Half a month later, residents of Ninth Avenue in Brooklyn found that the dental clinic that had not been open for a long time had reopened, but the staff had changed slightly. The adopted son and heir of the old York, the young Dr. Duke, recruited three unfamiliar faces.

There is Carter, the generous and beautiful front desk cashier, Dottie, the nurse who has fascinated the young men from two nearby streets, and Steve, the security guard who has nothing to do all day and wanders around with a baton in his hand.

Neighbors didn't understand why a dental clinic would have a security guard. Although Brooklyn was not peaceful at night, hiring a security guard was too extravagant. But a few days later, neighbors understood Dr. Duke's intention. The handsome security guard and two hot female employees saved the clinic, which was not doing well. Many men and women in heat deliberately broke their teeth in order to get close to handsome men and beautiful women. Unfortunately, if they did anything beyond the limit, they would be greeted by the rubber baton in the hands of the security guard.

Night! A shabby old Ford stopped in front of the clinic. Steve opened the door and walked into the clinic carrying two large bags of coffee. He happened to run into Duke who was about to close the clinic.

"Captain, thank you so much. Just give me the coffee. You still have an hour before your night school tutorial. Don't be late." Duke took the coffee with a grateful look on his face. He asked Carter and Dottie to help buy coffee today, but both women refused, saying they wanted to go shopping. Only Steve, a good man who was not good at saying no, was willing to help him run errands.

Steve threw the car keys on the table and grumbled to himself, vowing that next time he would rather take the subway during rush hour than drive Duke's broken car.

"Dr. Duke, you have so many great technologies, why don't you modify your car?" Steve complained, "The motorcycle I rode during World War II was faster than it. God knows, that engine was seventy years old. And your old Ford has too much exhaust gas. I was just fined by the traffic police because the car's emissions exceeded the standard."

"What else? I can't talk to the air!" Duke squatted beside the Alaskan dog. His right hand covered with medical chakra quickly healed the gunshot wound. The dog was shot through by a bullet, but fortunately no internal organs were injured. It fainted due to excessive blood loss.

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"What do you want my soul for?" Gold shuddered. It seemed that only the devil would use human souls as bargaining chips.

Duke looked at Gold's body and remained silent for a long time. He could probably guess what happened. It was nothing more than a revenge killing on the street. Gold, the cannon fodder, was abandoned. In the United States, countless people like Gold died every year. They died in the gutter and alleys without any waves.

"Dr. Duke, are you talking to me?" Gold was stunned. He had just rushed out of the alley, but found that no one could see him or hear him.

"Gold, do you have any last words?" Duke looked at Gold. The other party was able to stick to his bottom line when he was in poverty, which showed that he was a decent person. Duke didn't mind helping him and adopting his dog by the way.

"I'm not a devil, so where does the contract come from?" Duke patted Gold's shoulder and praised him, "It's a very wise choice. Don't be so sad. Think about the bright side. At least you can still survive. If your daughter dates a scumbag in the future, you can punch that man hard. I promise that your fist will be very powerful by then!"

"She and Dottie went shopping. I heard that a famous lingerie brand store opened on the next street, and they wanted to pick out two trendy items." Duke opened a bag of coffee, made himself a cup, and turned to Steve, "Would you like one?"

"Why?" Steve asked, chasing after him.

"I want to, I really want to. Doctor Duke, where is your contract? I'll sign it now..." Duke's words were so inspiring that Gold couldn't resist. He agreed without even thinking about it, fearing that Duke would go back on his word. For the sake of his daughter, he could even abandon his dignity, not to mention his soul. Even if Duke was really a devil, he was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

In order to speed up the process, Duke went to SHIELD several times and got a lot of experimental data on the super serum. He also went around the US military and accidentally got Banner's blood sample, a tube of green blood.

In a dark alley near the clinic, Gold, a detergent vendor, was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, his chest bleeding and staining most of his body red. The fatal wound was in his head, with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. An Alaskan dog named Mark also fell to the ground, whimpering, the bullet pierced his side, and he was seriously injured. As if he had sensed the death of his master, the weak Mark's whimpering became more and more desolate.

"Forget it..." Steve gave up his excuses helplessly and asked, "Where is Peggy?"

In the underground laboratory, Duke finally did not choose to install an elevator. This was a deliberate act of bad taste on his part. If agents from SHIELD or HYDRA sneak in one day, their expressions would definitely be very interesting.

The police would at most collect the body and register it for a file, and the media had no interest in investigating further. The reason was simple: Gold was just a poor thug, he had no money, no power, and no news value.

Steve was also desperate after watching Duke leave. The world was changing too fast. He studied so hard but was still far behind. He didn't rush to the night school until the clock on the wall had gone half a circle. Superheroes are also human, not omnipotent gods. They can't change the world, they can only be changed by the world.

"You can repay me. Your soul and this Alaska will be the reward." Duke smiled brightly. Under the dim light, his white teeth looked extremely eerie.

"Thank you so much, thank you very much. I don't know how I can repay you." After getting Duke's promise, Gold knelt on the ground. He had witnessed Duke's ability with his own eyes and knew that the other party was not an ordinary person and would not lie to him for no reason.

"Really? Did you remember it wrong? Or maybe I remembered it wrong! You know, I'm a little out of touch with this world, so it's not surprising that I called the wrong name." Steve blushed, realizing that he might have made a common sense mistake.

Duke was immersed in the ocean of scientific research when suddenly he heard several gunshots. Even though he was far away from the ground, his superhuman perception still made him hear them clearly. What concerned him even more was that a familiar aura disappeared.

Duke spit out a mouthful of coffee, picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, and said speechlessly: "It's Victoria's Secret..."

Gold's soul stood beside the corpse, unable to accept the reality of death. He looked at his beloved dog in great sorrow, knowing that it would soon become like him. Thinking of his daughter who was already asleep at home, Gold was filled with grief and indignation. He really didn't want to die, and he couldn't die.

"If I go shopping with you, you will definitely embarrass her." Duke pointed out the truth, rubbing salt into Steve's scars. He respected the captain's character, but apart from his character, this guy was just a joke.

"I am indeed a dentist. Your time is running out. Any last words?"

"Do you think I will believe this reason? Or do you think I am easy to deceive?" Steve said speechlessly: "If you say this car is fuel-efficient, I will probably believe it."

"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about it. The law doesn't allow a single man to adopt a homeless girl. I'll be invited to have tea." Duke refused decisively, then changed the subject: "But I can help her find a good family, so that she can live a carefree life, with pocket money, Barbie dolls, and her own bedroom."

"My daughter, can you help me take care of her?" Gold asked expectantly.

"I have my own arrangements, you just need to agree. Of course, it doesn't matter if you disagree, but I don't like to be tough." Duke threatened first, then kindly tempted: "Gold, don't you want to spend more time with your daughter? Elementary school, middle school, college, find a decent job after graduation, find a good man to marry, and give birth to a pair of lovely children... Don't you want to see all this with your own eyes?"

Duke, who is no longer at the age of pursuing coolness, has no great desire for supercars. They are just decorations anyway, and he sees no need to waste money on them.

"I always thought you were a dentist." Seeing Mark come back to life, Gold was both excited and terrified.

"I think I know why Ms. Carter doesn't want to go shopping with you." Duke turned and walked towards the basement, not intending to continue paying attention to Steve.

"Military technology is seventy years ahead of civilian technology, that's normal." Duke shrugged, not caring about the captain's complaints. For a man who can fly, there is no difference between a second-hand Ford with peeling paint and a Maserati, because he won't drive one.

"Wow, captain, that private night school is amazing. In just a few days, you've already integrated into society." Duke pretended to be surprised, and his exaggerated expression disgusted Steve.

After landing on the ground, Duke took back his shadow clone and accepted the recent experimental memory, then split out the same number of clones again to continue the research. He also joined the research. In this world, he is a doctor of biology. He also loves this career. Whether it is Carter's clone or Steve's super serum, he never gets tired of studying it. When he is tired, he will have a cup of coffee to refresh himself.

Duke could have given Gold a prosthetic body and resurrected him after the clone was successfully developed, but he didn't.

"Thanks, you should keep it for yourself." Steve declined Duke's coffee and said shockingly, "I know the brand lingerie store on the next street. Peggy told me about it a few days ago. She wanted me to go there. It's the Uighur secret store, right?"

I heard that Americans are very hardworking and they are still working when Chinese are sleeping. Duke believed it at that time, but after traveling through time, he found out that it was all lies. The truth is that when Americans are sleeping, Chinese are working...

"What do you want me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything. Just go to sleep now."

After that, Duke grabbed Gold's soul and pressed it into Alaska's body.

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