In Marvel's Kamen Rider Chronicles

In the early morning, the sunshine of Devil City shines into the city, waking up the sleeping people and getting up to work hard for the construction of the city.

"Hey, it's not Mark today?" A construction site manager wearing a hard hat looked at the registration table in surprise.

There was sitting a little boy immersed in writing.

"Hey, stop talking, Mark's house, something happened last night."

Lao Hei was stunned for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Robber?"

His companion sighed and shook his head: "Kill."

Lao Hei took a breath: "Hiss, I thought it was only in Hell's Kitchen..."

His companion chuckled: "Don't be stupid, and it's not far from that damn place. It only takes a few hours to drive."

"Do You have a Car?"

"No, I can't afford the gas anymore, and the bank loan is urgent. I sold it and paid off the loan. What about you?"

"Almost, ugh."

"Made, those damn white pigs, they deserve a lot of credit for this country being so rotten."

"Hey! You can't say such things here! This is racial discrimination!" A white-skinned man passing by said.

The two niggas stood up: "Listen, white pigs, the word racial discrimination was coined because you white people look down on us other races!"

The white-skinned man was dissatisfied and shouted loudly. The two black men also sang rap. Page after page of the women on the white-skinned man's family tree was confiscated.

The noise of several people gradually increased, and judging from the facial expressions of several people, it was not surprising that they would start fighting in the next second.

"Hey, although I really don't want to get involved in your affairs, I have to say that you can't quarrel here."

A thin figure stood among the three of them. The three of them looked at him, what a good guy, with an Asian face.

The three races of people, black, white and yellow, are here together, and the issue of racial discrimination is still being discussed.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, it's none of your business! Get out of here!" The white-skinned man blurted out in anger at this time.

The thin man with an Asian face waved his hand: "I repeat, I have no intention of getting involved in your affairs, but you are not allowed to quarrel here."

The white-skinned man picked his ears: "Huh? Why? This is not an official office building or a police station. Why do you say that?"

The Asian man spread his hands and said, "That's up to you. I've already given you a warning."

After a pause, the Asian man stretched out three fingers: "Three times."

The white-skinned man frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart.

The irritable black man on the side came over at this time and pushed the Asian man: "It's none of your business, leave now. I'm going to teach this white pig a lesson today."

The Asian man shrugged, then turned and left.

He warned the white pig three times. Correspondingly, the black people on the side should also know not to cause trouble here.

If you continue...

The white man was still thinking about what the Asian man meant when he saw one of the two black men approaching with clenched fists: "It's because of guys like you that we had to leave New York and come to this damned place. !”

As he spoke, he punched the white man in the face.

The white man fell to the ground in pain, and suddenly a fire broke out. He got up and was just about to rush up and have sex with the black man, when he saw the black man's head being pinched by a... a... a monster...

With silver flowing lines, bulging arms, and devil-like facial features, he pinched the tall black man like a chicken...

The white man wisely shut his mouth, he knew...

Devil City has a rumor, or rather it's not a rumor.

In this city, there lives a demon. The purpose of this demon's existence is to degenerate the entire city's residents into demons under his hands.

Although there is some urban legend in it, this rumor spreads day by day with the passage of time and becomes more and more true.

Now, he saw it with his own eyes...

"Devil, devil..." the white man murmured...

The nigger's companion was so frightened that he sat on the ground, but he kept shouting: "Wait! Wait! Me! We didn't break the rules! We were just fighting with that damn racist It's just some disputes, you, you devils can't just kill people!"

The nigger's companion was already speaking incoherently, and the monster holding his companion just looked at him quietly and then spoke softly: "The truth is, we can."

As he spoke, he used his right hand fiercely, ready to crush the nigger's head.

The black man who was pinched by him felt his brain explode, and severe pain hit him. Blood oozed from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and corners of his mouth at the same time...

then……

then……

Why? Am I not dead?

With the surprised expression on the nigger's face, he was thrown out. Although he was beaten to pieces, he got up immediately and fled from here quickly...

He had been being squeezed, feeling death so he didn't pay attention. When the monster was about to crush his head, a female voice stopped him:

"This is the entrance to the bookstore from now on. Don't let it get dirty."

After hearing this, the monster nodded and threw him out.

Whites and blacks alike looked at a woman emerging from a raised building barrier.

Yaz nodded the monster's head angrily: "How many times have I told you to stay away when cleaning up garbage? This is the territory of our bookstore in the future. If it gets dirty, I will get a headache, you know?"

Others on the side are used to it, but the whites and blacks have figured it out by now.

Contrary to that urban legend, in the Devil City, if you are caught by the police, it is not a big deal to go to jail, because it can only be locked up for a few years.

But if you mess with the bookstore manager...

Wait, let’s put it this way…

Whites and blacks understood why the order here was so good, and workers queued up honestly when they came to work. No one cut in the queue, no one shouted loudly, and everyone was in order...

Is a new bookstore being built here?

No, the area of ​​​​your bookstore is a bit outrageous...

This means that it is no problem to build a national library!

The white people and black people already knew what was being built here, so they naturally would not ask for trouble and continued to stay here, and left here in despair.

After they left, the place resumed its bustling scene with continued work.

At the corner of the street not far away, Mark was wearing a windbreaker and sunglasses on his face. He looked at the workers lining up to enter the construction site and remained silent.

"Let's go, intern. If you want to be a manager, you can't do things slowly."

Mark nodded and followed up with his companion.

He has his own affairs.

For the future of Devil City, he needs to do more.

And here...

A monument will be erected here.

A monument to where he hopes the Devil City will go in the future.