Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

New York, Brooklyn!

In the early nineteenth century, it was just a large family's farm. Later, it was divided into small pieces of land and houses were built to form the current community. At the end of the nineteenth century, Brooklyn was formally assigned to New York City and became one of the five boroughs of New York under the approval of the people. With a population of nearly 3 million and an area of ​​251 square kilometers, it has become the largest district in New York.

If the districts of New York are independent cities, then Brooklyn is the third most populous city after Los Angeles and Chicago, and it can also be regarded as the fourth largest city in the American Empire.

Compared with Manhattan, the capital of the world, who wears gold and silver and enjoys the spotlight, Brooklyn appears to be less confident, like a poor relative of a landlord’s family, unwelcome. Although it claims to be rich in rural flavor and the environment is more livable, the weak economy and poor public security make the propaganda slogans seem so pale.

Because it used to be an area inhabited by black and other ethnic minorities, coupled with the low education level, employment difficulties and racist discrimination of ethnic minorities in the history of American imperialism, this area has the highest crime rate and is regarded as the source of chaos, filth and crime. place of residence. Although the situation has greatly improved with the development of society, the environment of reckless development has been cured, and the quality of the population has also improved significantly, but the darkness that has penetrated into the bone marrow cannot be purified in a day or two, the darkness is only hidden deeper.

As the most populous district in New York, the city that never sleeps, Brooklyn is brightly lit at night, and people get drunk on the streets, venting the heavy pressure and torture of life. On the brightly lit street, from time to time one or two drunken young women staggered out of the bar, and the kind strangers dropped their cigarette butts and helped them into their cars.

I have to say that there are quite a lot of good-hearted people in Brooklyn. Although she is just a helpless little girl, there are three, four, or even more gentlemen who come forward. The gentlemen, wearing black leather jackets with their sleeves cut off to reveal arm tattoos, carefully opened the car door and took the women away, then drove them home in a shaking car.

Some impoverished hippies, with the help of some props, borrow some spare money from passersby to spend. Those props can be easily bought on the black market. The simulated pocket knife and simulated pinball gun are really simulated, but they are made just like the real thing.

There are also black brothers singing and rapping, selling small white powder bags hidden in their arms to white-collar workers with bright clothes. Don't get me wrong, those are laundry detergents, which can wash people's dirty and tired souls, and there is a market in this country.

On 23rd Street in Brooklyn, a gray second-hand Ford car with paint peeling off was parked under the apartment building. After the car door opened, a young Asian man wearing rimless glasses walked out with a tired body and a frustrated face. The suit was draped over his shoulders, the tie was undone, and the top two buttons of the shirt were also undone, looking very decadent.

"Hey, buddy! You look like a dead mother, do you need some washing powder to refresh yourself?" A black brother asked happily. He was lucky tonight and had already made several deals. Today is On his lucky day, Mr. Franklin is looking after him.

"Listen man, I swear to God, this thing is way better than whores. You know, 'cause they're so loose, rattling..."

Duke shook his hand, dismissed the businessman who was full of dirty jokes, and walked on the street with scattered steps. His apartment building was just around the corner, but he didn't have the slightest joy of going home.

After traveling to this world, he has always felt a sense of crisis because of the Stark Industries Building in Manhattan. This tall building comparable to the Empire State Building is so dazzling, and his current helm, Tony Stark, is a well-known rich man in the United States.

Tony Stark! A super genius born with a golden key, a talented graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, in addition to an enviable background and super brain, his scandal is the focus of attention in the United States. It is said that he has slept with the cover girl of "Playboy" for twelve months, and the female partner at the head of the bed will change every day.

In addition to this iconic character, in Duke's school textbooks, a legendary shield warrior during World War II, a soldier with the Stars and Stripes, Captain America Steve Rogers was sung!

Seeing the news of these two people, Duke is 250% sure that he has traveled to the Marvel world. In a world where supervillains wreak havoc and aliens invade Earth every three days, it's impossible to survive without existential crises. But the cruelty of reality made him helpless. Apart from his identity as a time traveler, he was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who ran around for his livelihood.

In the Marvel world, the rich rely on technology, and the hanging silk depends on mutation. Duke is not a rich man, mutation is the only way out, but if the world of Marvel is replaced by the world of martial arts, the probability of mutation is no less than that of jumping off a cliff and encountering the grandfather and peerless martial arts. An illegal immigrant like him is destined not to be The favor of the world, the treasures of heaven and earth, and great opportunities are prepared for the protagonist, and have nothing to do with him.

Unwilling to admit defeat, Duke worked hard and finally became a Ph.D. in biology at Harvard University with honors, devoting himself to the research of super serums. Even if he can't match the Hulk, he can reach the height of Captain America, at least he has the ability to protect himself when the catastrophe of annihilation comes.

It's a pity that the script of the world will not rotate according to his imagination. As a traverser who grew up in an orphanage, he is very unfortunate and unlucky. It is a common practice for traversers to die without a house, a car, or a mother, and there is nothing to be depressed about. But York Sr., the dentist who adopted him, died in a car accident a week ago, which is hard to accept.

Old York lost his wife and son in his early years. The grief of losing his relatives made him resign from the hospital. After giving birth, he bought a two-story building and opened a private dental clinic. Later, loneliness made him adopt Duke in an orphanage. .

After his death, because there was no will, the clinic was taken back by the government and sold to a potbellied entrepreneur. Duke, who lived in the clinic, was evicted and rented a bachelor apartment with nowhere to go. As for why he didn’t choose other areas with better public security, the reason is very simple. Brinklin’s apartment rent is relatively cheap, which is very suitable for him who is poor in money.

"I'm probably the most failed time traveler!"

There are not only superheroes and super villains in this world, but also vicious capitalists. In this country where money is paramount, they are omnipotent. To them, the law is a bitch on the street. As long as the price is right, those long legs that are reserved and closed in front of the poor will be opened for them anytime and anywhere, and they can have as much fun as they want.

Duke remembered that potbellied entrepreneur, Boote, a black-hearted real estate businessman, with a cigar in his mouth and a group of dubious people around him. He has purchased clinics from Old York five times, but was rejected all times. His bid was too low, too low, and Old York didn't want to sell his clinic, so the two sides never came to an agreement.

"You old-fashioned poor old man, who do you think you are? What I want will be mine after all, and you can't change anything." After failing to go to the door for the last time, Bout put down his harsh words and slammed the door away. Take revenge with the power at hand, and make Old York regret it.

On the night after he left, Old York was hit and killed on the way back from the supermarket by a drunk vagrant with a stolen car. After Old York's death, the government quickly took back the small clinic on the second floor with various reasons, half-forced and half-legal, put it on the market, and was acquired by the real estate businessman Boot at a very fast speed.

Weird! conspiracy! The story is like a script of bitterness and hatred. If there is no trick in it, Duke would not believe it. He wasn't persecuted delusional, but some people did it too conspicuously. Angry, he spent all his savings and hired several gold-medal lawyers, but all of them came to nothing. He himself encountered many warnings in private, some from the police and some from gangsters.

"Old York, what do you think I should do?"

Duke was lying on the iron bed, looking helplessly at the brightly lit bustling city, but his heart was cold.

Faces and faces of philistines flashed in my mind. Old York's former friends put aside their relationship and did not extend a helping hand. The rest are laughing at his self-control, some are feeling sorry for him, and some are viciously threatening him to be quiet... He is just a small citizen who has nothing to do with him, but Bout has already taken care of everything from the police to the gangsters. everything.

The flames of vengeance are burning in his heart, the seeds of hatred are growing and sprouting, and the kindness of nurturing can never be repaid. Thinking of the kind little old man, the adoptive father who taught him to study and teach him, Duke's eyes became more and more fierce.

In this country where capital is paramount and the rich are paradise and the poor are hell, he wants to take revenge through formal channels, but he has no hope in this life. But this unscrupulous country pointed him to another way out, even if it is a sporting goods store on the street and a speakeasy with dim lights, as long as you can afford it, it is easy to buy a gun, and no one will care about you What the weapons do, they only care how many Mr. Franklin has.

"Maybe the prison will be my home for the rest of my life. I hope to have an independent single room. It would be best if no one let me pick up soap..." Duke closed his eyes and muttered to himself. This world is wonderful, but it is also dangerous, but None of this has anything to do with him. All the funds used to study the serum were spent on legal fees. He gave up the future and only wanted to repay his kindness.

His tired eyes slowly closed, Duke had already decided to go on that road of no return, he just wanted to sleep well tonight. In the dream, a gray space opened up, and in the pure darkness, an endless gray path pointed into the distance.

Duke was walking aimlessly on the narrow path, and his dream tonight was extraordinarily strange...

Thanks to 'Time Sky' and 'Daily Son' for their rewards!