I'm really not a superman in Marvel

As the three left, it was time for the two policemen to get off work.

In the police station, two police officers packed their things and prepared to leave.

"Brown, are you going to have a drink later?"

The black policeman finished cleaning up and asked a question.

The black policeman is young, about 30 or [-] years old.

It's not a good time to work in this hell's kitchen. The police are far less powerful than the criminals and gangsters. Therefore, for the young and energetic black policemen who hate evil, the work here is not easy, and every moment is accompanied by danger.

The veteran police officer Brown, who has been in Hell's Kitchen for more than ten years, is very experienced in this area. Black policemen often heard in the police station how Bravely and bravely confronted the evil forces of Hell's Kitchen when they were young, so they have always maintained respect for him and always consulted him.

Brown is in his 60s and [-]s, his short hair has long been tainted by the years, and the wrinkles on his face have become increasingly clear. He smiled happily when he heard the invitation with a little concern.

"Kevin, I'm already an old man, you should find a beautiful and charming big beautiful girl to spend this wonderful night, instead of sitting in an old bar listening to dance music from the last century and thinking how to comfort a bad old man."

Kevin smiled honestly and touched his head.

"Actually, I don't like that kind of life very much, but I would rather listen to your stories about the past."

Brown shook his head helplessly.

"There's nothing to talk about, Kevin, no matter how good a guy is, he will grow old. The future belongs to you young people."

Seeing that Kevin was unmoved, he could only continue to say: "Let me go, actually there is something wrong with my family today, as I said."

"That's it! Then you should deal with it properly first."

Kevin suddenly realized, and then patted himself on the chest: "If you need anything, be sure to tell me!"

"Okay! I will!"

Brown smiled gratifiedly.

"I gotta go home lad, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

……

Brown's car parked slowly downstairs.

This is an old building. It is about the same age as Brown, and it seems a bit out of place in New York, a first-tier city in the world.

Who would have thought that there would be such dilapidated and dirty buildings in this bustling and affluent city?
Just like Brown, who was just transferred to Hell's Kitchen when he was young, he didn't expect that in the Big Apple City, there would be such a dirty place as Hell's Kitchen.

Born in poverty, strong-willed, young and powerful, Brown, with firm belief, began his struggle against the forces of darkness.

On his first big victory, he was decorated and given this house as a reward.

At that time, he naively thought that one day he would wipe out the evil in Hell's Kitchen, and he would rise to the top.

But, things completely changed after that.

He stopped the car, coughed and walked into the building.

He is 56 this year, and because of his lack of love when he was young, he has suffered from all kinds of problems.

There was no elevator in the building, so he could only move slowly on the narrow and dark stairs, and walked to his home on the sixth floor, out of breath.

When he came to the door of the house, he took out the key with difficulty and inserted it into the door lock, turned it, and pushed the door in.

"Steven, is that you?"

The moment the door opened, a woman's voice came from inside the room.

"Yes! I'm back, how are you feeling today?"

He immediately put away his exhaustion, and responded angrily as if he was ten years younger.

"I feel fine, why are you back so late today?"

A woman in pajamas came out of the bedroom. She was about the same age as Brown, with a very haggard face and a somewhat abnormally fat body.

Brown smiled softly, and said, "Are you hungry? What did you eat today? I'll get you something to eat."

The woman shook her head and said no, and said to Brown with some distress: "Don't be too tired, you are so old, let the young people do all the work!"

"I know, I know! You lie back and rest!"

Brown led the woman back to the bedroom and told her to lie down.

The woman sighed and said: "Don't be brave! It's always like this, don't blame me for not caring about you in the future."

Brown heard this, his cheeks twitched, and then he forced a smile and said: "How is it possible? You have to control me forever!"

"I can't control it anymore! I don't have much time..."

The woman's voice gradually dropped.

"Don't be silly, Petunia!" Brown stroked her face. "Everything will be fine."

"I know, I've always believed in you..."

……

living room.

Petunia fell asleep again, and Brown sneaked up to smoke in the living room.

The fan whirled and creaked above Brown's head, making Brown even more irritable.

One cigarette after another was burned out, just like Brown spent more than ten years of his life.

In front of him was a pile of medicine boxes.

These were the medications for Penny's diabetes, and most of them were empty.

This dilapidated, small, air-conditioned house without an elevator was supposed to be just a starting point in his beautiful life, but in the end it became the end.

From acquiring this house, he continued his valiant fight against crime.

But gradually, he realized that something was wrong.

Those criminals began to take precautions, and he missed frequently; he had waited for several years for promotion in the police station, but it was not his turn.

Later, his wife suffered from diabetes, lost her job, and had to bear long-term medical expenses.

But more than ten years passed by, and he finally understood that justice should not exist in Hell's Kitchen.

The residents here are all vagrants, illegal immigrants, and wanted criminals, who are more or less inextricably linked to criminals.

If justice is really needed, then all people here should be judged.

Including those guys in the police station.

It's not just one or two colluding with the gang forces, but no one is not involved with those criminals.

They bribed, shielded, tipped off, and even blatantly entered and exited various unusual places.

Brown, who is unwilling to join forces, is of course marginally excluded.

Everyone hated him, so he was still a policeman for so many years, and he didn't have a close friend.

The closest one is the young guy who just came here not long ago. In him, Brown saw the shadow of himself when he was young.

He really wanted to persuade that guy to apply to leave here early, taking advantage of the fact that he had not been here for a long time.

But in the end, he didn't say it.

He could see that if that child heard such words from his respected senior, he would be hit hard.

Another cigarette burned out, and Brown subconsciously touched the cigarette case, only to find that it was empty.

And he has no money to buy cigarettes.

Medicine needs money, life needs money...

Everything requires money.

Is life more important than justice?
The question that Brown spent most of his life thinking about has a different answer tonight.

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello……"