wandering in the ashes of meman

Chapter 98 98 Old Stan's Bar

Hell's Kitchen is a chaotic place. It's okay during the day, but at night it can be said to be a group of demons dancing wildly.It can be said that it is the largest garbage dump in New York. Here, you can see all kinds of garbage.Behavioral garbage, personality garbage, non-recyclable garbage... But even so, there will still be some interesting things mixed in it, such as Daredevil, in a group of old and young survivors... Of course, there are obviously more bad guys here than good guys.Otherwise, this place should be called Paradise Hotel... Even the police dare not walk here at night.

Following in the footsteps of old Stan, McRae and the others came to a bar hidden in a corner with few people and no one seemed to patronize.Judging by the words on the neon sign, the bar is called "Old Stan"...

Sitting on the bar counter of the bar, he saw McCree coming behind Old Stan.A Reinhardt who is at least [-] meters tall, with arms as thick as thighs, with a white beard mixed with some scars, and his body is full of muscles and full of surging male hormones said in surprise: "McRae? You're still alive? I thought you'd already died in some corner~"

"Of course!" Seeing the surprise on Reinhardt's face, McRae sat proudly with his cigar in his mouth, or took the seat next to him carelessly.Then he knocked on the table and said: "I heard from old Stan, you bet him that I am dead or not. Don't try to deny it~"

Hearing McCree's words, Reinhardt on the side clicked his tongue in displeasure, then curled his lips and said unhappily: "I know, I know. One round per person..." While talking, Reinhard Te greeted the female bartender with an unhappy face.Then he continued to look at McCree: "Now you are still wanted by the military, why did you come here suddenly? The undead monastery doesn't want you anymore?"

Hearing this, McCree shook his head.Just when McCree was about to say something, the female bartender at the side also came over with a glass of whiskey just opened.After putting down the drink, she didn't choose to leave, but put her hands on the bar and looked at McCree with interest.

"I'm also curious, why did you come here all of a sudden?"

Glancing at Brigitte beside him, McCree picked up two ice cubes, put them in whiskey and took a sip, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm quitting... The Undead Monastery is not suitable for me... Hmm...an ordinary person. To them, I can only be regarded as an ordinary person..."

Hearing this, Reinhardt touched his chin with interest but didn't say anything.

He didn't dwell on this matter for too long, glanced at Banner beside him, and Reinhard shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Who is this little brother?"

"The Hulk."

"..." Hearing McCree's words, not only Reinhardt, but even the old Stan and the female bartender on the side stopped wiping the glass and looked surprised and curious to the side doing nothing Banner.

Then he saw Banner's slightly chubby belly and bookish look on his face.There was a little surprise on their faces.They had guessed that Banner could maintain a human form on weekdays.But in their guess, even if it is a human form, it should be as powerful and muscular as Reinhardt.And now, it's obviously more than that... the little belly protrudes through the shirt!
Even so, everyone's eyes did not move away much.Although it was different from what they had imagined, they still wanted to find out what the similarities were between this somewhat scruffy guy and that big green guy.Finally, they found it - at least the face shape was the same...

Banner seemed quite casual about their gaze.Or maybe he's already used to this feeling...

As for the surprise on their faces, McRae was not surprised at all.You know, when he learned the difference between Banner and Hulk, McCree's expression was not much better at the time.

Besides these, they also talked about some secret things that happened recently.This is beyond the reach of ordinary people... There is no need to worry about being known by others. As for why, even Banner can see the reason.Bars usually open at night, and in places like Hell's Kitchen, even convenience stores dare not open normally at night, let alone a bar that mainly sells alcohol?And now this, just being able to operate normally in Hell's Kitchen is already worth people's attention...

And more importantly, Banner doesn't think McCree's friends will be ordinary people.

After chatting casually for a while, after learning why McCree quit the Undead Monastery.Reinhardt, who was on the side, nodded feelingly and said: "Indeed...with your character, it is impossible to stay in such an organization safely..."

As he said that, Reinhardt looked at McCree beside him and continued to ask: "Okay, after talking so much, what else do you need help with?"

Shrugging his shoulders, McCree wasn't offended by Reinhardt's bluntness.After all, this bar is very similar to the Monastery of the Undead.They are all a place for a group of old people and children from the old era who cannot normally integrate into the real society.

Some of the members of this bar have glamorous jobs outside.Some people have superb technology.But they all have one thing in common in this bar, that is, they are out of tune with this world.Maybe it's because I can't integrate into this society, or maybe I always feel that the people around me are too stupid.Thus, the bar was established.

In other words, the purpose of this bar at the beginning of its establishment was to find a place for these weirdos to relax, or release their nature.Similarly, it is also to give them a place where they can help each other—it has nothing to do with interests, and they simply help when they want to.You help me once, I don't help you once.If you don't help me, then I don't owe you anything.When I'm in a good mood, I might buy you a drink.

"Go somewhere."

"Where?"

"Nepal."

"Well, I'll contact my old buddies tomorrow."

Hearing Reinhardt's answer, McCree nodded and punched him.

"I owe you a favor."

(End of this chapter)