sex...

Tiwan's "uncooperation" attitude made Schindler a little helpless, but he still patiently persuaded him again.

"Don't you know the birth information? Then what do you know? Tell me something as much as possible. Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I'm mpdc!"

mpdc, abbreviation of the Washington DC Police Department.

Tiwan: "..."

Apart from silence, Tivan didn't seem to know how to respond.

This time Schindler did not speak anymore, but fell silent.

After a few minutes,

Just when Tivan thought he was going to be given up,

Schindler patted Tiwan on the shoulder and said, "It is normal to be vigilant after experiencing that situation. I'll take you home and take a shower first. You can think about it at night and talk about the others tomorrow."

Tiwan said "um" this time, and then added, "Tiwan Chen, this is my name."

"Chen? Do you have Chinese ancestry?" Schindler was a little surprised: "I turned out to be a fellow countryman, and my mother is also Chinese. Let's go, she will definitely welcome you very much. It is not necessarily true that she can get less scolded this time...

..”

Schindler said it lightly, but he was still heard by Tivan, who had sharp ears.

This time? Reduce scolding?

Combined with the previous conversation between the black police, it seems that Schindler often "brings" people to his home.

It's really...a really a good person!

Schindler's home is very close to returning to the police station.

Schindler arrived in less than ten minutes with Tiwan in his arms. Schindler's white father and Chinese mother were also at home.

Although Schindler's father was frowned and not very welcomed, he did not say anything more.

Schindler's mother,

After learning about Tiwan's identity as a Chinese, his already gentle smile became more and more kind. He was busy letting Tiwan wash and fall asleep with a soft quilt after washing.

Although I was just sleeping on the sofa in the living room, I was content with Tiwan, who had been frightened in the past two days.

That night,

Tiwan finally had time to think a lot, and after coming to this world for the first time, he slept sweetly.

No dreams all night.

When Tiwan got up the next day, Schindler's parents and Schindler were already going to work.

His nose moved, and he looked at the table not far away, with a sandwich breakfast on it, and a note under the plate.

Tiwan didn't care about brushing his teeth, and looked at notes while eating sandwiches.

"Tiwan, I'm on patrol this morning. I hope to see you Oscar Schindler when I come back at noon."

Just letting the stranger stay at his house with such confidence?

Tiwan looked up at the empty living room and blinked hard, trying to squeeze out the sand that had just flew into.

"It's so easy to trust others, I'm really... quite a good person! But sorry, I still can't tell the truth."

"Please forgive my lies, after all...I'm just a child!"

"At least physically..."

Schindler returned at noon as scheduled and brought a hamburger.

Tiwan swallowed, but still took the lead in opening the point: "I remember that I have relatives in Washington DC, whose name is Nicholas Joseph Fury, an agent of the Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau."

Schindler blinked in confusion: "...sorry, it's too long, I didn't hear clearly. What's the game you said?"

(Extra 1 of the plot docking on the timeline)

Time back to the present,

Fury: "Just half an hour ago, Oscar Schindled died and someone put a bomb in his car."

When Diwan heard this, his pupils shrank, and his mind was a little confused.

He originally planned to visit him these days, but... Schindled to death?

"Click!"

Di Wan, who was out of control, could not control his mind power. The ballpoint pen in his hand was crushed directly. The tide-like mind power suddenly burst out with his mental power, pushing the table, chair, documents, and cups around him hard.

Stay away from his direction.

Strangely,

Fury stood not far from Tiwan. Although the black windbreaker was washed at a right angle by the mind force, Fury himself stood still.

A large amount of debris hit the tempered glass of the floor-to-ceiling window like raindrops, and the crisscrossing cracks were like spider webs, and finally reached a certain critical point...

"Crazy la la la"

The tempered glass finally couldn't resist Diwan's anger and shattered, and the various debris piled up on it were tilted out the window.

At the same time as the day,

The door was knocked open and Starville rushed in with a small pistol.

But before he could see clearly, the small pistol in his hand had already flew out, hanging in the air in front of him and pointed the gun at him.

What's even more strange is that

Several groups of yellow sand appeared beside him, gathered into several gun-carried soldiers, and stopped an "employee" who rushed in from behind.

"Bang bang bang!"

The "employee" actually shot without hesitation, which is definitely not a reaction that ordinary people should have.

"Go out!" But Fury shouted: "Go out! Without my order, you are not allowed to come in!"

Sitterville and the later "employees" were a little hesitant, and the room didn't look safe no matter how it looked...

Seeing this, Fury's face darkened and roared in a low voice: "I order you to go out!"

Later people did not know Fury's identity, but Sitterville knew it.

He turned around and left, and took away other "employees" who arrived one after another.

Fury didn't pay attention to them, but looked at the sand soldiers and pistols who remained in their original state, with a little guilt on his face.

He understood Oscar Schindler's position in Tiwan's heart, and even more so the impact of this news on him.

"I'm asking for this." Tiwan's voice was trembling violently. He was trying hard to restrain some impulse: "I'll ask you to take care of this person and ask you for this matter. Now, you tell me

Is he dead?"

“…I’m sorry.”

Although there were dereliction of duty by subordinate employees, he could not explain at this moment, and he could not do anything except apologize.

Tiwan didn't speak anymore. He looked ahead with bloodshot eyes without focal length, and could not turn around for a long time.

Fury stood there silently, wasting precious time as if bored.

After ten minutes,

Tiwan's scattered eyes froze, and he looked directly at Fury and said word by word: "Tell me, the list of all the people involved!"

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ps: The story about "Oscar Schindler" was originally planned to be written as an extra chapter, but after thinking about it, I decided to put it in the main text.

ps: 6100+ words, basic + additional ~

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