The simulated Hollow hunting training was attacked by real Hollows. The originally heavy casualties were reduced to a minimum because of Duke, with three deaths and no injuries. The gate to Soul Society was soon opened, and the members of the 12th Division entered one after another, fiddling with strange instruments to investigate the cause of this incident.
But this has nothing to do with the freshmen. The thrilling scene tonight frightened them, and under the guidance of several Shinigami, they returned to Soul Society. Aizen, Ichimaru Gin, and Duke were asked a lot of questions, and they did not return to their respective dormitories until the next morning.
Duke didn't plan to say more about the Masked Corps, because there was no evidence, and no one would believe it even if there was evidence. The Central 46th Chamber was all controlled by Jinghua Suigetsu. In Soul Society, Aizen's words were more effective than Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, so Duke was crazy to report him.
From the time Aizen betrayed Soul Society to the time he was defeated by the protagonist, the Gotei 13 surprisingly didn't sacrifice a single positive character. All the dead were from Hueco Mundo... Oh, Ichimaru Gin and Tosen Kaname died! In a sense, Aizen has made a great contribution to maintaining world peace. He is a hero who sacrificed himself for the benefit of the world and successfully achieved the maximization of happiness.
What a great sentiment! So Duke didn't intend to reveal his plan. Anyway, the ending was a happy one, so just follow the plot. If he went too far and caused a big change in the plot, and several important characters died, that would be a big joke.
Seven days later, the terminal in Duke's arms sent a message that Urahara Kisuke had prepared the information and could trade at any time...
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Thinking of the other's blooming chrysanthemums, Duke's face changed again and again, but in the end he didn't say anything. A father who can even abandon his dignity for his daughter, at this time, any more words would be insulting to him, even words of comfort.
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Duke did not refuse, he took the money and put it in his pocket. He thought the other party would keep refusing to pay, but he did not expect that the other party still remembered it after such a long time, which made him like him more. After receiving the money, Duke kindly said: "Although it is none of my business, I still want to remind you not to get too involved, you still have a daughter to support."
"Sir, would you like something else? For example, freshly ground coffee beans. If you buy $200 worth of coffee beans at a time, our store will give you a fresh grinder for free. Believe me, you will like it. It is noiseless and consumes less beans. The ground coffee is rich and mellow, and the concentration can be adjusted. I like the Italian coffee the best, it's so cool!" This was not the first time the cashier had dealt with Duke. Duke would always purchase large quantities of coffee and consume it in a very short time. Unfortunately, they were all bagged instant coffee that was not very valuable.
24-hour convenience store!
"Hey, Dr. Duke, wait for me."
Duke's clinic is located on Ninth Avenue in Brooklyn, and the famous Chinatown is next to Eighth Avenue. This area is not an economic center, and the average building height is very low, with few high-rise buildings. If Spider-Man comes here, he will be attacked several times.
That night.
Duke walked out of the house wearing a gray hoodie, and he pulled the hood up to cover the upper half of his face. Don't get me wrong, he didn't intend to be a chivalrous superhero, he just went to buy coffee. After several days of "interior decoration", he didn't leave the house, and the mountain of coffee in his house had run out, so he needed to restock.
Gold was stunned for a moment. It had probably been a long time since anyone had spoken to him like this. He put away his playful smile and replaced it with a sincere expression. He was touched and said, "Thank you for your concern, Dr. Duke. But you think too highly of me. I don't have the guts to go to a street fight with a typewriter in my arms. Only people in Chicago would be that crazy."
Duke shook his head. If it weren't for the unknown space, his fate would probably be no better than Gold's. New York is indeed full of gold, but there are too many white bones buried under the gold.
"You misunderstood, I'm here to pay back my medical bills!" Gold didn't care about Duke's contemptuous look, nor did he feel inferior because of his job. What's wrong with selling laundry detergent? Wasn't the great president Abraham Lincoln also a dock worker?
It wasn't cold that day, but Gold was wearing a thick leather jacket. If it was like that, it wouldn't be a big deal, but there were several big holes on his jacket and jeans. Judging from the rough workmanship, it was obviously done by humans. This is also a street style of the old Americans. If these gangsters don't cut two holes on their bodies, they won't even say hello to people when they go out.
Because of their skin color, Duke's patients were mainly yellow and black people, and of course there were also white people whose pockets were cleaner than their faces. In other words, his clinic only received poor people.
"Stark Industries' stock price plummeted by 10%..."
Old York had been a dentist all his life, and although Duke had no intention of inheriting his legacy, he did not close the clinic either. Instead, he created a shadow clone to receive two or three patients every day, in order to conceal his identity and to commemorate Old York.
"I hope so!" Duke shrugged and said nothing.
Duke packed up all the coffee in the store, all instant coffee, and handed the cashier a crumpled dollar bill when he paid.
Gold firmly believed that his downfall was temporary and a test from God. When he saved up some initial capital, he would be able to soar back to Wall Street. By then, his daughter would be able to live in a spacious house and the dog at home would have a warm nest.
Duke ignored the cashier, his attention was drawn to the TV in the convenience store.
Although he was doing a job that was hated by the public, this guy still had some moral integrity and decent character. At least he had never sold his products to minors. According to this guy himself, he was once a high-ranking investment consultant at an investment company. Unfortunately, the company went bankrupt and his stocks became worthless. Then came the bad news. His house and car were confiscated to pay off his debts, and his wife ran away with an insurance agent. In just three days, he went from being a social elite to a homeless man with nothing. Of course, that was not all. He also had a daughter and a dog. In order to feed three mouths, including himself, he had to join a gang and started as a small salesman to fight for a better tomorrow.
"According to analysis, this was a premeditated kidnapping..."
"Are you sure? Although the medical expenses are not much, you are not rich, right?" Duke looked at the other person strangely.
"Here's an urgent news! According to the latest news from our reporter, Mr. Tony Stark, the helmsman of Stark Industries, the famous philanthropist and arms dealer, has disappeared in Afghanistan. All the American soldiers who were traveling with him have died. It is suspected that they were attacked by terrorists..."
Duke had just locked the door and taken two steps when a wretched figure came towards him. Duke recognized him, as did all the residents of this street, Gold, the detergent vendor, a white man with a frivolous face.
"The U.S. military did not find Mr. Tony Stark's remains at the scene..."
"I recently found a part-time job and now I have a lot more money on hand." Gold said as he took out some crumpled US dollars and stuffed them into Duke's pockets.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Duke said goodbye to the other person with a stiff face. Somehow, he suddenly felt that the other person smelled like shit... Maybe it was an illusion! "Goodbye, Dr. Le. Next time you go out to buy something, tell me. As long as you pay a little tip, I can help you run errands. You know, the streets of Brooklyn are not peaceful. You're so thin, it's best not to go out alone at night." Gold waved and left, walked towards the two black brothers, greeted them warmly, and sold his laundry detergent.
Gold talked freely, saying that he was not a pure gangster, but a latecomer. He had no special skills except being thick-skinned, and he was not ruthless enough. Because he was easy to bully, the quality of his laundry detergent was not good, and his business was average. In order to support his daughter's schooling, he often earned some extra money.
He didn't say it, but Gold opened up and talked about his part-time job: "You know the 'Fitness Bar' on the next street, I can earn a lot of commission every day there."
This street was Gold's territory, and he had contracted and bought out the laundry detergent business. It might sound impressive, but in reality he was just a low-level supplier and a cannon fodder worker. The profits he earned from working hard every day were taken away by the people above him, and the money he earned was barely enough to make ends meet.
Duke's face turned green when he heard the name "Fitness Bar". He rubbed his hand that had just taken the money on his pants. "Fitness Bar" is not a gathering place for fitness enthusiasts, but a place that specializes in entertaining philosophical gays. It is full of muscles and sweat, and even the police dare not go in at night...
"Let's review Mr. Tony Stark's recent brilliant deeds! He independently made circuit boards at the age of four, built engines at the age of six, and became an outstanding graduate of MIT at the age of seventeen... He succeeded as CEO of Stark Industries, created intelligent weapons and advanced robots... He made great contributions to maintaining freedom, protecting the United States and world peace... He changed the face of the arms industry and became a leader in the new era... He won the top award again some time ago..."
Marvel world!
Hmm! That sounds quite inspiring!
"The whole world is now paying attention to whether Mr. Tony Stark is dead. If he is still alive, where is he now..." On TV, the host read the script at a rapid speed, with inexplicable excitement on his flushed face.
The cashier also became excited. He took out his cell phone in disbelief and called his friends to ask them to change the channel to watch the news. In fact, it didn't matter whether they changed the channel or not, because all the radio stations were reporting Tony's kidnapping. Playboy once again booked the headlines for tomorrow.
"Iron Man is about to be born and the story is about to begin!" Duke muttered to himself, took off his hat and walked out of the convenience store.
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