American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

On the east side of the Bronx, there is the largest Chinatown in this area. Over 200 Chinese restaurants have been operating here for hundreds of years, and every area where Chinese gather is almost all night. Every restaurant here will open to After midnight.

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Although the Bronx area is very chaotic now, the demonstrators and the police are intertwined, and none of the Chinese restaurants are closed, and they even provide takeaway services for the protesters and the police.

On the streets of protests, you can often see Chinese cooks in white kung fu shirts carrying large and small lunch boxes, running past the protest crowd and then to the police.

Most of the police don't care about the Chinese at all, because they know that most Asians are very obedient, have a very low crime rate, are not good at using guns, and the probability of making trouble is very small, so even though they just came from the protest crowd, The police didn't care, and they still had time to joke with their colleagues.

In the scorching summer of New York, standing under the sun for 10 minutes will cause you to sweat. The policemen opened the trunks of their cars to cover their heads from the sun, holding lunch boxes in their hands, and fiddling with spoons or chopsticks awkwardly.

"Hey, that kid, yes, it's you, seriously, can't you get me a fork? How the **** am I going to use these two little sticks to make this **** noodles?" A grizzled, aged The big policeman was flustered with a square noodle box in his hand.

The young colleague next to him was overjoyed, stopped the Chinese young man from coming up, and said, "Hey, you can't give it to him, he is discriminating against people, you have to use chopsticks to eat oriental food!"

The Chinese young man showed a fake smile, waved to the policeman and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll deliver the food, Mr. Police Officer."

The two policemen got into a fight by pushing and shoving each other, and there was no time to talk to him. The Chinese youth rolled his eyes, walked to his bicycle, picked up another stack of lunch boxes and walked towards another wave of policemen. .

But at this moment, a group of people rushed out from across the alley. The leader was a red-haired female agent. She pointed a pistol at the Chinese youth and said, "Don't run!"

The Chinese young man's eyes were like lightning, and in an instant, the lunch box in his hand was thrown out by him, two "bang bang" gunshots were fired, and the noodles and rice scattered in the air.

The Chinese youth should have turned around and ran, but looking at the food scattered on the ground, he showed a distressed look, and hesitated in his steps. At this moment, the agents had already caught up.

The Chinese youth rolled over to the roof of the police car, then slid down the hood, kicking the policeman who was drawing his gun.

Most of the police were eating with food boxes. The accident happened so fast that most people didn’t realize it. The young Chinese broke through the police’s blockade within a few minutes and ran towards the depths of the alley. .

"Follow him!" shouted the lead female agent.

The police could not be of much help, but the agents walked fast. Obviously, this was a premeditated arrest. This is not the place where the Chinese youth often moves. He is not as familiar with the terrain as the agents who have stepped on it in advance.

The Chinese youth ran across an alley. He glanced back at the agents who were chasing him more and more closely. He stopped, braked sharply, turned and rushed into another alley, rushed in and turned again. What appeared in front of him was not another A way out, but a wall, here is a dead end.

Fortunately, the demonstrators threw a pile of discarded wooden boards here, and the Chinese youth picked up a huge wooden board, tore off the paper that was in the way at the bottom of the board, and grabbed the wooden pole like a support. With a flexible leap like a pole jump, he jumped onto the wall of the alley.

He sneered, made a face at the agent who was chasing him, and jumped directly to the other end of the alley, but in the next second, a dazzling light flashed, and the Chinese youth saw a complicated shape appearing under his feet. pattern.

With a sound of "swish", the magic cage lit up, and the red-haired female agent with a wand stepped forward, squinted at the Chinese youth and said, "Why are you running?!"

The Chinese young man was stunned. He pointed at the magic wand in a daze, then pointed at himself, then looked around again, pointed to the magic wand again, and was about to spit out a word.

The red-haired female agent took out her ID from her pocket, snapped it brightly, and said, "Natasha Romanov, a particularly important field agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., is now going to punish you, including illegal use of superpowers, assaulting the police, and refusal to cooperate." Do you have any objections to the investigation of the six crimes including the investigation?"

"I..." The Chinese young man was about to speak, but Natasha interrupted him, and said impatiently: "If you didn't run away, we could have sat in the restaurant and talked while having breakfast. You are not a criminal. What are you running for?!"

The Chinese youth opened his mouth and looked Natasha up and down, as if he didn't know her, although he shouldn't have known her.

"Come on, Natasha, we should be more polite to this lad." Another man came out from around the corner. A pair of glasses, looks quite bookish.

Bruce Banner pushed his glasses, walked to the side of the magic cage, looked at the Chinese youth and said, "Sorry, kid, we went to your house to find you, just to ask, what happened in the Bronx on the 6th? What happened to the riot against the police that broke out during the protest on Lans Street? According to the investigation, it seems that you had a conflict with the police, and in the end you ran away and your companions were arrested."

The Chinese youth froze for a moment, then showed an angry expression, he grabbed the railing and yelled loudly: "The police shot at us and wanted to beat us, why can't I resist?!"

After finishing speaking, he began to beat on the railing of the magic cage, but Natasha took a step closer and said, "Your companions fought against the police with you, but you left them and ran away, which made you feel so miserable." They're in prison and their future is ruined, is that what you want?"

"You **** devils! You're going to hell!!"

Accompanied by the roar of the Chinese youth, his muscles began to tense unconsciously, and they grew bigger and bigger. The subtle air currents revolved around his body, and his beating movements became faster and faster, far exceeding the muscles of ordinary people. Frequency of.

Both Banner and Natasha took a step back vigilantly, Banner narrowed his eyes and said, "... Mutants?"

"No, it's not an innate talent." The experienced female agent judged: "It's probably an acquired practice, just like Matt."

"He seems to be going out of control, do you need me to take action?" Banner stared at the Chinese youth who kept roaring in the cage with a serious face, and he said with some annoyance: "If I knew it was this kind of uncontrollable superpower, I would have done it." Shouldn't have come here with you, we should have brought more people."

Natasha stretched out a hand and stopped Banner who wanted to approach. She carefully observed the expression of the Chinese youth, and then boldly stepped forward and said: "Now your companions are still in the accusation period, and there is no real convictions, if you break out and hurt people right now, especially S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, you're going to go to jail with them."

"But if you can calm down and talk about it and explain what the **** is going on, then there is room for redemption. I find that you have a lot of mistrust of the police and the secret agents, but I have to tell you that there are people in the All of this was planned behind the scenes, and the purpose is to use a reckless young man like you to cause a catastrophe." Natasha deliberately slowed down her speech, and said to the Chinese youth with a standard American English accent.

But the Chinese youth showed pain on his face. He kept beating the cage and said, "Stay away from me. I can't control it. This power doesn't belong to me. I can't help it..."

The expression on the face of the Chinese youth became more and more painful. Natasha knew that she could not delay any longer. She turned to look at Banner and asked, "Are you sure you can beat him unconscious without hurting him?"

Banner hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Hulk just vented, and his anger is at a bottleneck. I can borrow a small part of his power."

The female agent stepped aside, but Banner still turned to look at her and said, "You're not going to kill him, are you?"

"Of course, at least we need the truth."

Hearing Natasha's assurance, Banner walked to the back of the cage. He reached out and grabbed the twitching young man, then knocked him unconscious. The agents who had just chased the Chinese youth walked behind Natasha. Natasha Sha glanced at Banner and said, "Thank you for believing in S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I believe in you."

A hazy halo kept flickering in front of his eyes, as if someone was calling his name in a trance, and the air flow in his body ran uncontrollably, causing great pain.

Schiller looked at the Asian young man lying on the hospital bed, and waved his hand in front of him. The young man was twitching continuously, looking very painful. Just as Schiller was about to increase the concentration of the sedative, he saw the young man stretching hard. Tightening his upper body, raised his head, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Schiller, who was sitting next to him, and Natasha, who was standing at the end of the bed, were stunned. Natasha raised her hands first and said, "We definitely didn't beat him, it was Banner who knocked him unconscious, and he I controlled my strength and didn't hurt him."

Schiller frowned. He noticed that the young man's lips were a little purple and his breathing was not smooth. He quickly untied the bandages on the young man's arms, helped him up, and let his upper body fall forward and lie on the guardrail , and then slapped him **** the back.

"Cough cough cough cough cough."

After a burst of violent coughing, the young man spit out a few blood clots with a wow, and his breathing became much easier. He gasped and said instinctively: "Thank you, thank you... I almost went crazy."

Speak in Chinese.

"What did he say?" Natasha showed a surprised expression, repeated the pronunciation of thank you in Chinese, and said, "It seems to be 'thank you' in Chinese, what is the word behind it? What kind of magic?"

Schiller's eyes froze on the young Chinese's face, and he kept patting the young man's back. After his breathing rate recovered, he handed him a towel, asked him to wipe the blood from his mouth, and then handed him a towel. He has a glass of warm water.

Schiller gave Natasha a wink, Natasha froze for a moment, but still understood Schiller's intention, so the female agent lowered her face and said to Schiller: "Dr. Schiller, I hope you understand, we He needs to be in a healthy physical and mental state to be questioned, and that's your job."

"Of course, Ms. Romanov, but now he is my patient, and you are standing here as an interrogator, which is obviously not conducive to his recovery. Can you please go out first?"

Natasha glanced coldly at the young man lying on the bed, turned around and walked out the door. Schiller stood up and sent her out. Before closing the door, Natasha stared at Schiller's face with unkind eyes and said, "Doctor , your extra kindness should be reserved for those who need them. This guy is just a mob, or a traitor who left his companions and fled. He doesn’t deserve your sympathy. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

"Boom!"

The sound of the door being closed and the sound of fists hammering on the railing of the hospital bed sounded at the same time. After the door closed, Schiller sighed softly, walked back to the bed, looked at the young Chinese with gentle eyes and said, "Don't be angry, Nata Sha is considered to have a good temper among the agents, if you meet other agents, you may already be in the emergency room by now."

The Chinese young man opened his mouth, his expression flashed with anger, he was about to say something, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes, he took a deep breath, looked at Schiller and said: "I am not a mob, they are some inhuman law enforcement Machine, and I have not abandoned my companions!"

"Of course, I believe you." Schiller turned around, took out the medical record, opened the cap of the pen, looked at the young man's face and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man instinctively opened his mouth to answer, but it seemed that the words on the edge of his mouth turned around again, and they were spit out after being remade.

"Xu... Shang Qi."

(end of this chapter)