Marvel's Deadly Guardian

New York, Manhattan, the gloomy sky was covered with dark clouds, and the pattering raindrops fell, covering the entire city with a thin layer of mist.

In a narrow alley, next to the pointed and foul-smelling trash can, a pile of "garbage" overflowing from the bucket started to move slowly.

It turned out that a person was covered under the garbage, and the cold autumn water soaked his body, and the biting cold woke him up from a coma.

"Where is this?" Chen Liao looked at the piles of rubbish around him, thinking a little confused.

"Why am I being thrown here."

At this moment, Chen Lele had countless questions in his mind. He remembered that he felt weak and powerless on the bed in the orphanage, and then lost consciousness.

Thinking of this, more memories emerged from his mind, including his life in the orphanage when he was a child, and working in the orphanage when he grew up.

The most recent memory is the funeral of the dean's grandma who promised to celebrate her own birthday, but fell ill and passed away on the eve of her birthday. This funeral was organized by Chen Li.

Because he is weak and sick, Chen Lele has never been adopted. For him, the orphanage is his only home, and the director's grandmother is his only relative, who loves him just like his own grandmother.

His name was also given to him by the dean's grandma. Chen is the surname of the dean's grandma. Liao means that he has been smart and sensible since he was a child.

It's old, it's better to be simple and easy to remember, just like the fate of these people, simple and ordinary, but eager to be extraordinary.

After organizing the funeral, Chen, who was already in poor health, also fell ill on the bed because of extreme sadness, and then lost consciousness on the hospital bed on his birthday.

Withdrawing his scattered thoughts, Chen Liao shook his somewhat confused head, and removed all the stinking garbage from himself.

Just when he was about to stand up, his weak body went limp, and he fell forward like a shit.

"Damn!" Feeling the weakness of his body, Chen Liao, who was lying on the ground, helplessly wiped the sewage splashed on his face.

He raised his arms with all his strength, and the sewage on his cheeks dripped down his chin onto the ground.

"Pa-ta!" The accumulated water on the ground rippled in circles, and under the dark sky, a strange face was reflected on the water.

"This is? Me?! How could I be like this?!"

Looking at this handsome but unfamiliar face, Chen Liao felt a burst of disbelief.

At first he thought he was dead, but who knew he woke up again in this garbage dump.

Just when he was wondering why he appeared in this garbage dump, this strange face on his face seemed to have given the answer.

Chen Liao controlled his limbs, which had regained a little strength, and sat slumped on the garbage dump.

Dilapidated small alleys, buildings with a style that is obviously different from what I remember, and English signs and slogans that exist everywhere.

Maybe these things stimulated Chen's memory, he only felt a tingling in his brain, but he couldn't remember anything.

Only some scattered memory fragments flashed through his head, but they left no trace like a meteor.

Chen Liao just sat slumped on the stinking garbage dump, thinking about his situation.

After a while, he sighed and said with a bitter smile, "Although I don't know what happened, it's good to be alive."

"It's just... I'm alone again."

It's as if he was not taken to the orphanage by the dean's grandmother when he was a child, and he was wandering alone on the street all the time.

After resting on the rubbish dump for a while, Chen Lele felt that he had regained his strength.

This body is not as weak and sick as before, but there are still some muscles, and it looks quite strong.

As for the feeling of weakness just now, on the one hand, it was too old to adapt, and on the other hand, it was because I was too hungry.

After barely recovering some strength, Chen Lie stood up while leaning on the wall. He needed some food now.

The only food source for wandering on the street is to dig through the trash cans. After many years, I have found the familiar feeling again.

There are also skills in looking through trash cans. If you want to find some food, the first choice is of course some trash cans connected to the back kitchen of restaurants or bakeries.

There is a lot of food in such a trash can, and it is usually the kitchen waste of the day, which is relatively fresh.

Although there is a lot of rubbish in the rubbish dump where he lay just now, there is basically no food to eat.

They are all domestic garbage that has been piled up for many days. There is basically no food, and some of them are rotten or broken food.

Originally, he wanted to check to see if there were any replacement clothes, but unfortunately he couldn't find any suitable ones.

There are either some dirty clothes covered with indescribable things, or some tattered rags, and they all have a complex stench that makes people feel sick.

Relying on his fairly rich experience, Chen Liao also has his own evaluation system for the garbage dump. His evaluation of this garbage dump is a pile of useless garbage.

After he walked out of the alley, the strange feeling became more obvious.

Because it was raining, the pedestrians on the street were also in a hurry.

Looking at these blond foreigners, listening to the chirping birds that he didn't understand at all, Chen tightened his tattered T-shirt, and then walked slowly along the street.

In the pattering rain, his dilapidated and lonely soul was incompatible with this bustling street.

The rainy sky gradually darkened, and the pedestrians on the street gradually became rare.

Chen Lele was also curled up in the corner of another alley and waited.

Not long after, a wooden door opened, and a man with the smell of flour threw several large black plastic bags into the old trash can, and then turned back to the store.

At the moment when the wooden door was closed again, Chen Li rushed out in a hurry. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

Opening the dirty trash can and untying the black trash bag, a few pieces of bread and some expired juice came into view.

Chen Lie picked up a piece of bread, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed, then picked up the bag again, and ran back to his "home" not far away where he stacked up several worn-out cardboard boxes.

He sat on the ground and took a sip of juice and swallowed the bread in his mouth. At this moment, he felt so satisfied that he even forgot about the cold and shivering.

Just when he had just finished eating and was about to curl up in the box for a rest, his box was lifted aside by a few equally dirty hands.

"Boy, who told you to stay here."

"This is our territory, bread and juice have been taken away by you, hand them over!"

Several vagrants who were also in messy clothes surrounded Chen Lele, the leader who wrapped his curly hair in a rag stared at Chen Lele in a bad tone and shouted loudly.

Because these people all speak English, so I didn't understand what they were saying.

But looking at the ferocious looks of these people, Chen Li probably knew what they were doing, they were nothing more than declaring "territorial sovereignty".

Thinking that this place is old, there is no other reaction, just grabbing the black plastic bag on the side and leaving here.

Seeing the plastic bag in his hand, the homeless man in the head scarf was not polite and snatched it away.

Realizing that the food in his hand was being snatched away, Chen Lile also became anxious, turned around and wanted to fight with the hooded homeless man.

Seeing Chen Lele's movements, the homeless men next to him were not polite, kicked him to the ground, and then punched and kicked him.

"Damn Asian monkey! The thief who stole our food!"

The man in the turban also kicked and beat Chen Lelai, while cursing violently.

"Remember this lesson. These foods belong to us. If you dare to steal these breads next time, I will kill you directly and stuff them into the trash can."

"Trash should go in the trash can, little bastard."

The man in the turban spat fiercely on the ground, and then led a few homeless men out of the alley.

Chen Le, who was lying on the ground, curled up with his head in his arms, trying to minimize the damage he received.

He wished this was a dream, but the pain in his body reminded him that this was reality.