The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Natasha was wandering around the town. Wearing thick sunglasses, she was sitting in a restaurant.

"One omelette, one waffle, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice." Natasha said politely to the waiter.

"Wow, beautiful tourists like you are rare!" the waiter praised without hesitation.

"Thank you! Has anyone ever told you that you look handsome in your work uniform?"

The half-grown young man's face turned red and he smiled and said, "This is my first time being praised by a beautiful woman..."

Natasha smiled and held out her hand, holding out a newspaper.

"What is this?" the young man asked.

"I'm a reporter for National Geographic. I'm responsible for taking pictures of landscapes and writing reports on local customs and customs... I happened to pass by and heard that Elm Street is very scenic."

"Of course! Our Elm Street has a great view!" the young man said proudly.

"I didn't expect that besides the beautiful scenery, there are also a lot of handsome guys here."

Natasha took off her sunglasses and raised her hand to stir up her cascading red hair.

The specially prepared perfume mixed with a little fragrant sweat was emitted and spread in a three-meter radius.

"It smells so good..." The young man hurriedly covered his mouth, and then apologized: "I'm sorry, what I just said sounded like a gangster."

"I just thought you were complimenting me. By the way...can you tell me about some mysterious rumors on Elm Street?"

"Mysterious rumors?"

"Hmm, when we write articles for impurities, we have to be a little exaggerated. You know these people nowadays are not interested in plain stories..."

"Is that so..."

The young man looked around and confirmed that the restaurant owner was not there and that the surrounding customers were far away. Then he said slowly:

"More than ten years ago, we had an accident here. Children often disappeared, and some reported that they had met a perverted uncle."

Natasha pretended to be puzzled and asked: "I'm very interested in such a story..."

Seeing this, the young man explained excitedly: "Later, those parents discovered that all the clues pointed to the worker in the suburban boiler factory...Freddy!"

When he said this name, there was a chill in the room.

The temperature dropped sharply, and Natasha had a bad feeling.

But she has a mission, and she must figure it all out.

"These parents were the first wealthy people on Elm Street, and some of them worked in the police station and schools. In short, they also looked for Freddy many times. The guy refused to admit it, but then someone found him in his boiler room. Those children's clothes..."

"This sounds like an unsolved case..." Natasha deliberately didn't show much interest.

This made the young man a little anxious and wanted to tell the story of what happened next.

"This is not over yet. Later, more parents' children disappeared! They also found more evidence, and they decided privately... to lynch Freddy!"

"Lynching?"

"Yes! They tied up Freddy and set him and his house on fire!"

"That's what it is..."

"This is a revenge story that is not fit for publication..." Natasha said.

"This is all normal. The key is that there is a curse! Freddy said before he died that he would kill the descendants of these people, and his ghost will not leave Elm Street!"

"It's obvious that this guy is a ruthless character."

"Not long ago, some kids in town reported that they were dreaming about Freddy, about this damn disfigured monster..."

The young man was about to continue explaining the strange things that had happened recently, but the boss walked out of the kitchen, so he had no choice but to shut up and not talk about it.

"Then I'll prepare something to eat for you..."

"Okay, thanks!"

Natasha looked out the window. Several school buses from New York entered Elm Street one after another and stopped in the central parking lot.

During this period, a familiar figure attracted her attention.

"Klein? I didn't expect to meet a little cult leader like you here..." Natasha looked at Klein with complicated eyes.

"Who would have thought that this 15-year-old boy would control most of the veterans in New York and have the ability to heal injuries.

But something is wrong with Elm Street, your treatment methods won’t have much effect, so let me remind you..."

Natasha has read Fury's "Avengers Plan".

Klein is one of the reserve members of the "Avengers". Of course, this is just Fury's wishful plan.

Klein, who has tens of billions of assets, is obviously not interested in this desperate 'Avengers' team.

"Little guy, it seems that you are very popular with girls..."

Natasha clasped her hands together, moved gracefully, leaned forward slightly, rested her head on her hands and stared at Klein under the tree in the distance outside the window.

........

At seven o'clock in the evening, the clear sky gradually turned dark.

Natasha used her top secret agent skills to obtain enough intelligence information in this small town.

“Target: Freddy.

Abilities: Dream-related, mind control. "

"This guy has self-awareness. He should be a spirit body, or a hell demon. The specific strength is unclear. This needs to be handled by Hellboy and his department. I don't have an effective way to clean it up."

After Natasha compiled the information, she compiled a document and sent it to Fury.

A few minutes passed, and Fury replied: "I have contacted the Supernatural Society, please call back soon."

Natasha packed her backpack and prepared to leave under the cover of night.

But he saw the school bus parked in the parking lot, and couldn't help but think of Klein.

"Little guy, let my sister give you a hint!"

.......

Inside the hotel.

Klein finished washing and was instructing Peter to do push-ups.

"17...18...come on, finish 20!"

"I...can't hold on anymore..."

"Now the world is full of robbers with guns, or mutants with animal heads. We can only protect ourselves and the people we love by working hard and making ourselves strong."

"Hmm...19...uh...2...20!"

"You did it Peter!"

The panting Peter fell to the ground. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Klein with a tired look on his face.

Klein suddenly thought of something and asked, "How is Uncle Ben doing lately?"

"Him? He seems to have found a good job and rarely drinks anymore."

"That's good...."

"Why do you suddenly ask Uncle Ben?"

"Care about your classmates' parents..."

"Oh.."

While the two were talking, Klein heard a series of Morse code tapping sounds.

Peter, who was about to go into the bathroom to wash up, didn't notice the sound. Klein got dressed and pushed the door open.

As soon as he walked out, a dark shadow appeared in front of him and a whip kicked him.

Klein just raised his hand and intercepted it easily without dodging or dodging.

"Snapped!"

Natasha's foot was like a big python, and she pulled it back instantly, and Klein couldn't lock it at all.

"Little guy, you have good skills..."

"My skills are pretty good too. Beautiful agent sister, do you want to give it a try?"

"Ha... I'm here to remind you to be careful. Something is wrong here. Leave as soon as you can!"

"We are all looking for excitement in life. We go on outings just for adventure."

"Oh, then I wish you a happy adventure!" Natasha was not in a hurry. After saying this, she walked away.

Peter's voice sounded behind Klein, "Who are you talking to, Klein?"

"I'm playing Tantan and sending voice messages to female netizens."