Half a month later, residents of Ninth Avenue in Brooklyn discovered that the dentist office that had not been open for a long time had reopened, with only a slight change in staff.
Old York's adopted son and heir, the young Dr.
Duke, recruited three strange faces.
Carter, the generous and beautiful cashier at the front desk, Dottie, the nurse, who charms the boys on the two streets nearby, and Steve, the security guard, who hangs around with a baton all day with nothing to do.
Neighbors don't understand why a dentist's office has a security guard, and although Brooklyn doesn't have a peaceful night, it's too much of a luxury to have one.
However, after a few days, the neighbors understood what Dr.
Duke meant, and the handsome security guard and two punctual female employees saved the business of the clinic.
Many men and women in estrus deliberately break their teeth in order to get close to handsome guys and beauties, but unfortunately, once there is an overstep, they will be greeted by the rubber baton in the hands of the security guard. night A mild-hearted dilapidated Ford pulls up in front of the clinic, and Steve opens the door and walks into the clinic with two large bags full of coffee, just in time to bump into Duke, who is about to close the door.
"Thank you so much, Captain.
Just give me the coffee, there's still an hour before your night school cram class, don't be late.
Duke took the coffee and looked grateful.
He asked Carter and Dottie to help buy coffee today, and both women refused, saying that they wanted to press the road, and Steve, a good old man, was not good at refusing and was willing to help him run errands.
Steve tossed his car keys on the table and grumbled, vowing that he would rather squeeze the rush hour subway than drive a broken Duke next time.
"Dr.
Duke, you have so much technology, why don't you give your car a makeover."
Steve complained, "I rode a motorcycle faster than it did in World War II, and God knows, it was an engine from 70 years ago."
And your Ford classic car has too much exhaust, and I was just fined by the traffic police for exceeding the emission standard of this car. ” "Military technology is seventy years more advanced than civilian, and this is normal."
Duke shrugged, unconcerned about the captain's complaints.
For a person who can fly, a second-hand Ford with paint off is no different from a Maserati, because he won't drive it.
Duke, who has passed the age of pursuing cool psychology, doesn't have much desire for supercars, anyway, it's just decoration, and he doesn't feel the need to spend money in vain.
"Do you think I'll believe this reason, or do you think I'm a good liar?"
Steve said speechlessly, "If you say this car is fuel-efficient, I'll believe it." ” "Wow, captain, that private night school is really amazing, and you've been in line with society in just a few days."
Duke feigned surprise and disgusted Steve with a pompous expression.
"Forget it" Steve reluctantly gave up his defense and asked instead, "Where did Peggy go?"
"She and Dottie went shopping, and it is said that there is a very famous lingerie brand store on the next street, and they want to pick up two trendy ones."
Duke opened a bag of coffee, made himself a cup, turned to Steve and asked, "Would you like a cup?"
"Thanks, you'd better keep it to yourself."
Steve was insensitive to Duke's coffee, and very simply refused, and said in a surprising voice: "I know the branded lingerie store on the next street, and Peggy told me two days ago that she had asked me to go."
It's the secret of that Uyghur family, right?"
Duke took a sip of coffee, picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth, and said speechlessly, "It's Victoria's Secret" "Yes, are you misremembering, or maybe I'm misremembering, you know, I'm a little out of touch with the world, and it's not strange to call the wrong name."
Steve blushed, realizing that he might have made a common-sense mistake.
"I think I probably know why Ms.
Carter doesn't want to go shopping with you."
Duke turned and walked to the basement, not intending to continue with Steve.
"Why," Steve asked.
"If I go out shopping with you, you will definitely make her very shameless."
Duke finds out the truth and plies a handful of salt on Steve's scar.
He respects the captain's character very much, but when it comes out of character, this product is simply a joke.
Seeing Duke leave, Steve was also desperate, the world was changing too fast, and he was still left behind when he studied desperately.
It wasn't until the clock on the wall went half a circle that he hurried towards the night school, superheroes are also people, not omnipotent gods, he can't change the world, he can only be changed by the world.
In the underground research room, Duke still didn't choose to install an elevator in the end, which was a bad taste for him on purpose, and if an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra infiltrated one day, his expression would be very exciting.
Flying to the ground, Duke retrieved the shadow clone and accepted the memories of the recent experiment, and then separated the same number of clones again to continue his research.
He himself joined the research, in this world he is a doctor of biology, and he also loves this career, whether it is Carter's clone or Steve's super serum, he is tired of researching, and when he is tired, he has a cup of coffee to refresh himself.
I used to hear that Americans are very hardworking, and when the Chinese are sleeping, they are still working.
At that time, Duke still believed it to be true, and after crossing it, he realized that it was all a lie, and the truth of the matter is that while Americans are sleeping, Chinese are working In order to speed up the process, Duke went to S.H.I.E.L.D. to fight Autumn Wind a few times, and obtained a lot of experimental data on super serum.
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Along the way, he went around the U.S. military headquarters a few more times, and accidentally obtained a blood sample from Banner, a tube of green and faint blood.
Duke was silent in the ocean of scientific research, when suddenly several gunshots rang out in his ears.
Even though he was far away from the ground, his superhuman perception could still be heard clearly, and what made him even more concerned was that a familiar qi was gone.
In a deep alley near the clinic, Gold, a laundry detergent vendor, was lying on his back, bleeding from his chest and staining most of his body red.
The fatal wound was to the head, with a bullet hole in the very center of the forehead.
The Alaskan dog named Mark also fell to the ground with a whining wail from his mouth, and the bullet pierced through its side, and it was extremely badly wounded.
As if sensing the death of his master, the weakened Mark's wail grew more and more desolate.
Duke looked at Gold's corpse and was silent for a long time, he could probably guess what was happening, it was nothing more than a vendetta on the road, and Gold, the cannon fodder, was abandoned.
In the Great American Empire, countless people like Gold die every year, and in the gutters and alleys, they die without any waves.
A cockroach dies on the street, and no one cares who the murderer is.
At most, the police will collect a corpse and register it as a file, and the media will not be interested in digging into it.
The reason is simple, Gold is just a destitute bastard, he has no money, no power and no value to report.
Gold's soul stood by the corpse, stunned and unable to accept the reality of death, and he looked at his dog with great grief, knowing that it would not be long before the other party would follow in his footsteps.
Thinking about his sleeping daughter at home, Gold was full of grief and indignation, he really didn't want to die, and he couldn't die.
"Gold, do you have any last words" Duke looked at Gold, the other party can still stick to the bottom line when he is poor, which shows that his character is acceptable, Duke doesn't mind helping him and adopting his dog by the way.
"Dr.
Duke, you're talking to me," Gold froze.
He had just rushed out of the alley, only to find that no one could see him or hear him.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't talk to the air," Duke crouched next to the Alaskan dog, his right hand covered with a medical chakra, and quickly recovered from the gunshot wound, the dog was pierced by a bullet, but fortunately did not hurt his internal organs, and fainted from excessive blood loss at the moment.
"I always thought you were a dentist."
Seeing Mark come back to life was both excited and terrified.
"I'm a dentist.
You're running out of time, do you have a last word" "My daughter, can you take care of her for me?"
said Gold, looking forward to it.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it, the law doesn't allow single men to adopt a homeless girl, I'll be invited to tea."
Duke decisively refused, and then changed the conversation: "But I can help her find a good family, so that she can live carefree, with pocket money, Barbie dolls, and her own bedroom." ” "Thank you so much, thank you so much, I really don't know how to repay you."
After receiving Duke's promise, Gold knelt on the ground, he saw Duke's ability with his own eyes, and knew that the other party was not an ordinary person and would not be idle to deceive him.
"You can repay me, your soul and this Alaska, that is, the reward."
Duke was brilliant, and in the dim light, his white teeth looked extremely eerie.
Duke could have given Gold a prosthetic corpse and resurrected him after the clone was developed, but he didn't.
"What do you want my soul to do?"
Gold shuddered, as if only the devil would trade human souls as bargaining chips.
"I have my own arrangements, you just have to agree.
Of course, it's useless if you don't agree, it's just that I don't like to be hard.
Duke first threatened, and then seduced with kind eyes: "Gold, don't you want to spend more time with your daughter in elementary school, middle school, college, find a decent job after graduation, find a good man to marry, and have a pair of lovely children, you don't want to verify all this with your own eyes" "I think, I want to do it very much.
Doctor Duke, where is your contract, I'll sign it now" Duke's words were extremely inflammatory, and Gold couldn't resist, he agreed without even thinking about it, and he was afraid that Duke would regret it.
For the sake of his daughter, he can even abandon his dignity, let alone his soul, even if Duke is really the devil, he is not willing to give up this opportunity.
"I'm not the devil, where did I get the contract."
Duke patted Gold on the shoulder and praised, "Very wise choice, don't be so sad, think on the bright side, at least you can live."
If your daughter has a scumbag in the future, you can punch that man hard.
I promise, your fists will be strong then."
"What do you want me to do" "Don't do anything, get some sleep now."
With that, Duke grabbed Gold's soul and pressed it into Alaska's body.
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