The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1057 Shocking the Worldly People (32)

The man didn't look at the package he lost at all, but gently pulled Schiller's shoulders, telling him to lean back, not to curl up together, which would affect his breathing, then put his arms flat, and began to massage the pain in his elbows. Joints, his movements are very skilled, as if he has done it countless times.

Eddie stepped forward, picked up the package, opened it, and found that the inside should be homemade explosives, not too powerful, but more than enough to kill a person.

It wasn't until Schiller recovered a little that the man noticed that Eddie behind him had picked up the package, but his attitude was much calmer than Eddie had imagined. The strange man took off his hood and looked at Eddie said, "...what are you going to do? Call the police?"

Eddie closed the zipper of the leather bag, and then threw the explosives back to the strange man. The man was taken aback by his bold action, but panicked, took the bag in a hurry to ensure that the bomb would not be damaged by Such rough handling and a sudden explosion.

"What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of a bomb going off?!" he roared.

"You are a dangerous person carrying explosives, and you are still afraid of bomb explosions?" Eddie asked back. As a reporter, he is best at finding loopholes in other people's words.

"I..." The strange man seemed a little inarticulate, and was a little speechless when asked this way, but at this time, Eddie took the initiative to lower his posture, and said, "Thank you for your help, if not You, my friend, are in danger."

"I also know a little chemistry. The explosives you made are very unsafe. Even if you want to hold him to blow up something, the more likely situation is to blow yourself up, but the other party is fine." Eddie shook his head and repeated. Read it again, what Venom told him about homemade explosives just now.

Eddie is a liberal arts student and hardly knows anything about explosives, but Venom combines the wisdom of two geniuses in science and engineering.

The first time he saw the explosives, he told Eddie that this thing is too simple to make, the direction of the explosion is uncontrollable, the power of the explosion is uncontrollable, and it is not even controllable when it will explode. Use this thing to create terror The attack was far from it.

The strange man looked down at his purse, a little at a loss, he pursed his lips, pulled up his hood and said, "What I'm going to do has nothing to do with you, don't say you've seen me, I'm leaving."

Eddie stretched out an arm, blocking his path, the man pushed his arm, and found that it was still motionless, as if he was suddenly struggling, he pushed hard again, Eddie Still not moving.

Eddie turned his head, glanced at him and asked, "...what's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" The strange man took two steps back with some vigilance. Eddie looked him up and down, and then said, "I am a reporter, and I have worked for major newspapers such as the Global Times and New York Daily."

The man's eyes lit up suddenly, but the fire suddenly went out again. He snorted coldly and said, "Reporter? You have to limit your lying. Will reporters from major newspapers come here?"

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave again, Eddie's face turned cold, he looked at the man, I touched my cheek, and said, "Mask!"

In the next second, the terrifying fangs and sharp teeth of the huge black monster hung over the man's head, the long scarlet tongue dripped saliva, and the white spider compound eyes were long and narrow in shape, with an evil look.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!"

There was a high-pitched scream in the community of Hell's Kitchen, but it didn't wake anyone up. There are too many accidents here, and the victim still has the strength to scream, which means he doesn't need help. The only one who doesn't think so The man is Daredevil Matt, but he's not here right now.

A few minutes later, a strange man sat down next to Schiller, and the two leaned against the corner together, while Eddie stood in front of them. The strange man held the explosive bag and said, "...my name is Bauer. You can also just call me Bob."

"I have a son and a daughter. The son is studying abroad with his mother, and he is doing well, but the daughter..."

Bob took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and when he turned his head, he saw a pair of bright eyes staring at him.

Bob glanced at Eddie, and Eddie nodded with his chin and said, "My friend is in withdrawal, give him a cigarette, it'll make him feel better."

Bob glanced at Schiller, seeing his pale face and still twitching neck muscles, which perfectly matched his image of a reclusive gentleman, so he didn't say anything, and handed Eddie a cigarette, Eddie lit it and handed it to Schiller.

Eddie also walked to Bob's side and knelt down. Schiller was smoking in the background. The two chatted, and chatting was Eddie's forte.

He was squatting on the side of the road holding a cigarette, frowning, sniffing his nose, and grinning. Bob shrank back instinctively when he saw his image, and said, "Are you really a reporter? I've never seen A reporter who has experienced this image, are you sure you are not a gang leader from Hell's Kitchen?"

Eddie glanced at him, as if he was very dissatisfied with his evaluation, but he also remembered that Dr. Dora, who cooperated with him to deal with the Life Foundation, also evaluated him in the same way. He looks so different nice guy?
"Compared to you, I'm much cuter." Venom commented: "If I fall into my hands, I just get my head bitten off, and if it falls into your hands, I might be sank into the sea to feed the sharks..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Eddie immediately denied, and then he straightened his expression, relaxed his muscles, showed a kind smile, and then asked Bob: "You mentioned your daughter just now, what happened to her ?”

Bob hesitated, then looked at Eddie and asked, "Will you write about me in the paper?"

"Don't worry, I'm very professional, all interviewed names will be replaced by pseudonyms..."

"No, what I mean is, you must write about us in the newspaper..." Bob suddenly choked up, and said, "We're at the end of our rope!"

"The reason why I can deal with your friend's situation is that my daughter also has epilepsy, and it is hereditary epilepsy, inherited from her mother." Bob took a deep breath and said, "When my little daughter was 4 years old, we We got divorced, but not because of a genetic disease, but because our eldest son was too rebellious, and the differences in education between the two of us were too great, so we decided to separate."

"In the beginning, she took away two children, but it didn't take long for my daughter's inherited epilepsy to develop, and her financial situation was not as good as mine, and the medical conditions in the small town were not good, so she had to Send Tina back to me, where I have a stable job, medical insurance, and relatively good medical conditions..."

"Do you have medical insurance?!" Eddie said in surprise. This is very rare in this kind of neighborhood. If these people had medical insurance, you wouldn't be here.

Some people think that medical care in the United States is free, which also makes sense, but the premise is that you must have medical insurance, and there are many levels of medical insurance, even if it is the cheapest level, not many people here affordable.

Moreover, the low-end medical insurance only provides relatively basic services. Simply put, you can only see a headache and brain fever. In the United States, general headaches and brain fever will not prescribe medicine. Most of them just recommend you to rest more.

And if you want to treat a serious illness, you can, but you have to queue up. If you are lucky, you will be in the queue soon. If you are not lucky, you will have to queue for a long time. It mainly depends on the abundance of medical resources in various places.

Of course, if the donation reaches a certain amount, or there is a special membership service in the bank, you can also jump in the queue, but obviously these are not things that the poor can consider.

So, Eddie was very surprised to hear that this man had health insurance. If he could afford health insurance, wouldn't he come here to rent a house and go to a safer neighborhood?
But after listening to his thoughts, Bob shook his head and said: "That was all in the past. New York's medical resources are indeed very rich, and my daughter has also received treatment. At first, everything was stable until... until... ..."

Bob gritted his teeth suddenly, and said, "Damn the Stark Group! What kind of shuttle did they make, and that... Skytrain?"

"I am a dispatcher at a bus station. Since the bus company canceled the New York City Inner Circle to more than two dozen lines, they don't need so many dispatchers, so I lost my job."

Eddie frowned and said, "Unemployed in this situation, there should be compensation. Didn't your boss give it to you?"

"He gave it, but my daughter needs medical treatment. She is young and needs nutrition." Bob said with some regret: "Before, I didn't expect this situation. I spent a lot of money and didn't leave any savings. , After unemployment, the last wages and subsidies are quickly spent."

"I couldn't afford the rent, so I had to move further out. Finally, I moved to the outer blocks here, but when I went to find a job, people thought I was a homeless person who had nothing to do when they heard that I lived here. Han, he refuses to admit me."

Eddie patted him on the shoulder and said, "I know, I made a wrong step, and I did the same thing back then..."

He sat beside Bob and said: "I don't know, do you like reading newspapers and news, maybe, you will have some impressions, I used to be a well-known reporter and interviewed many big people, including Tony S. Tucker..."

Hearing what he said, Bob immediately turned his head, stared at Eddie's face, and said, "...Did you wear black-rimmed glasses before? You always like to wear striped shirts and polka-dot ties? "

Eddie nodded, took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from his pocket, put them on, looked at Bob, and Bob jumped up in shock, and said, "Eddie Brock?! New York gold medal reporter, you Why are you here?!!"

"This is the story I'm going to tell you, a story about my passion for a while, but I still don't regret it." Eddie turned his head to Bob, and said with a hint of complacency: "Believe me, I'm a gold medalist." Journalists, you can tell more stories than you."

Sure enough, Bob felt a little curious. Eddie leaned against the wall, looked up at the sky, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, "I heard that there was a man who caught homeless people for experiments. He punched and was blocked, it's that simple."

Bob choked for a moment, and the expression on his face seemed to say, "That's all you can tell a story?" But soon, he felt sympathetic again, and looked at Eddie and said:
"That group of rich guys are always like this, right? Obviously, I have gained enough, and I still don't give us people a way to survive..."

Eddie nodded, and then set his eyes on the bomb he was holding in his arms. He pointed there again with the finger holding the cigarette and said:
"So, you plan to make them pay something?"

Bob also looked down at the bomb in his arms, pursed his lips and said, "Can't you? Anyway, my daughter and I can't live anymore, and they have to pay the price for their actions..."

"With all due respect, you are brave, but stupid." Eddie squinted his eyes and said, "If you do this, you can't hurt Stark, you can only hurt yourself."

(End of this chapter)