Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

The simulated hunting and virtual combat training was attacked by real and false. The original heavy casualties were reduced to the minimum because of Duke. The death toll was three and there were no wounded. The gate of the world of souls opened quickly, and the members of the 12th division entered the field one after another, playing with strange instruments to investigate the cause of this incident.

But this has nothing to do with the freshmen. The thrilling scene tonight frightened them, and under the guidance of several death gods, they returned to the soul world. Aizan, Ichimaru Gin, and Duke were asked a lot of questions, and they didn't return to their respective team buildings until the next morning.

Duke didn't plan to say more about the Masquerade Corps, because there was no evidence, and no one would believe it if there was evidence. In the soul world, Aizen spoke better than Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni, so Duke was out of his wits before reporting him.

From Aizen's rebellion from the world of souls, to being knocked down by the protagonist in the end, the Gotei 13th Team surprisingly didn't sacrifice a single positive character, and the ones who died were all from the virtual circle... oh, Ichimaru Gin and Dong were dead Fairy wants! In a sense, Aizen has contributed a lot to maintaining world peace. He is a hero, sacrificing himself for the benefit of the world and successfully maximizing happiness.

What a great sentiment this is!

So Duke didn't intend to reveal his plan. Anyway, the ending is a happy reunion, just follow the plot. If he plays it off, causing the plot to change drastically, and several important characters die, then the joke will be big.

Seven days later, the terminal in Duke's arms sent a message that Kisuke Urahara had prepared the information and was ready to trade at any time...

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Marvel world!

Duke's clinic is located on Ninth Avenue in Brooklyn, and the famous Chinatown is next door to Eighth Avenue. This area is not an economic center, the average building height is very low, and there are few high-rise buildings. If Spider-Man comes here, he will come and pounce a few times.

Because of their skin color, Duke's patients are mainly yellow and black, and of course there are whites with cleaner pockets than faces. In other words, his clinics serve poor people.

Old York had been a dentist all his life. Although Duke had no intention of inheriting his behest, he did not close the clinic either. Instead, he created a shadow clone to receive two or three patients every day. One is to deceive people, and the other is to commemorate the old York.

that night.

Duke walked out of the house in a gray hooded sweater, which he pulled up to cover the upper half of his face as he went out. Don't get me wrong, he didn't intend to be a chivalrous superhero, he just went to buy coffee, and the "interior decoration" continued for many days, the door did not leave the door, and the pile of coffee at home was exhausted, he needed to replenish Supply.

"Hey, Dr. Duke, wait for me."

Just as Duke locked the door and didn't take two steps, a wretched figure walked towards him. Duke knew him, everyone on the street knew him, the laundry detergent dealer Gold, a white guy with a hippie smile.

This street is Gold's domain, and the washing powder business was contracted and bought out by him. It sounds incomprehensible, but in fact he is just a low-level supplier and a cannon fodder wage earner. The profits he earns from getting up early every day are taken away by the people above, and he can barely make ends meet.

Although he is doing a job that angers people, this guy still has some morals and a decent character, at least he hasn't sold his products to minors. According to the man himself, he had a good time and was a senior investment consultant of an investment company. Unfortunately, the company went bankrupt and the stocks in his hands became waste paper. Immediately afterwards, bad news continued. His house and car were confiscated and his wife ran away with the insurance agent. In just three days, he was reduced from a social elite to a homeless man with nothing. Of course not all, he also has a daughter and a dog. In order to support the three mouths including him, he had to join the gang, starting as a small salesman, and fighting for a better tomorrow.

Um! Sounds pretty inspiring!

"Is there something wrong? If you want to sell washing powder, I advise you not to waste your time." Duke looked at the other party with a headache, and turned down the diligent salesman. He clearly remembered that one day he filled a tooth decay for Gold's daughter. Because he was short on money, he even wanted to pay the bill with washing powder, and was directly kicked out of the gate by Duke with a black face.

"You misunderstood, I'm here to pay the medical bills!" Gould didn't care about Duke's contemptuous eyes, nor did he feel inferior because of his job. What happened to selling washing powder? Didn't the great President, Abraham Lincoln, also work as a dock worker?

Gold firmly believed that his downfall was temporary, and that this was God's test for him. After he saved an initial capital, he would be able to soar into the sky and return to Wall Street. At that time, his daughter will be able to live in a spacious house, and the family dog ​​will also have a warm nest.

"Are you sure? Although the medical expenses are not much, you are not rich, right?" Duke looked at the other party strangely.

Even though it wasn't cold tomorrow, Gold was wearing a real leather jacket, the thick kind. It would be fine if this is the case, but there are several large holes in his jacket and jeans, which are obviously man-made in the later stage, judging from the rough workmanship. This can be regarded as a street characteristic of the old beauty. If these gangsters didn't cut two holes in their bodies, they would be embarrassed to say hello to people when they went out.

"I found a part-time job recently, and I have a lot of money." Gould said as he took out a few crumpled US dollars and handed them to Duke.

Duke didn't refuse, and took the other party's money and stuffed it into his pocket. He thought that the other party would always renege on the debt, but he didn't expect the other party to remember it after such a long time, which made him feel better.

After collecting the money, Duke said kindly: "Although it's none of my business, I still want to remind you, don't get too deep, you still have a daughter who needs you to support."

Gold was stunned for a moment. It seemed that no one had talked to him like this for a long time. He put away his hippie smile and put on a sincere expression, and moved, "Thank you for your concern, Dr. Duke. But you think highly of me, I don't have the guts to fight in the streets with a typewriter, only Chicagoans are that crazy."

"I hope!" Duke shrugged and said nothing.

He didn't say anything, but Gold opened the conversation and talked about his part-time job: "You know the 'fitness bar' on the next street, I can earn a lot of commission every day there."

Gold talked eloquently, he was not a pure gangster, he was a half-way monk, he had no special skills except a thick skin, he was not cruel enough. Because he is easy to bully, the quality of his washing powder is not good, and his business is so-so. In order to provide for his daughter to go to school, he often earns some extra money.

When Duke heard the name 'fitness bar', his face turned green all of a sudden, and he rubbed his hand on his pants with the hand that took the money just now. The 'Fitness Bar' is not a place for fitness enthusiasts, but a place for philosophical gays, full of muscles and sweat, even the police dare not go in at night...

Thinking of the other party's blooming chrysanthemums, Duke's face changed again and again, but in the end he didn't say anything. For a father who would abandon even his dignity for the sake of his daughter, no matter what he said at this time, it would be an insult to him, even if it was words of comfort.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Duke bid farewell to the other party with a stiff face. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the other party smelled like shit... probably an illusion!

"Goodbye, Dr. Le, next time you go out to buy something, let me know, and I can run errands for you as long as you pay some tips. You must know that the streets of Brooklyn are not peaceful. You are so thin, it is best not to go out alone at night." Gore De waved his hand and left, walked towards the two black brothers, greeted them cordially, and sold his washing powder.

Duke shook his head. If it wasn't for the unknown space, his fate might not be much better than that of Gold. New York is indeed full of gold, but there are too many white bones buried under the gold.

24-hour convenience store!

Duke packs all the coffee in the store, all instant. When paying the bill, I handed the crumpled dollar to the cashier.

"Sir, don't you want something else? For example, freshly ground coffee beans. If you buy 200 dollars of coffee beans at a time, our store will give you a fresh grinder for free. Believe me, you will like it, no noise consumption There are few beans, the coffee is mellow and full-bodied, and the strength can be adjusted. I like the espresso coffee the most, it’s so cool!” This is not the first time the cashier has dealt with Duke, and Duke will purchase a large amount every time The coffee is consumed in a very short time, but it is a pity that it is not very valuable and instant in bags.

Duke ignored the cashier, his attention was drawn to the convenience store's TV.

"The following is an urgent news! According to the latest news from our reporter, Mr. Tony Stark, the helm of Stark Industries, a famous philanthropist and arms dealer, disappeared in Afghanistan. All the US troops who accompanied him died, and he was suspected of being attacked by terrorists... ..."

"The U.S. military did not find the remains of Mr. Tony Stark at the scene..."

"According to analysis, this is a premeditated kidnapping..."

"The stock of Stark Industries plummeted, plummeting by 100%..."

"Let's review the recent brilliant deeds of Mr. Tony Stark! Independently made circuit boards at the age of four, made engines at the age of six, and became an outstanding graduate of MIT at the age of seventeen... Successor to the CEO of Stark Industries , creating smart weapons, advanced robots...maintaining freedom, protecting the United States and world peace has made great contributions...changed the face of the arms industry, and became a leader in the new era...some time ago he won another top award..."

"Now the whole world is paying attention to whether Mr. Tony Stark is dead, and if he is still alive, where is he now..." On the TV, the host spoke quickly and read the manuscript, his flushed face was inexplicably excited.

The cashier also became excited. He took out his mobile phone in disbelief, called his friends, and asked them to switch TV stations to watch the news. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you tune the station or not, because all the radio stations are broadcasting about Tony's kidnapping, and Playboy has scheduled tomorrow's headlines again.

"Iron Man is about to be born, and the plot is about to begin!" Duke muttered to himself, pulled off his hat and walked out of the convenience store.

Thanks to the book friends 'Silent Diving Ting 666', 'Yan Xiao', 'Bald Donkey Mai Zou' for their rewards!