This Kryptonian is Too Steady

Hell's Kitchen, officially named Clinton, also commonly known as West Midtown, is an area on the west coast of Manhattan Island in New York City, USA. It is roughly bounded by 59th Street and 34th Street in the north and south, Eighth Avenue in the east, and Harder in the west. A rectangular area of ​​the Xun River.

As the crime center of New York, the crime capital of the Marvel universe, the crime rate in the Hell's Kitchen area is firmly ranked first in the United States, and it has dropped a lot from the second place.

According to the statistics of an unknown person, a crime occurs here on average every 5 seconds.

Drug addicts and pimps can be seen everywhere, and the Hand Association and Jinpin forces are also looming. Even some organizations that worship slimy cold-blooded animals that shout every day to cut off one head and grow two more, will carry out some activities here. illegal activity.

Every time the gangsters competed for territory, there would be more than a dozen unnamed corpses in the Hudson River the next day.

Human life is the least valuable thing here.

It's hard to imagine that such a "spectacle" can exist for a long time in Manhattan, a place where every inch of land is expensive, and it can be regarded as realistic magicism.

Maybe this is the lighthouse of the world.

In a certain alley in Hell's Kitchen, a Caucasian woman in a short yellow skirt and carrying a small dark green cross-body bag walked alone.

Her pace was much faster than usual, goosebumps appeared on her skin, and the uneasiness on her face was hard to hide.

Heidi knows how dangerous it is for a woman to walk alone in Hell's Kitchen at night.

But she has no choice, the restaurant business is booming today, she is too busy, in order not to be deducted from wages and fired by the miserly boss, she dare not ask to leave work on time at all.

After all, she was a single mother with two children, and the job was too important for her to lose.

Thinking of her pair of sons and daughters with excellent grades, Heidi finally looked a little more relaxed.

Suddenly, two Niges wearing black hoodies rushed out from the side path, one behind the other, holding a stainless steel dagger, blocking Heidi's way of coming and going.

"Cousin, hand over the bag in your hand to us!"

'God bless me! '

As a native of Hell's Kitchen, Heidi knew she was about to suffer the moment she was surrounded, and quickly raised her hands to express her senseless resistance: "You guys take it away, just don't hurt me!"

Hearing Heidi's words, the tall Nigo behind her was not polite, he tore off the small dark green satchel, and then carefully searched for the belongings inside.

"he, tui..."

After taking away all the valuables, Nego threw the small satchel on the ground angrily, stomped hard on it, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on it, cursing: "It's only twenty-eight dollars, what a waste!" Poor guy."

Hearing this news, the short Nige in front of Heidi also felt unlucky. He thought that if he did this, he would have money for fun in the past two days, but he didn't expect this guy to be poorer than them.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he carefully looked at Heidi from bottom to top.

95/67/102

The short Nige swallowed with difficulty, his eyes lit up, his breath was stagnant, he showed a wolf-like expression, and winked at the accomplice behind him.

Receiving the hint from the short Nigo, the tall Nigo nodded, put the dollar bills into his pocket, and then took two steps suddenly, grabbing Heidi's hands and twisting them behind his back.

Seeing this, the short Nigo showed a lewd smile, put away the dagger in his hand, took out a stack of scotch tape from his pocket, and walked slowly towards Heidi.

"No, no~ help! Someone help me!"

The moment he was caught, Heidi knew that something was wrong, and began to cry for help.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long before short Nigo sealed his lips with tape.

All I could do was utter a 'woo hoo' sound.

"Cousin, you'd better serve our brothers well, otherwise everyone will see your naked body in the Hudson tomorrow!"

After dragging Heidi to the dark alley, the two niggas couldn't wait to start holding hands up and down, while not forgetting to threaten with words.

Heidi's blushing face instantly turned pale when she heard the threat from the short Nige. Thinking of her two children waiting at home, her resistance gradually weakened.

"Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo..."

Just as the two niggas unbuttoned their belts and were about to do something indescribable, a burst of music with a strong sense of rhythm suddenly came from the night sky.

"Walter the Fuck! What idiot plays music so loud?"

Interrupted by the sudden weird music, the short Nige was furious and looked around angrily, trying to find the source of the sound.

'Ding--'

'Ho...ho...'

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the short Nige turned his head resentfully, his pupils shrank suddenly.

His companion was clutching his bleeding throat, fell to the ground, panting with difficulty, with a triangular dart sticking out of it.

Before he even had time to put on his pants, Ni Ge hurriedly took out the dagger from his pocket, looked around in horror, and said sharply, "Who is it? I warn you, we are under Boss Jin Bin!"

"Pearson Webster, born on April 22, 1986 in Brooklyn, New York, has been arrested 13 times for theft and robbed 4 times. He is suspected to be related to the two murders. He is currently playing for the Leopard Gang in the Clinton area. There is no apparent connection with Jin Bing's affiliated forces."

Taking advantage of the reshuffle of the underground forces after the Battle of New York, Jin Bing has completed the unification of the underworld forces in New York, and now even a gangster can be said to be Jin Bing's subordinate.

A figure in a black mecha emerged from behind Nige, speaking in a low, hoarse voice about his crimes.

Having been told of his own details, Webster turned around tremblingly, saw this armor full of sci-fi atmosphere, and asked uncertainly, "Iron...Man?"

Looking at Nego who kept retreating, an ugly smile appeared on the mask of the battle armor: "No, be bold, but Tony Stark is not the only one who can make this kind of thing."

"Could it be, aliens?"

In the brain of a low-level gangster like Webster, apart from Tony Stark, the only ones who can possess this kind of high technology are aliens in various blockbuster movies.

'puff--'

"You know too much."

A dart slashed Webster's neck, causing him to follow in his companion's footsteps.

After stepping over the bodies of the two, the triangular dart on the ground turned into a puddle of liquid, automatically crawled back to the soles of the armor, and merged into one.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Seeing the black 'demon' approaching, Heidi's eyes widened in horror, her legs and buttocks worked together, and she kept squirming backwards.

A small knife was conjured up from the fingers of his right hand, cutting off the tape binding Heidi's hands, and the black armor stood up and prepared to leave.

Seeing that the black 'devil' not only didn't hurt her, but saved herself, Heidi quickly tore off the tape on her mouth, and summoned up her courage to ask, "Excuse me, who are you?"

The black figure didn't make any answer and drifted away.

After a short silence, Heidi ignored the high heels that fell on the ground, ran two steps, and said loudly: "Thank you!!"

The black battle armor paused, nodded sideways, and merged into the darkness.