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In the early morning in New York, a ray of light shone through the gap in the curtains, and Schiller, who was still sleeping, was awakened by the sound of the symbiote.

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I want to eat brains...eat one brain, eat two brains, eat three brains..."

Schiller sat up from the bed helplessly and said, "Are you still hungry?"

The symbiote ignored him and just hummed there alone. Schiller got up to wash up. The symbiote asked: "Aren't they coming?"

"who?"

"Those brains."

Co-authored superheroes are just brains in your eyes?

But if you insist on saying so, there is no problem. After all, there are not many superheroes with brains, and most of them have gathered here.

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I want to eat the blue-eyed brain first, and save the brown-eyed brain for the next day..."

Schiller discovered that the symbiote did seem to be hungry. He kept conveying a feeling of hunger to Schiller's mind through brain waves, making Schiller a little hungry.

He walked to the kitchen first, opened the refrigerator door, took some chocolate and took it out to eat, but the symbiote had no intention of stopping crying about being hungry.

What made Schiller a little confused was that he stayed in DC for a longer time this time. As a result, on the night when he met the godfather, he was almost sleepy and delirious.

Schiller is not a person who sleeps a lot. When he is working, he relies on coffee to stay awake. He can only sleep 4 hours a day. This state can last for a week without feeling sleepy.

But the day before he came to Marvel, he was full of exhaustion and sleepiness just because he had not slept with Gordon for a day. This made Schiller couldn't help but think of his ability to travel between two worlds. This kind of Where does ability come from? What are the restrictions?

After thinking for a while, Schiller found that he could not get the answer from the existing clues, so he decided to solve the problem of the symbiote crying hungry first.

The symbiote wants to eat brains. Schiller actually doesn't mind finding the brains of a few criminals in Hell's Kitchen to eat. He's not Batman, and he doesn't follow any no-kill laws. Anyway, Hell's Kitchen is a hellish place, although it's not as good as Gotham, but If you want to find a few extremely vicious gangsters, you can find them.

"Would you bite someone's head off?"

"Do you want me to do this?"

"No, of course not. You have to know that dining is etiquette. We can't be so bloody. It's too uncivilized. You can just get into their heads and eat the brains, but don't make it bloody. …”

"Okay, that's okay..."

He really wanted to bite his head off!

Schiller thought that all symbiotes had an ancestor, so they were all surprisingly similar in some ways.

Schiller got dressed and went out, planning to walk around Hell's Kitchen to see if he could meet some unlucky guys who were robbing.

Although Hell's Kitchen is not as rich in people and simple folk customs as Gotham, it is not bad either.

As soon as Schiller walked to the convenience store on the corner, he saw a man wearing a black down jacket with his hands in his pockets walking in. He could vaguely feel his current emotions through telepathy. Schiller stared at him from across the street. He, sure enough, pulled a pistol out of his pocket and pointed it at the boss behind the counter.

Just as Schiller was about to walk over, he saw the store owner taking out a bigger gun from under the counter and pointing it at the robber. The unlucky robber raised his hands and backed away slowly, running out of the store in a hurry. .

Well, it seems that he was not very lucky. The first robber he met was a stupid thief, and he was still a novice. He dared to rob in Hell's Kitchen with only a pistol. It would be strange if he didn't get beaten. .

Schiller walked on, crossing a small bridge over a drainage ditch and passing through the back of an old clothing store.

Hell's Kitchen is somewhat similar to Gotham. Although they are chaotic, evil, and full of criminals, they also have a charming vitality and vitality.

Not far from the Schiller Clinic, there is a famous graffiti street. All the buildings here are colorful in style. The structure of the houses looks like they are stacked with various colorful containers. The alleys are narrow and It is small, and the various stores are full of the retro style of the 1930s. Even the hot dog stall and the hot dog cart are made of iron sheds, and the body is covered with all kinds of exaggerated colorful graffiti.

I have to say that this colorful style appears in such a slum. It seems ridiculous when you think about it carefully, but it looks very harmonious. Compared with Gotham, it is much sunnier and more energetic.

If there are too many people in the city of Gotham who are trapped by evil and sin, and there are too many souls who struggle to survive by committing crimes, then in Hell's Kitchen, in addition to criminals, there are many who do not want to be bound by the world and take the initiative to escape. Rebels in an ordered society live freely and happily here, bringing unique vitality to this place.

There was a "crack" sound on the iron plate, and the hot dog was turned over. A young man wearing an orange and red apron with brown skin and blue eyes raised the shovel in his hand, then turned his head and quickly picked up the potato wedges. After picking it up, he said briskly with a Mexican accent: "Would you like some of my special chili? I'm sure it will keep you awake all day long! No charge!"

"Are you from Mexico?" Schiller asked, standing in front of the hot dog stand.

"You wouldn't believe me if I said I was born and raised in the United States, but that's the truth. It was just my mother who brought me here smuggled in. When I was very young, we crossed the border."

The Mexican guy’s tone was always cheerful, and just like his action of making hot dogs, he had the unique hot style of South America.

"She now works in a garment factory on the east side of Manhattan. I have loved cooking since I was a child, and I inherited a good skill from her. Gonzalez's hot dogs are definitely the best in Hell's Kitchen! You can't eat them anywhere. Such an authentic Mexican hot dog!”

“But isn’t taco the specialty of Mexico?”

"Come on, you Americans are not used to tacos. I used to make some tacos, but no one bought them."

"Can you make it? Then give me one. When I traveled to Mexico before, my favorites were the tacos and avocado soup there."

Gonzalez snapped his fingers, showed a warm smile and said, "You have great taste. Gonzalez's tacos are also the best in Hell's Kitchen!"

As he spoke, he began to prepare things for making tacos. Several children ran over playing football and smelled the aroma. They all gathered in front of the hot dog stand. Gonzalez waved his hand and said, "There are no tacos now. You can come back later."

A few children stretched their necks and looked around, and found that there seemed to be nothing they wanted to eat, so they kicked the ball and ran away. Gonzalez turned over the corn tortillas and said, "These little devils, they eat every day." Come over and ask me for corn flakes, and they can finish that big bucket of corn flakes in a few minutes. But speaking of it, I was the same way. When I was a kid, I always felt like I couldn’t have enough..."

"Aren't they really hungry?"

"Of course not. The leading black child's father is a freight driver in Hell's Kitchen. Whatever was left on the truck was enough for their family to eat. The parents of the other children also have serious jobs, so they still have enough to eat. There’s no problem.”

"Although the slums in New York are also very messy, they are much better than those in Mexico. Most people here can have enough to eat."

Soon the hot dogs, tacos and soup were ready. Gonzalez loaded everything up with great agility, like a gorgeous acrobatics, and then handed it to Schiller, who paid and left After receiving more tips, Gonzales was very happy. He knocked on the table with a shovel and said, "You are a friend of the Gonzales family. I will give you a discount next time you come!"

Schiller waved to him, and after leaving, he continued walking along the graffiti street.

In fact, there is not much criminal activity in Hell's Kitchen during the day. The sunlight shines on the strange-shaped buildings, bringing more beautiful light and shadow than the regular buildings on the streets of New York. The messy wires extend overhead into the distance, and the narrow All kinds of flashy motorcycles and itashas are piled up and parked in the alley, and the laughter and screams of children can be heard in the distance.

Schiller discovered that, just like Gotham, although it was chaotic, it also had its own unique vitality.

If there are many people in Gotham who have no choice, then for many people in Hell's Kitchen, it is not that society has abandoned them, but that they have abandoned ordered society.

Similarly, the gang hierarchy here is not as strict as in Gotham. If it were in Gotham, the boss would ask the person who just broke into the convenience store to rob him and which gang he belongs to. Street, who is his immediate boss? Does he want to start a war? It might even cause a small-scale gang war.

But Hell's Kitchen is different. The bosses here don't care which gang you belong to. If you dare to rob, you must be prepared to be punished. No matter who you are, they will pick up guns and defend their property to the death.

To a certain extent, the folk customs here are more simple. Despite the warm and thoughtful service of the Mexican hot dog guy, Schiller saw two big guns behind his hot dog cart. If there is really any blind gangster If they dare to come and rob him, Gonzalez will definitely show them the passion from Mexico.

But at the same time, Gonzalez is also willing to pay protection fees to the gangs on this street. Gang members also like to buy breakfast from him, and he will even give them discounts.

There are not as many tragic and painful stories here as in Gotham. Most people are seeking life on the road to freedom, living as they please and indulgently, just like the rock music that often sounds in American road movies, revealing a unique sense of humor.

If Satan enters Gotham, he will be peeled off by the layers of well-ordered gangs, and then he will be invited to have a "talk" by the godfather, and maybe he will get a sap from some weirdo in tights. Then the police held his head and sent him to a mental hospital. He couldn't leave without paying the money.

But in Hell's Kitchen, if Satan comes here, the people here will rush over with pots and pans, chop Satan into pieces, fry and fry them, and even have a competition of food from various countries and races.

Everyone here is a cook, and their cooking skills are not superb, but almost everyone can feel happy in the process of cooking devils.

This is Hell's Kitchen, a place that pursues ultimate freedom, chaos, happiness and wildness.

No one can be the emperor here, and no one can be the savior here, not even the biggest gangster.

All the people here and their lives represent the ultimate rebellion against those boring and orderly societies. This is the largest graffiti on the map of New York. It is messy but colorful and no one can erase it.