Desert Death from the Marvel Universe

Natasha is gone, and she has already completed the investigation of what should be investigated. The meeting with Li Kuang is also a tentative contact, and it is also a warning to those who make big news. Tell them that you have been being harassed by S.H.I.E.L.D. Watching.

Li Kuang didn't care at all about Natasha's purpose. SHIELD was a behemoth to ordinary people, but it was no threat to powerful people, such as Thor and Carol in previous movies. , Doctor Strange and Stephen Strange, they don’t care what S.H.I.E.L.D. thinks.

The game has been updated, but the person who sent me a lot of messages is not online, and because Natasha's arrival disturbed my interest, I am no longer in the mood to play the game.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

The sun is shining, the wind is warm, and it's another sunny day in New York.

I opened the store door, squinted at the sunshine on the horizon, and stretched.

Opposite Wanshiwu is a CD store. The owner is a Chinese-American and a young girl.

The store door opposite just opened, and the girl holding the billboard said hello after seeing Li Kuang.

Li Kuang waved his hand and smiled.

Hearing the sound of police sirens from a distance, Li Kuang expressed that he was not curious at all, because in the peaceful United States, crimes happen all the time.

He locked the door behind his back, hailed a taxi on the side of the road, and headed to Hell's Kitchen.

The driver, a white guy, laughed when he heard Li Kuang's destination.

The white guy was obviously a good talker, "Dude, do you go to Hell's Kitchen often?"

Li Kuang was not very interested in speaking, so he shook his head.

The white guy became excited when he heard this, and his voice became louder, "Brother, you don't know the situation in Hell's Kitchen now." The white guy turned his head and looked at Li Kuang and said, "The current Hell's Kitchen is different from the previous Hell's Kitchen. It’s the difference between heaven and earth.”

Li Kuang pointed ahead and said, "Look at the road."

The white guy chuckled, turned his head back and continued: "If you had said to go to Hell's Kitchen in the past, I would never have gone, but since the Shurima organization was established there, all the large and small gang organizations there have been eliminated. .”

The white guy sounded very puzzled: "After Shurima ruled Hell's Kitchen, they never expanded outwards or committed crimes. Instead, they started preaching like a church."

Although he keeps talking, his hands and feet are sharp, and it can be seen that he is an experienced driver.

Li Kuang was helpless at the white guy's familiarity and turned to look out the car window.

"Brother, buddy." Seeing that Li Kuang was not listening to him seriously, the white boy shouted at Li Kuang twice.

Li Kuang looked at the white guy blankly. Could it be that the meaning I expressed was not obvious?

"Brother, you must listen to what I have to say." The white guy is a talker. "These are all things I have seen with my own eyes. Shurima has run a company in Hell's Kitchen..."

Li Kuang's face became more and more solemn, and finally he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and lay on the seat with his eyes closed to relax.

Maybe it was because he saw that Li Kuang was really impatient, and maybe the white guy felt that he had gone too far, so he shut up.

The taxi was speeding on the road, stopping and going, and passed an intersection, listening to two police cars with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

Li Kuang tilted his head and looked at it. This intersection was very familiar. Old Man Rees lived nearby.

The taxi turned a corner and went straight onto the elevated highway. There were no countless traffic lights here, and it didn't take long to reach Hell's Kitchen.

Although it is still Hell's Kitchen, this area no longer has the dilapidated atmosphere of the past. It has a thriving vitality, and the streets are completely new.

The people at the bottom of society living in Hell's Kitchen, whether they are poor families or homeless people, have also changed their appearance.

Most of the people here believe in Shurima and have become loyal believers in Shurima. Some people who do not believe in Shurima are also workers in companies operating in Shurima.

There are no more homeless people in this place, and no more crime.

Most people in Hell's Kitchen are grateful that Shurima has brought them a promising life, so they work hard to protect this hard-won life and are deeply repulsive to outsiders, unless the person has Shurima. Believers lead the way in and out of Hell's Kitchen.

If you want to live in Hell's Kitchen, you need a certificate of residence issued by Shurima.

Why didn't anyone from the government intervene? Hell's Kitchen used to be unmanaged.

Hell's Kitchen is a small area, only about a dozen streets in size. Today, it only has entrances left in the four directions, southeast, northwest, and each entrance is guarded by Shurima believers.

The white taxi driver also knew the rules here very well and stopped not far from the entrance.

After Li Kuang got out of the car and walked a few steps, the believer guarding the entrance from a distance quickly ran over, put his hands together, bowed and knelt down.

The white boy who hadn't left yet opened his mouth in surprise and couldn't believe it. He breathed loudly with both hands and stared blankly at the two white young men who knelt down to Li Kuang.

The white boy looked like he had seen a ghost, shook his head violently, and looked at Li Kuang with shock in his eyes.

As a taxi driver and a living map of New York, the white guy knew a lot about Hell's Kitchen. He also knew that these guards were Shurima believers. Now that he was kneeling before Li Kuang, he could imagine that Li Kuang was a Shurima believer. Rima's senior boss.

Hearing the loud slap, Li Kuang turned to look at the white guy with wide eyes, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"No, no." The white guy waved his hands in panic.

The taxi drove away quickly with a beautiful flick of its tail.

"Get up." Li Kuang supported him with his right hand.

"Yes." The two said in unison.

The two young men stood up and patted the dirt on their bodies.

Both of these people were very thin, but their faces were red. Both of them wore Shurima Sun Disc brooches on their chests.

The man standing on the right is a little short, has short hair, and has a lightning bolt tattooed on his forehead. Maybe this person likes Harry Potter.

The person standing on the left is tall, but very thin, like a stick, with protruding forehead bones on his face, not much flesh, and looks like a drug addict.

"What are your names?" Li Kuang asked as he walked inside.

The short man said respectfully: "Harry Bart."

what!

Li Kuang stopped and turned to look at Harry Bart.

Harry Bart was also startled, his head bowed deeply and his shoulders shrank.

The tall man on the left stood beside him, hesitant to speak, looking at Harry Bart nervously.

When Li Kuang heard it, he thought it was Harry Potter. He stopped and thought about it before realizing that he was talking about Harry Bart.

"Your name is great!" Li Kuang patted Harry Bart on the shoulder, "Relax, let's go."

Harry Bart and the tall man next to him breathed a sigh of relief.

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