Mei Man: I drew Superman during the Great Depression

Chapter 206 Adaptation
Antiworld, New York.

As night falls, the streets are full of traffic, and the overflowing lights reflect the whole city in different colors.

slap, slap—

In Queens, a few black children were playing basketball on a rough court, and in the distance a few black men were puffing away smoke.

"Fu**!"

He lowered his head and took a sip of the low-quality whiskey. A black man leaning against the wall couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

In addition to cultivating street players, Queens is also rich in alcoholics. It is the worst area in New York except Hell's Kitchen. A large number of black people gather here in groups. They form gangs and hang out on the streets every day. , contributing to New York's policing issues.

"I wouldn't be here to watch a bunch of niggas play basketball if it wasn't for the fucking cops shutting down the event center in Rosedale..."

"This group of people chase after a ball all day long, they are a bunch of lunatics."

"Don't underestimate basketball."

Taking a sip of whiskey from the complaining black man, a black man with a tattoo on his left cheek said casually.

"I heard that those basketball players make more money per game than delivery."

"real or fake?"

Hearing this, the black man by the wall showed a shocked expression on his dark face, he took a puff of the cigarette in his hand and repeatedly confirmed: "Are rich people so idle?"

"who knows……"

Shrugging his shoulders, the black man with the tattoo on his face looked at the black children circling around the basketball not far away and said, "I'm not a rich man, so how do I know what they think?"

"I think it's all a conspiracy, a total white conspiracy."

After being drunk, the expression of the black man by the wall became obviously a little bit drunk. He stammered and said with obvious conjecture in his tone: "They treat black people as commodities on the court and give them back through their performance. Score, and then use the value of this score to buy and sell blacks at will, just like they bought and sold black slaves back then, but everything was covered with a skin called basketball.”

There are few blacks who gang up in Queens who don't think they are being racially discriminated against.

They attribute their situation to society's discrimination against blacks, and at the same time make good use of this discrimination.

"If that's the case, then I hope to be able to become this kind of commodity."

Taking a sip of wine into his mouth, the tattooed black man said enviously.

"Didn't you see the videos of these basketball players? They live in affluent areas. After playing basketball every day, they go to the bar and are always surrounded by a group of rutting bitches. This is simply a dream life. "

"Fu**!"

Hearing his accomplice's description, the black man by the wall couldn't help cursing, apparently this was also the life he envied.

"Those idiots brainwashed by white people, they can no longer be called black, they are a bunch of puppets..."

By the way, even black people have become the object of his curse.

He not only hates white people, but also hates black people who live better than himself.

At the corner of the stadium, when two idle black gangsters were complaining to each other, suddenly a voluptuous figure appeared from a distance under the dim lights of the block.

"Look there."

Grabbing the wine bottle, the tattooed black man inadvertently caught a glimpse of the figure in the shadows, couldn't help swallowing and said.

"Did I read it wrong? At this point in time, there are still people coming here..."

Hearing his accomplice's reminder, the black man leaning against the wall also noticed the beautiful body under the light. The fascinated expression in his eyes was a little hazy, and he reached out and grabbed his crotch subconsciously.

"Let me go and say hello to her."

Stimulated by the desire in his mind, he walked towards the position of the figure without thinking too much, and as he got closer to the black man, he could see the whole picture of the black man's figure under the light more clearly.This is a woman with long black fluffy hair and exotic clothes. Her wheat-colored skin and the teeth decoration hanging around her waist give people a primitive wildness.

call out--

He opened his mouth and whistled, and the black man stood in the way of the woman with a frivolous face, and said maliciously, "Ma'am, it's not safe to be alone in Queens at night, do you need me to help you?"

"Okay."

Calypso looked at the black man who was obviously hostile, and then nodded in agreement.

"Damn it, this lustful idiot..."

Seeing his accomplice who went up first, the black man with tattoo on his face couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

He didn't complain about his accomplice's behavior, but regretted that the other party was one step ahead of him.

Watched by the tattooed black man, the accomplice walked up to the woman who had appeared alone in Queens for a few words.

Just when he thought that things would develop into violence as in the past, the woman opposite readily agreed to the request of his accomplice black.Seeing the figures of the two walking towards the alley, the envious expression on the face of the tattooed black man became a bit more obvious.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't remind him just now.

Just like that, under the annoyed gaze of the tattooed black man, the two walked into the alley just as he was hesitating whether to go too.

Suddenly, the woman who went in together from the alley came out again and waved to him.

"So fast?!"

Seeing this, the tattooed black man showed a surprised expression on his face, and then turned into a somewhat contemptuous smile. He picked up the whiskey in his hand and drank what little wine was left in the bottle, and then walked confidently towards the little boy. Walked in the direction of the lane.

……

slap, slap—

"give me……"

On the court, several black children were sweating.

With a shout, the thrown basketball flew out of the court, brushed his fingertips, bounced a few times on the ground, and then rolled towards the alley in the distance.

"Damn it, you can't be more accurate."

Watching the ball rolling away, the black children playing the ball complained to each other, and the black passing the ball was sent to pick up the ball amid pushing and shoving.

The dim lights on both sides of the Queen's block hit the entrance of the alley. The black child picking up the ball turned his head and glanced at the impatient crowd on the court, and finally plucked up the courage to run into the alley.

Walking into the alley, the stench of corruption seemed to become a bit stronger.

Frowning and pinching his nose, the black child didn't have too many associations with this corrupt smell. After all, the garbage disposal situation in Queens has not been very good, and this smell often appears in the neighborhood.

"Where did you run to?"

While pinching his nose, the black child looked for the falling basketball in the dark alley.

"found it!"

Finally, a vague silhouette was seen a little far from the entrance.

click-

Stepping forward, the black child reached out to pick up the 'basketball' in the alley, but the strange touch from his fingertips changed the expression on his face.

As the 'basketball' was picked up, the smell of corruption filling the tip of the nose became even stronger. Even pinching the nose could not stop it. I looked down at the 'basketball' in my hand, looking through the dim light of the street lights outside the alley. With the light on, the child finally saw clearly that the 'basketball' he was carrying was a shriveled, weightless human head with a long mouth, silently staring at him with a pair of lifeless, empty, pitch-black eyes.

"what!"

……

Bang, bang!
New York, Brick Street, Holy of Holies.

Inside Doctor Strange's stronghold.

Stephen moved his footsteps, and at the same time chanted a spell, and with the change of gestures, a shield composed of a magic circle appeared in front of him, blocking the fatal blow in front of him.

The magic circle in his hand was shattered, Doctor Strange's face with white beard did not change at all, and he still calmly took out a sharp dagger from his bosom and cut his palm.

With the appearance of the palm wound, the flowing blood instantly turned into a sharp blade and flew towards the opposite figure accompanied by Doctor Strange's spell.

Facing these obviously magical attacks, Peggy Carter's expression behind the shield remained calm, and she used the shield in her hand to continuously block the attacks of the blade.

The blade formed by Doctor Strange's blood magic obviously had a strong corrosive effect, and instantly formed corrosive marks of different shades on Carter's shield.

Seeing this, Carter no longer hesitated. The shield she was currently holding was just an ordinary shield, far less useful than the shield used by Steve Rogers during World War II.Changing his movements to block the flying magic blade, Carter flipped sideways and at the same time exerted force with his feet suddenly, slamming his shield fiercely at the figure in front of him the moment he jumped into the air.

Carter's attack was extremely swift, and Doctor Strange, as the attacker, seemed to have no time to react, and could only watch helplessly as the shield continued to magnify in his eyes.

However, the moment the shield was about to hit her.

Carter withdrew his strength and let the shield in his hand barely stop in front of Doctor Strange.

"I won."

Looking down at the bumpy shield in his hand, Carter turned his eyes to Doctor Strange Stephen in front of him and said.

"You shouldn't keep your hands."

Facing Carter's action of withdrawing his hand, Doctor Strange did not show the slightest thanks. As soon as his voice fell, the Doctor Strange who was in front of Carter disappeared instantly, and at the same time another figure of Doctor Strange appeared from behind Carter .

The shape of Aikon, a spell learned by Doctor Strange by looking through magic books, can create clones to fight through magic.

"I didn't expect you to have this trick."

Looking at Doctor Strange who disappeared and reappeared in front of him, Carter shook his head and admitted his negligence.

In the past, she had never fought against an opponent like Doctor Strange, and Carter was a little dazzled by the opponent's endless magical attacks during the fight.

"Magic is indeed a rather miraculous force."

At the same time, Carter couldn't help but sigh at the magical power of Doctor Strange.

"It's also quite dangerous."

Doctor Strange could feel the emotion in Carter's tone, and he reminded the other party in a low voice: "Any magic has a price, it's just how much, just like the previous soul-calling ceremony, I paid a huge price on the premise Only then did I summon you out."

"The person you wanted to summon was not me."

Hearing this, Carter nodded and said, looking at Doctor Strange in front of him.

"That's why I said it's a dangerous ability."

To this, Doctor Strange replied calmly.

Just like this, in silence, Doctor Strange opened his mouth and looked at Carter in front of him and said, "How about it, for my new body."

"very powerful."

As an existence who was active in World War II and briefly replaced Steve as Captain America, Carter quickly adjusted his mentality with his own ability.

Captain America, as the first successful super soldier serum experiment, is obviously stronger in all aspects of his body than Carter imagined.

For example, the battle with Doctor Strange, such a fierce battle.

In the past, even when she was Captain America, she couldn't be as relaxed as she is now.

After succeeding Steve as Captain America, Carter tried to join the super soldier serum experiment, but it was a pity that before she started the experiment, the news of America's defeat had already spread, and the entire Allied forces were in a panic. It was bleak, and naturally no one mentioned anything about the experiment.

"I feel that this body still has a lot of power that hasn't been tapped out, so it takes a lot of time to get used to it. In addition..."

As he spoke, Carter glanced at the bumpy shield in his hand, and said in a somewhat complicated tone.

"This shield is not as useful as the original one."

Looking at the shield in her hand following Carter's description, Doctor Strange thought about it and said, "I will find a way to solve this."

In history, Captain America's shield was made by Howard Stark, using special metal materials.

Right now, although Doctor Strange can't fully replicate this manufacturing process, it doesn't mean he has no other options.

Recently, he was looking through the information, and he had already got some ideas from the magic recorded in "Solomon's Little Key", and planned to build a solid shield with magical power for Carter.

"I didn't disturb you, did I?"

Just as the two were talking to each other, a slightly hesitant voice appeared.

Immediately afterwards, Banner with an air-dried head hanging from his waist appeared in the hall, looking at Doctor Strange and the burly Captain America, or Peggy Carter.

In Dr. Strange's reminder, although Banner is no longer holding the air-dried head as before, he is not willing to put it down easily. After all, the ghosts that can be seen everywhere in the whole house are still very scary, so in his At the request of Dr. Strange, he specially fabricated a rope and asked him to hang the human head on his body, which can not only provide evil spirits, but also reduce the influence of the human head on him.

"Just now, there was a strange sound in the basement. It sounded like a crow screaming, which shocked me a lot."

Under the gaze of Doctor Strange, Banner relayed that he heard an infiltrating voice.

Hearing Banner's description, Doctor Strange instantly restrained his expression and became a little dignified.

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(End of this chapter)