Brooklyn, New York In the early 19th century, it was just a large family farm, but it was later divided into small plots of land and houses were built to form the current community.
At the end of the 19th century, 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 is the largest borough in New York.
If the boroughs of New York were independent cities, Brooklyn would be the third most populous city after Los Angeles and Chicago, and the fourth largest city in the U.S. empire.
Compared with Manhattan, the capital of the world on the other side of the river, which wears gold and silver and enjoys the spotlight, Brooklyn seems to be unconfident, like a poor relative of a landlord's family, and is not welcomed.
Although it is claimed to be rich in local flavor and more livable environment, the weak economy and poor law and order make the propaganda slogans seem so weak.
Because it was once inhabited by blacks and other ethnic minorities, coupled with the low level of education, employment difficulties and racist discrimination of ethnic minorities in the history of American imperialism, it is the area with the highest crime rate, and is regarded as the original place of chaos, squalid and crime.
Although the situation has changed greatly with the development of society, the environment developed recklessly has been brought under control, and the quality of the population has also been markedly improved, the darkness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow cannot be purified in a day or two, and the darkness is only hidden deeper.
As the most populous area of New York, Brooklyn is brightly lit at night, and people get drunk on the streets, venting the heavy stress and torture of life.
From time to time, one or two drunken young women staggered out of the bar, and kind strangers dropped their cigarette butts and helped them into their cars.
I have to say that there are still a lot of kind-hearted people in Brooklyn, obviously just a powerless little woman, but there are three or four gentlemen who stand up, or even more.
The gentlemen, dressed in black leather jackets with their sleeves cut off to reveal their arm tattoos, carefully opened the car door to take the women away, and then drove them home in a rickety car.
Some impoverished hippies, with the help of some props, borrowed some spare money from passers-by to spend their spare money.
Those props can be easily purchased on the black market, and the simulated folding knife and imitation pinball gun are really realistic, but they are just made the same as the real thing.
There are also black brothers who sing and rap to white-collar workers who look like the elite of society at a glance in their clothes, and peddle small white pink bags hidden in their arms.
Don't get me wrong, those are laundry detergents that wash people's filthy and tired souls, and there is a market in this country.
On Twenty-Three Avenue in Brooklyn, a gray Ford used car that is about to lose paint is parked under an apartment building.
After the car door opened, an Asian young man with rimless glasses walked out dragging his tired body and frustrated face.
The suit was draped over his shoulders, the tie was unbuttoned, and the top two buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, looking very decadent.
"Hey, man, look at you like a dead mother, do you need some laundry detergent to refresh yourself" A black brother asked happily, he was lucky tonight, he had made several deals, today was his lucky day, and Mr.
Franklin was looking after him.
"Listen man, I swear to God, this thing is much cooler than a prostitute.
You know, because they're so loose, quack, quack."
Duke shook his hand, dismissed the businessman with a yellow mouth, and walked down the street with scattered steps, and around the corner was his apartment building, but he did not have the slightest joy of returning home.
He has always had a sense of crisis since crossing into this world because of the Stark Industries building in Manhattan.
This tall building comparable to the Empire State Building is so dazzling, and its current helmer, Tony Stark, is a household name in the United States.
Tony Stark is a super genius born with a golden key, a highly talented graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, in addition to his enviable background and super brain, his scandal is the focus of national attention.
It is said that he slept with the cover girl of the playboy for twelve months, and every day the female companion at the bedside would be changed, and there was never a shortage of high-quality beauties around him, and the erotic encounters made people drool enviously.
In addition to this iconic character, Duke's school textbooks praised a legendary shield warrior of World War II, a soldier with the Star-Spangled Banner, Captain America Steve Rogers Seeing the news of these two people, Duke was 250% sure that he had traveled to the Marvel world.
In this three-day world, where supervillains are destroying everywhere and aliens are invading the earth, it is impossible to say that there is no existential crisis.
But the cruelty of reality makes him helpless, except for the identity of the traverser, he is an ordinary person, an ordinary person who runs around for a living.
In the Marvel world, the rich rely on technology, and the slings rely on mutation.
Duke is not a rich man, mutation is the only way out, but if the Marvel world is replaced by a martial arts world, the probability of mutation is no less than jumping off a cliff to meet an old man and peerless martial arts.
Unwilling to admit defeat, Duke worked hard and finally became a Ph.D. in biology at Harvard University with excellent grades, devoting himself to the study of super serum.
Even if it is not comparable to the Hulk, it can reach the height of Captain America, and when the catastrophe of the end of the world comes, at least it has the ability to protect itself.
It's a pity that the script of the world won't spin according to his imagination, and as a time-traveler who grew up in an orphanage, he is unfortunate and unlucky.
It is customary for a traverser to die without a house, a car, or a mother, and there is nothing to be frustrated about.
But the dentist who adopted him, York, had died in a car accident a week earlier, and it was hard to accept.
Old Yorke lost his wife and children at an early age, and the grief of losing his loved ones led him to quit his job at the hospital, sell his birth, buy a small two-story building, open a private dental practice, and then loneliness led him to adopt Duke in an orphanage.
After his death, the clinic was recycled by the government and sold to a pot-bellied entrepreneur because he did not have a will.
Duke, who lived in the clinic, was kicked out and rented a bachelor apartment with nowhere else to go.
As for why he didn't choose another area with better security, the reason is simple: Brinklin's apartment rent is relatively cheap, which is a good fit for him who is shy of money.
"I'm probably the most failed traverser" There are not only superheroes and supervillains in this world, but also evil capitalists, who can do anything in this country where money is paramount.
The law is a street for them, as long as the bid is right, the long legs that are reserved and closed in front of the poor will be open for them anytime and anywhere, and they can be as cool as they want.
Duke remembered that the pot-bellied entrepreneur, the black-hearted businessman in the real estate business, Bout, was surrounded by a bunch of people with a cigar in his mouth.
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He bought a clinic from Old York five times, but was rejected on all occasions.
His bid was too low, too low, and Old York didn't want to sell his practice, so the two sides never agreed.
"You old-fashioned poor old man, who do you think you are, what I want will be mine after all, and you can't change anything."
After the last failed visit to the door, the angry Bout put down his cruel words and slammed the door, and will retaliate with the power at hand, making Old York regret it.
On the night after he left, Old York was killed on the way back from the supermarket, and the murderer was a drunken vagrant, and the car was still stolen.
After the death of Old York, the government quickly repossessed the small two-story clinic for various reasons, semi-coerced and semi-legal, put it up for sale, and was bought by real estate businessman Bout at a very fast speed.
The bizarre conspiracy story is like a bitter and bitter script, if there is no grudge in it, Duke will not be believed.
He didn't have persecution paranoia, but some people did it too conspicuously.
Angry, he spent all his savings and hired several gold medal lawyers, but all of them ended in vain, and he himself encountered many warnings in private, some from the police, and some from the thugs.
"Old York, what do you say I should do?"
Duke lay on the iron bed, his helpless eyes looking at the brightly lit city, but his heart was cold.
The faces of the philistines flashed in his mind, and the old York's former friends put aside their relationship and did not lend a helping hand.
The rest are laughing at him for his incompetence, some are sorry for him, and some are threatening him not to do much, he is just a small citizen who has nothing to do with him, and on the other side, from the police to the gangsters, Bout has already taken care of everything.
The flame of revenge burned in his heart, the seeds of hatred grew and sprouted, the grace of nurturing could not be repaid, and Duke's eyes became more and more fierce when he thought of the amiable little old man who taught him to read and teach him to be a human adoptive father.
In this country where capital is supreme, the rich are heaven and the poor are hell, he wants to take revenge through formal channels, and he has no hope in this life.
But this unruly country showed him another way out, even in the street-side sporting goods stores and dimly lit speakeasies, where it was easy to afford a gun and no one cared what you did with the weapon, they only cared how many copies Mr.
Franklin had.
"Maybe prison is my home for the rest of my life, I hope to have a separate room, and it's better that no one asks me to pick up soap" Duke closed his eyes and muttered to himself, the world is wonderful, but it is also dangerous, but none of this has anything to do with him.
The funds used to research the serum were all spent on legal fees, and he only wanted to return a favor by giving up the future.
His tired eyes slowly closed, Duke had decided to go down the road of no return, and he just wanted to get a good night's sleep tonight.
In his sleep, a gray space opened, and in the pure darkness, the endless gray path pointed into the distance.
Duke walked aimlessly down the path, and tonight's dream was particularly strange Thank you for the reward of Time Sky and Dayboy: