The Collection of The End

Hell's Kitchen, second floor of Sea Restaurant.

"What menu are you looking at?" I threw the menu that Caroline handed over with a smile on the table: "Make a copy of everything on it and serve it."

Although it is called a restaurant on the sea, the image is very different from the original version from One Piece. It uses a conventional yacht shape. It is divided into three floors, lobby, private rooms and guest rooms. The tasks of work and residence are solved together.

Yes, we can also sell small cakes.

"Wow, Xiaojing, you seem to be here to cause trouble." Caroline, wearing a women's black suit, was operating on her ordering tablet for a while, and soon the sound of the stove came from the direction of the kitchen. The sound of ignition and range hood starting.

"This is called taking care of business. Opening a new restaurant in Hell's Kitchen. If there is no backstage, ordinary people would not dare to enter." Max, who was wearing the same style but pure white next to him, answered: "Xiaojing is here for such a trip, ordinary people." The little shrimp won’t dare to come and cause trouble—the only ones that come will be big fish who have a grudge against the Fisk family.”

"Maybe a superhero." Caroline spread her hands.

"Then he or she will realize that you are actually good people, laying the foundation for completing the subsequent tasks," I continued: "Oh, the work and residence should be completed, right?"

"Let me tell you, this setting is unreasonable. These two tasks need to be maintained. After Iron Man smashed the restaurant where we worked, the completed tasks turned back to 'unfinished'," Caroline hummed: "Xiaojing, you are a senior person, do you know where to complain to the Lord?"

Who is in the hall? Sue me? 】

'Theoretically speaking, the person she is complaining about is actually Luo Shen. ’

So do you accept complaints? 】

'Of course - dismissed on the spot. ’

"Rather than complaining, have you ever thought that more than just the first two will be 'cancelled'?" I clicked on the multi-purpose tool and brought up the task panel to show them: "For example, these two, 'will be revoked' A superhero's reputation increases to Friendly' and 'Join a superhero's team'."

"..." Caroline and Max stayed for two seconds and said in unison: "'Civil War'?"

"There is no reputation in the movie," I knocked on the table: "But the Avengers were disbanded at that time, and the relationship between Iron Man and Captain America may have dropped to a negative value."

"So we have to stop Ultron from destroying the country whose name I don't remember, so that the real-name registration law will not be born?" Max crossed his arms.

"It's Sokovia and the Sokovia Accords," Caroline frowned: "But it's not easy to handle."

It is indeed difficult to handle, because the whole series is connected together, and there is no way to prevent one incident alone.

The Chitauri are Thanos' vanguard, and there is no way to stop them on Earth.

And Ultron was created by Iron Man to deal with numerous enemies like the Chitauri. Trying to persuade a Stark to give up his idea is tantamount to stopping Loki from pondering the conspiracy.

Even if the Ultron incident did not destroy Sokovia, the disaster it caused would inevitably lead to the emergence of another "agreement" with a different name.

Then came Civil War, with the Avengers fighting to pieces.

Finally, Thanos comes to snatch the gems, snaps his fingers, and the game ends.

Because everyone was thinking about countermeasures - I pretended - the scene became quiet for a while.

"Uh, boss? Are you serving the food now?" Red-footed Zhepu came out with a tray, blinked in confusion, and asked.

Red-footed Zepp and Black-footed Sanji were recruited simply to adapt to this environment. The request I made to Kingpin at that time was that the food should be delicious and the legs must be strong, and such outrageous requirements can actually be found. Should this person be said to be worthy of being the godfather of all-American gangs?

"Come on, come on," Caroline waved her hand, then looked at me: "Xiaojing, you have stipulated by yourself, 'No food is wasted'."

"Of course not," I raised my hand and pressed my ears: "Let the brothers outside come in to eat, and there is no need to arrange people to guard the outside. How come there are still people in Hell's Kitchen who dare to attack me?"

"Domineering." Caroline gave me a thumbs up.

"Bawang color domineering? That skill is not useful here. When gangs fight, you have to consider whether you will stun your own people." I put down my hand: "The same goes for seeing, hearing and color. The opponent is too weak and has no room to show off. Only the armed colors are more practical."

Did you really not understand? 】

‘It’s called maintaining a persona. ’

"Hmm..." Caroline took back her hand and touched her nose.

"Okay, Xiaojing naturally can't stay here for more than a day or two," Max pulled her to sit down: "It seems that the Fisk family has reserved the venue today, so we don't have to entertain it, right?"

"Well, you just need to sit here and let them recognize you," I knocked on the table: "After all, you are carrying the Fisk family's warehouse. I have to show that you have been 'recruited' instead of pretending to be wooed and waiting for an opportunity. Get rid of them - after all, there are many fools who mess up things by guessing what the leaders want."

"It's obviously 'pull the water'." Caroline laughed.

Click, click, click.

At this time, a group of men and women wearing black suits and sunglasses poured into the restaurant and each found a table to sit down. They were relatively quiet at first, but after the chef and waiter served them the food, they began to talk to each other. Conversation, buzzing.

"All my men are in black suits, but you are the only one wearing a white dress. Oh, it seems that Kingpin also wears a white dress." Caroline looked at them from a distance and said.

"I actually modeled it after the costume of 'Magic Kaito'," I tapped the white top hat hanging on the shelf with my short cane, "because I really couldn't think of what kind of costume to design when I imported it."

Turning a stupid system into a cane that can be banged around very reasonably is a stroke of genius.

At that time, I clearly insisted on being a ‘Watson’. 】

‘That’s obviously from Baima Tanjia, and it wouldn’t be normal to beat up a pet eagle for nothing. ’

Then don't fight! 】

"Well, as expected of a senior person, he can also manipulate people. We can only use the template of 'bankrupt sisters'." Max said.

"You can design a 'superhero uniform' for yourself in advance, and I'll have it made later." I knocked on the table with my stick: "But the Fisk family's technological strength is definitely not as good as Iron Man's, and they will probably be ridiculed if they meet one."

"Hmm... hero uniform?" Caroline rolled her eyes: "What's going on with Little Spider now? No, I should ask if there is a Peter Parker in this world?"

"I'm not sure about this, but..." I pointed outside the restaurant: "The entire underground black boxing in Hell's Kitchen has been integrated by the Fisk family. If a weirdo dressed as a spider participates, we will be able to do it right away. Know."

"That's good...well, what will Uncle Ben do in this case? If he is saved, Spider-Man will not appear?" Caroline scratched her head.

"Don't ask me, I can definitely interfere, but the specifics of how to do it depends on you who are familiar with the plot." I spread my hands.

"Hmm..." Max also started to think.

The initial idea... is to use the Steins;Gate rescuer to help Uncle Ben, but the details have yet to be worked out.