The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 3 Horror Hell's Kitchen
"We have to hurry up and come back before night." Miyano Shiho reminded him with a bored face: "At night, if you look up casually, there are two freaks in cross-dressing fighting."

This statement is absolutely no exaggeration.

There is a paragraph that can accurately summarize the situation here.

"Although there are only eight small streets, the evil here is probably not comparable to the eight Satans. Walking on the streets of Hell's Kitchen, even in broad daylight, there may still be a black old man with a hood at any time, Come to your side, hold a cold thing against your lower back, and tell you brother to borrow some money."

...you don't want to know what happens when you don't have money with you.

He Nan looked at the GPS navigation and searched the nearby streets in his mind.

Then they were surprised to find that the two were about to pass by Margarita's bar.

Margarita's Bar - One of Hell's Kitchen's many dark bars.

What makes it stand out among Marvel fans is definitely the flamboyant mercenary in the red "sexy" bodysuit: Deadpool.

This is a good place for him to linger.

...Of course, it's usually not just because the wine is good that a lunatic like him loves a place so much.

In fact, in addition to its fascinating side, it also hides no small danger.

After getting drunk here, you may be stripped and thrown into the trash the next day, or you may wake up without a kidney.

Deadpool may not care, but you're probably in trouble.

Ironically, you might also be grateful that they let you live, which is a rare blessing from the villains - after all, whoever pokes holes in people's heads every day is looking for redemption, isn't it?

In addition to going to church on Sundays, I also have to "accumulate virtue" occasionally.

I even want to go to the Margarita's for a drink... A bold idea emerged in He Nan's mind: the main reason is to meet Deadpool.

But it's too dangerous, maybe give up.

What makes He Nan feel dangerous is not the black bar itself.

...but Deadpool.

In comics and on screen, He Nan really likes this little bitch very much.

But if you really want to see him in person...you have to think twice.

His mind is too unstable.

Maybe I'll try to chop you up just for fun.

He Nan thought that with the abilities given by the current system, he would never be able to escape from Deadpool, so he gave up the idea of ​​dying for the time being.

Ever since he drove into Hell's Kitchen, the atmosphere here made him uncomfortable.

The streets here are dirty and dilapidated.

In the dark alleys, from time to time, people with weapons gathered together and whispered.Many of them were hooded and covered.

Many people just fell asleep on the side of the street with nothing to do, often holding a bottle of wine used to anesthetize themselves.

One of the old people seemed to have died in his sleep.

He stared at the sky with his eyes open, but no one paid attention—no one dared to get in trouble and approach him, because if he did so, he might get a lot of money from the gangsters.

In the fast food restaurants on the side of the road, the order counters are covered with bulletproof glass just like the banks.A security guard with a shotgun stood nervously behind the door, frisking everyone who entered.

On the second floor of an apartment whose walls are covered in messy graffiti, someone is using a mop to scrub the large pieces of blood and minced meat on the floor.The nearby children were still laughing and laughing and ran to watch, they didn't care about this horrific scene.

The streets are full of numb or stupefied people, and people laughing maniacally.

On the street not far away, gunshots rang out loudly, and after some intense restlessness, they stopped abruptly.

"...I really don't understand why New York is such a mess." Seeing a group of thugs frantically beating the oozing sack with nails on it, He Nan felt a wave of pain in his heart. Trembling: "Hell's Kitchen...is really a hell on earth..."

"Since the fusion of the world, the law and order here has become worse and worse... The police have completely given up their jurisdiction." Miyano Shiho looked at the horrible scene outside the window, and his expression was very solemn: "It can only be maintained by superheroes. Balance...but they also seem to be out of balance."

"It's better not to get out of the car until I see the destination." He Nan was extremely anxious in his heart: "Now even if I stop the car halfway, I feel that someone will pick me up immediately."

"The gang in Hell's Kitchen is not friendly to outsiders, but they probably only smash car windows to rob." Shirley frowned: "Hey, why slow down? Isn't there no car, just drive there!"

"But there's a red light ahead."

"There is no need to obey the traffic rules in this place. There is no electronic camera, and the gang has already smashed it." Miyano Shiho reminded him: "Don't you also know that parking is dangerous? Look at the group of people over there, it will be troublesome if you are surrounded by them .”

What she said is true.A group of people wearing uniform gang uniforms were looking at them with malicious eyes near the signal light.

So He Nan also decided to follow the advice, and "do as the Romans do" at all subsequent signal lights, and resolutely did not stop.

Just like that, they arrived at their destination without any risk - a small road filled with a strong smell of blood.

Eddie Brock, who was exhausted and haggard, was already waiting in this ominous place with large blood stains everywhere.

He stood by the motorcycle and waved to the two of them.

"Meet you again, Mr. Bullock." Although the memory has not been synchronized, He Nan still pretended to be familiar and shook hands with him: "Could it be that the sin-eater is hiding in the next house?"

"Actually, I have to go a little further in." Bullock looked at the surrounding environment and said helplessly: "I'm afraid that if I stay too close to where he lives, I will irritate him—hey, Dude! How are you doing?"

His voice rises suddenly: it turns out to be greeting a gangster coming out of a side road.

"Damn it, it's not like that." The man played with the butterfly knife, and looked at He Nan and Xue Li as he passed by: "Who are they?"

"My two friends." Eddie Brock quietly stuffed ten dollars into his pocket, and said with a smile: "Let's talk again when we have a chance, help me give your boss a treat."

"No problem—oh, you'd better be more careful before you leave Hell's Kitchen. Recently, a mutant lunatic who is not afraid of bullets came here, and he killed more than a dozen people here at noon." The gangster accepted it with satisfaction. Before leaving, he left a warning: "He seems to have come to seek revenge, but if he regards you as gang members, he may kill you by mistake."

Obviously, the reporter dared to break into Hell's Kitchen alone on a motorcycle because he usually had a lot of connections.

"...I seem to know who this lunatic mutant is." Listening to the warning, He Nan turned his head to look at the wooden utility pole by the roadside: three deep scratches were left on it, which looked like steel claws. paw prints.

Not afraid of bullets, has steel claws, uses the male third-person pronoun "he", and is a mutant...

...Is this Wolverine or who?

(End of this chapter)