Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

Half a month later, residents of Ninth Avenue in Brooklyn discovered that the dental clinic, which had not been open for a long time, reopened, but with a slight change in personnel. Old York's adopted son and heir, young Doctor Duke, recruits three strange faces.

The generous and beautiful cashier Carter at the front desk, the nurse Dottie who fascinated the boys from the two streets nearby, and the security guard Steve who has nothing to do all day and hangs around with a baton.

Neighbors wondered why a dentist's office would have a security guard, a luxury in Brooklyn's uneventful nights. But after a few days, the neighbors understood Dr. Duke's deep meaning. The handsome security guard and two punctual female employees saved the normal business clinic. Many men and women in estrus deliberately smashed their own teeth in order to win the opportunity to get close to handsome men and beautiful women, but unfortunately, once they overstepped, they would be greeted by rubber batons in the hands of security guards.

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A lukewarm old Ford parked at the entrance of the clinic. Steve opened the door and walked into the clinic with two bags full of coffee. He happened to meet Duke who was about to close the door.

"Captain, thank you so much. Just give me the coffee. There is still an hour before your night school remedial class. Don't be late." Duke took the coffee with a grateful expression on his face. He asked Carter and Dotty to buy coffee today, but the two women refused, saying that they wanted to press the road, and only Steve, a good old man who was not good at refusing, was willing to run errands for him.

Steve threw the car keys on the table, whining and vowing that next time he'd rather squeeze the subway during rush hour than drive Duke's broken car.

"Doctor Duke, you have so many powerful technologies, why don't you modify your car." Steve complained: "I rode a motorcycle faster than it in World War II, God knows, that's seven The engine from ten years ago. And your old Ford car has too much exhaust, I just got fined by the traffic police on the grounds that the car’s emissions exceeded the standard.”

"Military technology is seventy years more advanced than civilian use, which is normal." Duke shrugged, not caring about the captain's complaints. For someone who can fly, a second-hand Ford with peeling paint is no different from a Maserati, because he can't drive either.

Duke, who has passed the psychological age of pursuing coolness, doesn't have much desire for supercars. They are just decorations anyway. He feels that there is no need to waste money.

"Do you think I will believe this reason? Or in your opinion, I am easy to deceive?" Steve said speechlessly, "If you say this car is fuel-efficient, I will probably believe it."

"Wow, captain, that private night school is really amazing, you've been connected to the society in just a few days." Duke pretended to be surprised, and his exaggerated expression disgusted Steve.

"Forget it..." Steve reluctantly gave up his defense and asked instead, "Where did Peggy go?"

"She and Dotty went shopping. It is said that there is a famous underwear brand store in the next street. They want to buy two trendy ones." Duke opened a bag of coffee, made himself a cup, turned and asked Shi Tiff: "Would you like a drink?"

"Thank you, you'd better keep your own taste." Steve thanked Duke's coffee indifferently, and rejected it very simply, saying in a surprising way: "I know the brand underwear store on the next street. Two days ago, Peggy and As I said, she originally asked me to go. It’s the Uyghur family’s secret, right?”

Duke took a sip of coffee, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said speechlessly, "It's Victoria's Secret..."

"Really, did you remember it wrong? Maybe I remembered it wrong! You know, I'm a little out of touch with this world, and it's not surprising to be called the wrong name." Steve blushed, realizing that he might Made a common sense mistake.

"I think I probably know why Ms. Carter doesn't want to go shopping with you anymore." Duke turned and walked to the basement, not intending to continue talking to Steve.

"Why?" Steve asked.

"If you go shopping with you, you will definitely embarrass her." Duke pointed out the truth and sprinkled a handful of salt on Steve's scar. He respects the captain's character very much, but if he excludes his character, this guy is simply a joke.

Watching Duke leave, Steve was also desperate. The world was changing too fast, and he studied hard but was left far behind. He didn't rush to the night school until the clock on the wall passed half a circle. A superhero is also a human being, not an omnipotent god. He can't change the world, he can only be changed by the world.

In the underground research room, Duke did not choose to install an elevator in the end. This was a deliberate evil intention. If one day the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra sneaked in, the expression would be very exciting.

Flying to the ground, Duke took back the shadow clone to accept the recent experimental memory, and then separated the same number of clones again to continue the research. He himself also joined the research. In this world, his identity is a Ph.D. in biology, and he also loves this career very much. Whether it is Carter's clone or Steve's super serum, he is always studying it. Refresh yourself with a cup of coffee.

I used to hear that Americans are very hardworking, and when Chinese are sleeping, they are still working. At that time, Duke believed it was true, but after traveling through time, he realized that it was all a lie. The truth is that the Chinese are working while the Americans are sleeping...

In order to speed up the process, Duke went to S.H.I.E.L.D. to play Qiufeng a few times and obtained a lot of experimental data on super serums. Along the way, he went around the U.S. military headquarters a few more times, and accidentally obtained Banner's blood sample, a tube of faint green blood.

Duke was silent in the ocean of scientific research, when suddenly several gunshots rang out in his ears. Even though it was far away from the ground, his superhuman perception could still be heard clearly. What made him even more concerned was that a familiar aura had disappeared.

In a deep alley near the clinic, Gold, a detergent dealer, lay sprawled on the ground, bleeding from his chest, staining most of his body red. The fatal wound was to the head, with a bullet hole in the very center of the forehead.

An Alaskan dog named Mark also fell to the ground, whining, and the bullet penetrated its side, causing serious injuries. As if aware of his master's death, the weak Mark's wailing became more and more desolate.

Duke looked at Gold's body and remained silent for a long time. He could probably guess what happened. It was nothing more than a vendetta on the road, and Gold, the cannon fodder, was abandoned. In Great America, countless people like Gold died every year. In the gutters and alleys, they died without any disturbance.

A cockroach dies on the street, and no one cares who the killer is.

At best, the police collect a corpse and register it as a file, and the media is not interested in delving into it. The reason is simple. Gold is just a down-and-out bastard with no money, power or newsworthiness.

Gold's soul stood beside the corpse, unable to accept the reality of death in a daze. He looked at his pet dog in great grief, knowing that the other dog would soon follow in his footsteps. Thinking of his sleeping daughter at home, Gould was filled with grief and indignation. He really didn't want to die, and he couldn't die.

"Gold, do you have any last words?" Duke looked at Gold. The other party could stick to the bottom line even when he was poor, which shows that his character is good. Duke didn't mind helping him, and adopted him by the way. dog.

"Doctor Duke, are you talking to me?" Gold froze for a moment. He rushed out of the alley just now, but found that no one could see him or hear him speak.

"Otherwise? I won't talk to the air!" Duke squatted next to the Alaskan dog, his right hand covering the medical chakra, and quickly recovered from the gunshot wound. The dog was pierced by a bullet, but luckily no internal organs were injured. , now he lost too much blood and passed out.

"I always thought you were a dentist." Seeing Mark come back to life, Gold was both excited and terrified.

"I am indeed a dentist. Your time is running out. Do you have a last word?"

"My daughter, can you help me take care of her?" Gould looked forward to it.

"Sorry, I can't do anything about it. The law does not allow single men to adopt a homeless girl. I will be invited to drink tea." Duke resolutely refused, and then changed the subject: "But I can help her find a home A good family, let her live a carefree life, with pocket money, a Barbie doll, and her own bedroom."

"Thank you so much, thank you very much, I really don't know how to repay you." After receiving Duke's promise, Gould knelt on the ground. He saw Duke's ability with his own eyes and knew that the other party was not an ordinary person and would not be idle. It's okay to lie to him.

"You can repay me, your soul and this piece of Alaska is the reward." Duke was brilliant, his white teeth looked extremely eerie under the dim light.

Duke could have given Gold a prosthetic skeleton and resurrected him after the clone was developed, but he didn't.

"What do you want my soul to do?" Gold shuddered. It seemed that only devils would use human souls as bargaining chips.

"I have my own arrangement, as long as you agree. Of course, it's useless if you don't agree, but I don't like to force it." Duke first threatened, and then said kindly, "Gold, you Don't you want to spend more time with your daughter? Elementary school, middle school, university, find a decent job after graduation, find a good man to marry, have a pair of lovely children... don't you want to verify all of this with your own eyes?"

"I want to, I really want to. Doctor Duke, where is your contract? I'll sign it now..." Duke's words were so provocative that Gold couldn't resist, and he agreed without even thinking about it. Duke repented. For the sake of his daughter, he can even abandon his dignity, let alone his soul. Even if Duke is really a devil, he is unwilling to give up this opportunity.

"I'm not a devil, where did the contract come from?" Duke patted Gold on the shoulder and praised: "Very wise choice, don't be so sad, think about the bright side, at least you can still live. If your daughter dated a scumbag in the future, you can give that man a hard punch. I promise, your fist will be very powerful then!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"No need to do anything, just sleep now."

After finishing speaking, Duke grabbed Gold's soul and pressed it into Alaska's body.

Thanks to the book friends "Feixindong", "槑萌一軆", "Abei is hungry" for their rewards!