Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

The golden sunlight shines on the shabby streets of Hell's Kitchen, and the bright light is tinged with an evil dimness.

The old and dilapidated streets were lined with rusty and abandoned vehicles, and groups of skinny stray dogs were wandering along the garbage.

This is the slums of New York City, breeding ground for countless crimes and conflicts.

Before he even opened the car window, Brian could smell the stench.

In the hot New York City, the smell was steamed and fermented, mixed with the stench of human feces.

For ordinary people who have just arrived here, this place is simply hell on earth, but fortunately, ordinary residents of Hell's Kitchen have become accustomed to it.

The three cars moved slowly forward along the narrow streets of Hell's Kitchen.

As the number of zombie-like homeless people on both sides of the street decreased, only the gang members were left, who tortured Brian with their eyes for the hundred and first time.

Each of them was still breathing heavily, talking and laughing at a long distance, until Brian got closer.

They all fell silent, staring at Brian's strange gaze, which made him feel like he was being watched.

Opening the car window with reflective film, the red ninja raised his hand and greeted the rune-black bald man who walked out from the crowd.

The Indian then got out of the car and returned to his own seat.

Then the societies made way, revealing another narrow path in the dilapidated house.

We bumped along the way and drove towards a slum area.

When we arrived at a Jewish bar, we saw a huge wine cellar entrance that was big enough for cars to drive in.

Only then did Brian realize that the Hand's separatist center was hidden underground in this slum.

When the jeep slowly stopped, they had arrived at the entrance to the underground parking lot of the Anti-Separatist Center.

Brian's heart sank as he took one look at the heavy black iron door in front of him.

This is simply a war fortress, not something the police can break into at will...

Even if the police wanted to blow up the entire place, they would have to consider the mixed crowd of Hell's Kitchen residents living above.

Moreover, Brian would never believe that this factory had only one entrance and exit.

It definitely has more escape routes than you might think.

Whatever Brian was thinking, the red ninja lowered the window and pulled down his mask.

He got out of the car and walked to the front, to the iron gate, turned his back to Brian, answered the phone on the wall, and spoke in code.

Soon, with the sound of gears grinding, the huge iron door slid open to the sides, like two rows of teeth, revealing the throat inside that was ready to devour anyone.

Brian's cell phone had lost signal long ago.

He now has no way out.

I could only start the jeep in silence and drive towards my future.

As the lights came on, Brian arrived at the underground parking lot.

Brian stopped his jeep next to a familiar-looking jeep.

He jumped out of the car and was about to move the crates in the trunk when the red-clad ninja raised his hand to stop him.

His face veil was not pulled up again after he entered, revealing the dark face underneath.

The red-clothed ninja had a weird Japanese-Western hair, and the black man Yue led the way.

All the hair in the front was shaved off and tied into a bun with the dreadlocks at the back.

The red-robed ninja smiled meaningfully at Brian and said:

"No need, let someone else do this, just come with me..."

Brian had no right to refuse, so he could only follow the red ninja with an uneasy look.

With his right hand on the hilt of the samurai sword, the red-clothed ninja brought Brian to another iron gate. He glanced at Brian with contempt and said with a smile:

"There is one thing I lied to you about..."

"What?" Brian, who was delivering the message and was thinking about how to leave here quickly, was slightly stunned. He felt a chill on his vest and looked at the red ninja with some confusion.

The red ninja sneered, “I lied to you…there is nothing here that you need to give away.

In other words, everyone who comes here has to stay here to work and live, so Brian~ you can't leave, I hope you will like it here..."

Brian's breathing stagnated and his scalp suddenly went numb.

"Stay...stay here? Are you kidding?!" He said with a pale face:

"I have a lot of delivery tasks every day! I'm a good driver, they can't do without me..."

"Don't worry~" the red-clothed ninja sneered:

"As long as you do your job here and get the points, you will leave here one day.

After all... we can't confirm whether the people who come here will leak the information here, so all we can do is treat everyone equally!"

Brian's heart sank completely.

It turned out that the reason why the Hand was willing to let me come to the Independence Center after I had joined for such a short time was not because I had gained much trust in them, but because they had no intention of letting me leave from the beginning.

Think again about how your cell phone lost signal before you entered the alley.

The Hand is not afraid of being tracked and is well prepared.

Brian felt that his future was bleak, and his hand could not help but reach for the pistol at his waist, wanting to fight to the death.

The red ninja of course noticed his actions and sneered:

“Stay here, Brian, and don’t do anything stupid.

The Center for Separatism is in need of a forklift driver. Your boss said you have good driving skills and recommended you to us.

This is your honor! It is also his honor~"

Only fools care about this kind of honor!!

Gritting his teeth, Brian lowered his head and glanced at the big iron gate that was gradually opening and leading to a deeper abyss. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to attack!!!

"Hi, Yasuke~Hi Brian..." Just before the battle was about to break out, a familiar voice sounded from inside the door.

Brian's palm trembled again, and he almost spit blood onto the ground.

Yasuke, who was concentrating, twitched his lips and put his samurai sword back. You're using this trick again!

Looking at the person coming, Brian showed an unbelievable look and stammered:

"Kakaka...te?!"

The red ninja's expression froze, and Carter's smile became a little stiff.

Officer Carter had sneaked in using a fake name, and when his real name was suddenly revealed, Carter was soaked in a cold sweat...

"Her name is not Kakakat!" Yasuke cast a dark, scrutinizing gaze on the two of them, and with unprecedented pressure, he shook his right hand holding the samurai sword.

Facing the two desperate people, he said loudly:

"Her name is--Kakarot! Brain~ You remembered it wrong..."

"Hi~ Yes—my name is Kakarot!"

Carter was relieved that the crisis was over. As he spoke, he raised his fist and walked forward, wanting to do a complicated black hand-shaking gesture with the black man Yasuke.

However, Yasuke, a black samurai who grew up in Japan, did not understand this black culture and was not familiar with Carter at all. He just looked at Carter with cold eyes.

Carter awkwardly punched Yasuke's hand holding the samurai sword twice, slapped Yasuke's fist twice, and then pushed Yasuke's samurai sword with his butt.

And all she faced was Yasuke's cold face.

Brian couldn't help but cover his eyes.

This scene is embarrassing just thinking about it.

Helplessly, Carter walked towards Brian with an awkward smile on his face and his fist raised.

Don’t come over here——!

Although Brian didn't want to pay attention to Carter, he had no choice.

"Hi~man~"

"Wuhu~Brother~"

Brian showed a charming smile, bumped his fists together, and then there was a nonsensical hand-shaking gesture...

Then, Carter squatted down and began to quack like a duck, and Brian's smile completely froze.

Sis, that's not how you and Yasuke just touched each other...

After the hand-touching ceremony, Brian and Carter hugged each other's shoulders stiffly but familiarly.

Brian then asked in a low voice:

"Why are you here?"

"Wuhu~" Carter shouted, and explained without hesitation:

"I am a helper in the canteen of our Hand, responsible for delivering food to all members of the Hand. This is my last stop..."

As he spoke, Carter put his arm around Yasuke's shoulders and said:

“And this black guy told me before.

I got a promotion! I got a stable job here in the future, I am responsible for the assembly line..."

Carter whispered mysteriously:

“Cut open the bag.”

damn it!Falk!

Brian had been thinking of using Carter to escape from here, but now it seems that Carter is not reliable at all.

wrong……

Recalling that just two days after joining the police force, he saw Carter's astonishing destructive power.

She always manages to make good things bad and bad things good.

Maybe, all Carter needed to do was go to the bathroom and they would have a chance to escape from here.

With this thought in mind, Brian completely gave up on fighting to the death and took out the pistol from his waist and handed it to Yasuke.

Yasuke also appreciated Brian's tact. After searching them, Yasuke no longer cared about them and began to check the food that Carter brought.

Those were several iron boxes locked with passwords. They were packed in the moment the food was finished, and only after it was delivered did a special person unlock them to ensure that no one could poison the food at this stage.

I'm talking about you - Carter.

Noticing the curious looks from the two, Yasuke briefly checked and then explained without hesitation:

“Kakarot is lucky because this food is called antidote.

Delivery is only made once a year and is valid for one year.

And you will need to take a small amount of poison every day..."

With a sneer on his face, Yasuke said:

"Unless you don't eat, you must take the antidote. Everyone in the Hand needs to take it~"

Having arrived here, Yasuke felt that there was no possibility for the two of them to escape.

Afterwards, Yasuke carried the "antidote" sent by Carter to the front.

He waved his hand casually, signaling another black-clad ninja to take the two people to carry out the next task.

Send two people to the appropriate workstations.

"Come with me~" The ninja's English sounded very fluent.

He held the instrument in his hand and began to check the information, quickly confirming Brian's position as a forklift driver.

But... he didn't find any information about Carter at all.

(Because Carter is just a kitchen helper.)

Could it be that……

The black-clad ninja couldn't help but ask Carter:

"What do you do in the organization?"

"I'm a cook!" Carter said firmly:

“A newly discovered chef.”

"Are you a chef (chef)?" The black-clad ninja looked a little shocked. In that case, it made sense that no information could be found.

"Yes, I'm the new chef." Carter's words were full of confidence.

"Can you cook? How well do you cook?"

"I did pretty good!" Confidence!

"Very good?" The red-clothed ninja glanced at Carter in disbelief and said:

"I hope you can still say this confidently later. You know, the head chef was hired by Madam Gao at a high salary. He is a chef who has won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

Even lizard serum can be copied!

Can you compare with him?"

"Tsk~" Carter sneered and clenched his fists.

“Why does cooking have to be so complicated, and even put in lizards?

Even if he has won ten chemistry awards, he may not be better than me..."

"Okay!" The ninja's expression changed. He looked at the confident Carter and confirmed that Carter was not joking with her own life.

He said with a serious expression:

"I'll take you to the kitchen, and he..."

Brian, the only sober and intelligent person present who understood the entire conversation, immediately said:

"I'm her right-hand man! We're a team! She can't live without me—"

Afraid that the black-clad ninja would not believe him, and also afraid that he would lose this hard-earned escape plan, Brian added:

"She can't live without me. You may not know this, but she has very bad luck, and I am her lucky star."

Brian said with a stiff smile.

He also kicked Carter to make her cooperate.

However, this light kick hit some nerve in Carter, and she instantly fell to the ground, screaming and rushing towards the black-clad ninja.

There was a click.

Carter grabbed the black-clad ninja's clothes on his chest with both hands and fell down, tearing the ninja's clothes smoothly all the way to his ankles.

The black-clad ninja holding the cell phone was only wearing cat claw underwear, standing stiffly in a daze, with two clearly visible claw marks on his chest. He couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief.

Carter apologized quickly.

"Ah-I'm sorry! I think I'm actually quite lucky..."

As he said that, Carter quickly raised the black cloth in one hand and tried to put it on the black-clad ninja.

But when he raised his hand, he pulled out the rubber band in the ninja's pants.

The elastic monkey band hit the naked ninja's butt hard, leaving a long red mark and making the ninja let out an enchanting whimpering moan.

The cloth behind him also fell to the ground, and the naked ninja shivered with his arms crossed over his chest.

Seeing that Carter was still trying to help, the naked ninja quickly waved his hands and retreated with a scream.

It was just that Carter's feet stepped on his clothes, and the ninja's ankles were still bound by the clothes...

With this retreat, the ninja fell backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and saw stars.

"That's enough! Don't come over here! I believe it!"

Paji——

Carter's footing was not stable, and in the naked ninja's bulging eyes, Carter elbowed at his cat claw underwear.

"what--"

The screams were heart-wrenching.