Brooklyn, New York!

In the early 19th century, this was just a farm of a large family. Later, it was divided into small plots of land, and houses were built to form the current community. In the late 19th century, with the approval of the people, Brooklyn was officially incorporated into New York City and became one of the five boroughs of New York. With a population of nearly 3 million and an area of ​​251 square kilometers, it has become the largest borough in New York.

If the various districts of New York were independent cities, then Brooklyn would be the third most populous city after Los Angeles and Chicago, and the fourth largest city in the United States by area.

Compared to Manhattan, the world capital across the strait, which is dressed in gold and silver and enjoys the spotlight, Brooklyn seems to lack confidence, like a poor relative of a landlord, and is not welcomed by others. Although it claims to be rich in rural atmosphere and more suitable for living, the weak economy and poor public security make the propaganda slogans seem so pale and powerless.

Because it was once a settlement for blacks and other ethnic minorities, and because of the low education level, employment difficulties and racial discrimination of ethnic minorities in the history of the United States, it is the area with the highest crime rate and is regarded as the original place of chaos, dirtiness and crime. Although the situation has greatly improved with the development of society, the environment of reckless development has been governed, and the quality of the population has also improved significantly, the darkness that has penetrated deep into the bones cannot be cleansed in a day or two, and the darkness is just hidden deeper.

As the most populous district in the city that never sleeps, Brooklyn is brightly lit at night, with people drinking on the streets to vent the heavy pressure and torture of life. From time to time, one or two drunken young women stagger out of the bar on the brightly lit streets, and kind strangers drop their cigarette butts and help them walk into their cars.

It must be said that there are still many kind-hearted people in Brooklyn. Although the woman was just a powerless one, there were three or four gentlemen who stepped forward, or even more. These gentlemen, wearing black leather jackets and cutting off their sleeves to reveal their arm tattoos, carefully opened the car door to take the woman away, and then drove the shaking car to send them home.

Tony Stark! A super genius born with a golden key, a top graduate of MIT, in addition to his enviable background and super brain, his scandals are the focus of attention of the whole United States. It is said that he slept with all the cover girls of Playboy for twelve months, and his female companion at the head of the bed changed every day. He is always surrounded by high-quality beauties, and his romantic encounters are enviable.

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In this country where capital is supreme, the rich are in heaven and the poor are in hell, he wanted to take revenge through formal channels, but he had no hope in this life. But this country without moral integrity showed him another way out. Even in the sporting goods stores on the street and the dimly lit underground bars, it was easy to buy a gun as long as you could afford it. No one would care what you did with the weapon. They only cared about how many Mr. Franklins you had.

Strange! Conspiracy! The story is like a script of deep hatred. If there is no trick, Duke would never believe it. He is not paranoid, but some people are too conspicuous. He spent all his savings and hired several top lawyers, but all ended in failure. He also encountered many warnings in private, some from the police and some from gangsters.

On 23rd Street in Brooklyn, a gray Ford second-hand car with paint peeling off was parked downstairs of an apartment building. After the car door opened, an Asian youth wearing frameless glasses walked out, exhausted and frustrated. He had a suit draped over his shoulders, his tie untied, and the top two buttons of his shirt undone, looking very decadent.

"Old York, what do you think I should do?"

After his death, because there was no will, the clinic was reclaimed by the government and sold to a fat entrepreneur. Duke, who lived in the clinic, was kicked out and rented a single apartment with nowhere to go. As for why he did not choose other areas with better security, the reason was simple: the rent of apartments in Brinklin was relatively cheap, which was very suitable for him who was short of money.

Duke waved his hand, sent away the businessman who was full of dirty jokes, and walked down the street with unsteady steps. At the corner was his small apartment building, but he did not feel the slightest joy of going home.

Duke worked hard and finally became a doctor of biology at Harvard University with excellent grades, devoting himself to the research of super serum. Even if he could not match the Hulk, he could reach the height of Captain America. At least he would be able to protect himself when the world-destroying catastrophe came.

"Look man, I swear to God, this feels better than a whore. You know, 'cause they're so loose, gaa ...

After traveling to this world, he has always had a sense of crisis because of the Stark Industries Building in Manhattan. This building is as dazzling as the Empire State Building, and its current helmsman, Tony Stark, is a wealthy man known to every household in the United States.

The flame of revenge burned fiercely in his heart, the seeds of hatred took root and sprouted, and he could never repay the kindness of his father who brought him up. Thinking of the kind old man, his adoptive father who paid for his education and taught him how to be a good man, Duke's eyes became even more vicious.

The faces of the mercenaries flashed through his mind. Old York's friends distanced themselves from him and did not lend a helping hand. The rest laughed at him for overestimating his abilities, some felt sorry for him, and some threatened him to stop meddling... He was just an ordinary citizen with no connections, and Butt had already taken care of everything, from the police to the gangs.

Duke remembered the fat-bellied entrepreneur, the black-hearted real estate businessman Bute, who smoked a cigar and was followed by a group of dubious people. He tried to buy the clinic from Old York five times, but was rejected every time. His offer was too low, too low, and Old York didn't want to sell his clinic, so the two sides never reached an agreement.

"You old-fashioned, poor man, who do you think you are? What I want will eventually be mine, and you can't change anything." After failing in his last visit, the frustrated Butt slammed the door and left, saying something cruel. He would use the power at hand to take revenge and make old York regret it.

The same night after he left, Old York was hit and killed on his way back from the supermarket by a drunk homeless man who stole his car. After Old York's death, the government used various reasons, semi-compulsory and semi-legal to quickly take back the small clinic on the second floor, and put it up for sale. It was quickly acquired by real estate businessman Butt.

Unfortunately, the world's script would not revolve according to his imagination. As a time traveler who grew up in an orphanage, he was very unfortunate and unlucky. It was common for time travelers to have no house, no car, and no mother, and there was nothing to be depressed about. But the dentist who adopted him, Old York, died in a car accident a week ago, which was hard to accept. Old York lost his wife and son in his early years. The grief of losing his relatives made him resign from the hospital. After selling his property, he bought a two-story building and opened a private dental clinic. Later, loneliness made him adopt Duke in the orphanage.

Some poor hippies borrowed some spare money from passers-by with the help of some props. Those props can be easily purchased on the black market, such as imitation folding knives and imitation marble guns, which are really imitations, but they are made to look like the real thing.

"I am probably the most unsuccessful time traveler!"

In the Marvel world, the rich rely on technology, while the poor rely on mutation. Duke is not a rich man, so mutation is the only way out. However, if the Marvel world is replaced by a martial arts world, the probability of mutation is no less than jumping off a cliff and encountering an old man and peerless martial arts. An illegal immigrant like him is destined not to be favored by the world. The treasures and great opportunities are prepared for the protagonists, and have nothing to do with him.

Duke lay on the iron bed, looking at the brightly lit bustling city with helpless eyes, but his heart was cold.

In addition to this iconic character, Duke's school textbooks praised a legendary shield warrior from World War II, a soldier wearing the Stars and Stripes, Captain America Steve Rogers! After seeing the news about these two people, Duke was 250% sure that he had traveled to the Marvel world. In this world where super villains wreak havoc every other day and aliens invade the earth, it is impossible to survive without a survival crisis. But the cruelty of reality made him helpless. Apart from his identity as a traveler, he was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person struggling for a living.

This world is not only full of superheroes and super villains, but also the evil capitalists. In this country where money is supreme, they can do whatever they want. The law is just a bitch on the street to them. As long as the price is right, the long legs that are reserved and tightly closed in front of the poor will be opened to them anytime and anywhere, and they can enjoy themselves as much as they want.

There are also black men singing raps, selling small white powder bags hidden in their arms to white-collar workers who are dressed in bright clothes and are obviously social elites. Don't get me wrong, those are laundry detergents that can wash away people's filth and tired souls, and there is a big market for them in this country.

"Maybe prison will be my home for the rest of my life. I hope I can have an independent cell, and it would be best if no one makes me pick up soap..." Duke closed his eyes and muttered to himself. This world is wonderful, but also dangerous, but it has nothing to do with him. All the funds used to study the serum were spent on legal fees. He gave up his future and just wanted to repay a favor.

Duke's tired eyes slowly closed. He had already decided to embark on the road of no return. Tonight, he just wanted to have a good sleep. In his dream, a gray space opened up. In the pure darkness, an endless gray path pointed to the distance.

Duke walked aimlessly on the narrow path. Tonight's dream was particularly strange...

Thanks to 'TimeSky' and 'Mr.Bai Ri' for the rewards!

(End of this chapter)