Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

The streets are getting more festive, and Hell's Kitchen is no exception.

With the return of Frank Castle, Coulson and Murdoch would come to the hotel for a drink from time to time. Coupled with the fancy Christmas decorations, the Mulgore Hotel was also unusually lively.

Early on Christmas Eve, Frank sat at the counter, drinking, shaking his head and sighing.

"What's the matter, Frank?" Kaus yawned and walked down the stairs, rummaging through the counter, ready to find some cheese to fill his stomach.

"It's so abnormal. I haven't heard any explosions or gunshots since I came back, and even the wild dogs on the roadside rarely bark..." Frank started with the tone of the old punisher, "Is this still Hell's Kitchen? Why? I think this is in some desolate and remote countryside?"

"Who would cause trouble on Christmas?" Kaus felt that the characteristics of this guy's veteran syndrome were becoming more and more obvious. Does Hell's Kitchen have to be filled with wars, smoke, and shooting with rocket launchers to be considered normal?

Suddenly there was a huge explosion outside, and Kaus was suddenly speechless.

Frank breathed a long sigh of relief, drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, and nodded to Kausi energetically, "This is the damn atmosphere you want!"

Hell's Kitchen's special carnival, after being quiet for a long time, was finally staged with great fanfare.

"Merry Christmas! Little Italian bastards!" On the roof not far away, an old red-necked man with gray hair laughed crazily while throwing grenades outside.

Several stray bullets exploded around him, and the fragments scratched scars on his arms and shoulders, but they still couldn't stop the old guy from skillfully setting up the machine gun and firing a round of fire.

"The gangsters in Hell's Kitchen are very dedicated!" Erica, who came back from a ride outside, led the zebra into the garage next door, and then walked back to the hotel lobby through the corridor.

"What are they doing? Aren't they all busy catching vampires?" Kausu asked curiously.

"Where did the vampire come from?" Erica asked in surprise, "Hasn't it already been captured?"

In some respects, gang execution is the highest among all social groups (organizations). Although I don’t know the situation in dozens of other states in the United States, in New York State, Kingpin’s men have wiped out all the vampires. Even if a few are lucky enough to escape the gang’s sweep, hundreds of thousands have already escaped. Eight thousand miles away.

After settling a large purchase fee with Stark Industries, these gangsters who had nothing to do and had nowhere to vent their energy began to play daily land grab games, drug trafficking, arms trading, and smuggling goods, whether they were gangsters or gangsters. Fighting for share, even a small friction will lead to a big fight between the two gangs.

After listening to Erica's explanation, Kausi no longer knew how to evaluate it. He could only shake his head and asked: "What is this guy Kingpin doing? I haven't seen him in some days!"

"Business building connections, I heard he is planning to run for state assembly..."

A notorious and bloody gang leader running for Congress?

Very good, very American!

While several people were chatting, a slightly embarrassed woman broke into the hotel and huddled behind the wall. She looked outside nervously and found that no one was chasing her, and there were no signs of bullets or artillery fire. , then he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

She is about 5 feet 6 inches tall, has long flaxen hair, dark blue eyes like a pool of clear spring water, and has the temperament of a classic beauty. But Kausu always felt that she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere...

"Sorry!" She turned her head and saw that everyone in the hotel was focusing on her, and smiled shyly, "I just walked here, and then a gunfight broke out nearby, so... I will leave as soon as the gunfight is over! "

"Who walks in Hell's Kitchen?" Frank stared at her with suspicion, especially on her hands for a long time. Then he turned his head and exchanged glances with Erica.

"This is Hell's Kitchen?" The woman seemed a little surprised, but she laughed bitterly to herself, "I didn't expect that I would go so far!"

"Where did you come from?" Erica shook her head at Frank, indicating that she had never seen this woman before.

“Harlem!”

Harlem is located in the northern part of Manhattan, adjacent to Hell's Kitchen, so this explanation makes sense. Several people looked at each other and accepted this statement.

"Why don't you come and have a drink!" Kausu finally did not forget his responsibilities as an innkeeper. He muttered with some dissatisfaction, "This battle can't stop for a while, and usually lasts for an hour or two or even longer. Commander, I think you can have a drink now and wait for the battle to end."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded and walked over lightly on tiptoes.

"Juice or milk?" Kausu asked casually.

"I want to drink some beer..."

This played into Cauvus's plan. In Mulgore Hotel, light beer was the least expensive product. Ever since the [Brew Festival Keg] was refreshed in the basement, beer has become cheaper than tap water.

"If you stay, beer is free; if you just drink, it's $5 a glass."

Cauvus pointed at the price list hanging on the wall thoughtfully.

"OK!"

The woman took the wine glass and looked at the people in the hall with some embarrassment. She felt that the boss in front of her seemed to be more talkative: "I've always heard that Hell's Kitchen is a mess, but I didn't expect it to be really like this."

"Get used to it!"

The more Kaus looked at it, the more he felt that this woman looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. He casually responded, "There are gangs and gangsters everywhere here, but don't worry, they usually don't kill people casually. If someone If you want to rob someone, just give them your money."

"Aren't there any police officers?"

"There's not much difference between the cops and the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen."

"Oh, this is really terrible..."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Frank thought that this was probably a good girl who was well protected by her family. He said hello to Kaus, stood up and walked towards his room.

After finishing the beer, the gunshots outside became sparse, until they finally stopped completely, and the streets returned to deathly silence.

"I think it's time for me to go." The woman put down the empty wine glass, "Thank you for the wine, it makes me feel a lot better. Merry Christmas!"

"You're welcome!" Kausi was also about to end the chat, "Merry Christmas!"

A phone rang suddenly. The woman smiled apologetically at Kausi, answered the call, stood up and walked out.

"Betty, where are you..."

There was some sound leakage from the microphone, but Kausu couldn't hear the sound behind it clearly.

He suddenly remembered, no wonder this woman looked familiar, because she looked very similar to a beautiful woman named Liv Tyler.

Think of the name "Betty" on the microphone...

Really, the Hulk’s girlfriend, General Ross’s daughter, the female Red Giant—Betty Ross!