Meiman God Cultivation System

Hell's Kitchen, a garbage dump on the edge of the Hudson River.

Stark was woken up by a stench. When he opened his eyes, he saw mountains of garbage all over the world. It was raining lightly in the gloomy sky. The freezing temperature made him feel extremely cold.

Stark crossed his arms, widened his eyes, and stared blankly, as if he wanted to find some clues to understand where this place was.

He obviously fell into a coma after defeating Killian, and he could still vaguely remember Pepper's call.

But now, why does it appear in a garbage dump?

Just when he was thinking about this, the sky suddenly darkened, and the roar of the machine starting up suddenly woke Stark up.

"Fake!"

Stark cursed angrily and threw himself forward, avoiding the garbage dumped by the crane.

The thin clothes became dirty in the muddy water, and the stench of the garbage dump also clung to the clothes, making Stark feel dizzy.

He held the puddle with his disheveled hands and stood up with difficulty. The rain washed his body, but it could not wash away his doubts.

"What the hell does this happen?"

Stark tried to activate the electrical energy in his body, but found that there was no movement at all, and even the reactor in his chest disappeared without a trace.

"Hey! Boy! What are you doing standing there?" A shout came from the distance, making Stark couldn't help but look back.

I saw a small room in the distance, which seemed to be the security room at the entrance of Stark Tower. It was specially used for the security guards to rest.

"Hey! Boy! What about you? Are you okay?"

The rain fell heavier and heavier, blocking Stark's sight. He watched the speaker holding an umbrella and slowly walking towards him.

But he felt colder and colder, and his body became weaker and weaker, as if... he had returned to the dark cave in Afghanistan.

Just this time, will Yin Sen save him?

Stark slowly closed his eyes and fell forward, vaguely hearing unfamiliar curses.

"Fake! You bastard, don't die! This is not a place where you can touch porcelain!"

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A few hours later, Stark woke up from a coma again. What he saw was a dilapidated iron ceiling. He was in a room of only a few square meters, filled with various items. He slept on a single bed.

Although the sheets are old, there is no peculiar smell, which is much better than the garbage heap just now.

An iron stove was placed in the middle of the room, emitting a warm firelight, and an iron kettle was steaming.

Above where Stark looked up, an old TV was installed in the upper left corner. When he leaned on the bed, he could just see the TV screen.

at this time!The weather forecast is playing on the TV. New York City will usher in a new rainy season in the next week. This is the last rain before the end of spring, and it will be extremely cold.

Squeak!

The door was pushed open, and an old man with a colorful beard walked in, holding a bag in his hand.

"Thank God! You finally woke up. I thought you were going to die here. That's really unlucky!"

Stark looked at the miserable homeless man in front of him and felt a little confused. He must have saved him!

"Thank you very much for saving me. In return, what do you want? I can give you a sports car and a house worth millions of dollars, otherwise I will give you the most out-of-print watch in the world..."

Stark looked at his empty wrists and suddenly remembered that when he woke up just now, he had only thin clothes left on his body.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward...

"Uh... I will definitely arrange a brand new big house for you when I go back." Stark said firmly.

"Before that, why don't you take this cheeseburger first!" The old man was amused by Stark's words, and he didn't care about these nonsense. He sat calmly by the stove and took out the cheeseburger from the bag. He took out a burger and handed it to Stark.

Stark looked at the burger that was handed to him, and was frozen in place for a moment, not knowing whether to take it or not.

But his stomach had already begun to growl, and his hunger finally defeated his dignity. He took the burger with an embarrassed look and scratched his cheek in embarrassment. As a famous rich man in the world, he has never been so depressed. .

The old man picked up his portion of the burger from the bag, grabbed a jar in the corner, and added a lot of special sauce to the burger. Looking at Stark's confused eyes, he asked jokingly: "Would you like some?" ? My special sauce."

As he spoke, the burger handed to Stark was filled with a lot of strangely colored sauce, which looked a bit like chocolate sauce, but wouldn't it be boring to eat like this?

Stark couldn't help but think about it, and took a tentative bite. There was no strange feeling at first. He just felt sticky and a little weird. But after taking a second and swallowing it in his throat, a fire touched his soul. The spiciness is so intense that it inspires you.

In an instant, Stark was so hot that he was sweating all over his body, with tears and runny nose flowing out.

"Hahahaha! It tastes great! This is the chili sauce made from the chili peppers I grew myself." The old man laughed, opened his mouth and took a delicious bite. The brown sauce was covered with his beard.

Stark sniffed hard, wiped away the snot and tears that were about to drip with his sleeves, panted slightly, feeling the warmth brought by the pepper, as if there was a burning fire in his stomach.

Seeing how delicious the old man's food was, Stark seemed to have made some determination, biting down one bite at a time and swallowing it all.

After a while, the old man was licking his fingers, licking the chili sauce off his beard, throwing the paper bag into the stove, lying on the chair and watching TV.

"You must have had a lot of debt and someone came to your door! I see that all you have left is a pair of short-sleeved shorts. Did they even take away your shoes? Poor guy!"

Without waiting for Stark to answer, the old man looked up and watched the TV. "There is a pair of my old clothes next to the pillow. You can take them and wear them. It's such a cold day, if you don't want to freeze to death."

"I can't accommodate another person here, so I can only keep you until dawn. You can leave early tomorrow morning!"

Stark listened quietly, with thousands of words in his throat that he wanted to refute, but suddenly he felt that all of this seemed meaningless. He might as well wait until he got home to repay him!

"Thank you!" Stark said, and the only thing he could say now was thank you.

"You're welcome! Everyone has their downfalls. I used to...Hey! Now I can only be a garbage dump."

Stark was a little shy, lowered his head, saw the clothes the old man had prepared for him, and picked them up.

"I really envy those big shots on TV! That cool armor can probably buy tens of thousands of garbage dumps!"

"War Armor?" Stark raised his head in confusion and saw the old man pointing at the TV.

When he looked up, the Stark Group's latest plan was clearly playing on the TV.

[The world's richest man, Tony Stark, plans to buy Alcatraz as his new home. The mansion in Malibu was completely damaged in a battle with bad guys recently...]

In the picture, Tony Stark, who is wearing a white armor, proudly raised his chin, opened his hands and enjoyed the spotlight. Pepper's slightly haggard figure stood behind him, smiling and looking at the people in the light. man.

"No! It's impossible! He's not Tony Stark." Seeing his beloved woman holding someone else's arm, Stark's teeth suddenly chattered, and he clutched his clothes tightly in his hands, wishing he could rush over on the spot and kill that man. Fight off the bastard who pretends to be you.

"Haha! He's not Tony Stark, are you? Stop teasing me, look at the poor guy you are."

The old man glanced at the anxious Stark, and was immediately amused by his serious look. Then he looked at Stark's face, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the Tony Stark on TV. , he was stunned for a while.

"Gitui! If I hadn't picked you up, maybe you could have pretended to be the richest man in the world. You really look a bit like that stupid rich man!"

[The latest news, Mr. Dracula, CEO of Saint Group, announced a new product launch conference for anti-cancer drugs and announced the latest cooperation with the military...]

[The latest news is that a naked middle-aged male professor appeared in the British Stonehenge. He threatened that soon the nine worlds will be aligned in a straight line, and the magical scene of the nine worlds uniting into one will appear on the earth...]

Stark stared at the TV blankly, but could no longer read the content behind it. The scene just now kept echoing in his mind.

If the man on TV is Tony Stark, who is he?

Stark lowered his head and looked at his hand, and finally noticed the mark of the Sun Council engraved on the back of his hand, which was the magic specially created by Roger.

"Yes! Roger! He must know how to handle it."

Stark immediately immersed himself in the Sun Parliament, only to find that the place he entered had turned into chaos. There were no ancient halls, no huge round conference tables, and no flashing heads.

"Have you even left me?" Stark murmured.

no!We cannot continue like this, we must find a way to crack it.

Stark raised his head and looked at the old man who was watching TV. The sudden sight made the old man feel uncomfortable. He said impatiently: "What are you watching? I warn you, don't have any wrong ideas, otherwise I will I'll kill you with one shot."

"No! That's not the case. I haven't asked you yet. What is your name? Where is this place?"

"Tom, you can call me Uncle Tom. As for here, don't you live here? This is Hell's Kitchen, the worst place in New York City."

"Thank you! Tom, I will definitely come back to repay you!" Stark said as he put on the clothes Tom gave him, then opened the door and left here.

"Hey kid! Is it still raining outside? There's no need for you to get out now. I won't chase you away."

"Thank you very much! But I have to go find a friend who also lives here."

In the darkness outside the door, there was the sound of rain, and Stark's unhesitating voice was also heard.

He was going to find Matt, Daredevil Matt, that was his only hope.

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