Marvel's Reborn Mecha Empire

People are iron, and rice is steel, so you panic if you don't eat a meal.

This is a saying that March heard when he was in China, and now he and Creel have experienced it personally.

A very real problem is that they have no money, and their identity documents do not exist. Not to mention March, who has a shady nationality, even Creel's New York citizen identity cannot be used.

Night, New York, an alley in Brooklyn.

As night falls, the streets are already filled with lights, and the homeless homeless group has welcomed two new members tonight.

"Boss, can't we get some money first? I mean..." Creel hesitated, with a hint of temptation.

"Impossible, Creel, you have to know that crime is just like DP. Often when you try it, you won't be able to stop, and you will get deeper and deeper, and eventually it will be difficult to extricate yourself." March said, "Don't put you If your unusual talents are used in such a low-level profession, your status will be lost."

Creel looked at March in surprise, because March didn't speak like a young man.

This is natural. The words themselves came from an old man. Ma Qi just saw them in the memory data and felt that they were very powerful and borrowed them.

"But, boss, we have to fill our stomachs, right?" When Creel said this, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily, and March was no less willing to give in. Compared with Ke, who didn't use his abilities much when escaping from prison, Lille, the burden on his body will naturally not be small.

He was also very hungry.

This is probably a classic scene after escaping from prison. You gain freedom, but lose everything.

However, Ma Qi would not have any favorable comments about this classic scene that happened to him. He is a pragmatist and ultimately wants to live in the present. He must give priority to solving the most basic problems of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

However, even though Ma Qi had first-hand information, he still had no clue when facing the current predicament.

If Iron Man hadn't even come out, he wouldn't be able to expect any heroic and generous street heroes to rescue them. And speaking of Brooklyn, the security here was once famous for its chaos and repetition.

uh-huh? This is a breaking point.

"Krill, I remember you said that you used to be on the streets?" March asked knowingly.

Creel nodded. At that moment, he probably knew what his boss was going to do.

The Dog Gang is a small gang in Brooklyn. It may be too flattering to say that, because they are just a small gang of No. , which has just been established for a few months.

They didn't even receive a decent protection fee.

Just like the name of their gang, they are dogs of establishment, not wolves of pioneering.

The only thing they are famous for is probably that for a few months, they were able to sit back and enjoy the results despite the storms around them. Centered on the street where they were located, the gangs that controlled the chassis on both sides of the street had a fierce conflict. The result was: It turned out to be a funny ending where the bosses of both sides died in random gunfire.

The members of the Dog Gang who were at the center of the conflict actually showed a calm attitude, not even escaping in the face of danger.

At least that's how it seems to outsiders.

The real situation is that the members of the Dog Gang were collectively scared to death and did not dare to move. In the few months since the conflict began on the second day after its establishment, the most common thing they did was to take turns taking refuge in the next area.

Calm down, there are seven and a half members of the Dog Gang and only two pistols. The American government does not control guns to the extent they do.

The reason why we say seven and a half people is because there is one member who is still lingering around them aloofly and has not officially joined.

"Oh, let's get over it. Fighting between these two things is just nonsense. You didn't see what happened that day. Submachine guns and automatic firearms. Rushing into the other side's lair is just a rush. It's unreasonable." The boss was bragging about the last scene he saw, "I had to call them 911, otherwise I would have to attack a few more people."

"Boss, you said they are leaderless now, but we don't..." A younger brother suggested.

"Stop your bold ideas, we are serious people!" The dog gang boss rejected the member's proposal, "They didn't touch us, but you really treat me like a dish? You don't even look at your figure. Chef Wang from the Chinese restaurant next door can beat you ten times, so know your place, brother."

"Boss, there's no way we can continue like this, right? We're obviously a gang, but why do we only tip off the police?"

The leader of the Dog Gang chuckled and said in a pretentious manner: "You know nothing, but you don't count how much we made by calling the police to disrupt their transactions and picking up what they left behind."

The Dog Gang can still survive without paying for revenge. Their way of survival can be said to be a shame in the industry. They have caused troubles for their neighbors on both sides and called the police to cause trouble. After the conflict, , they will search for garbage like wild dogs, recycling everything that can be recycled and then changing hands for money. The scattered DP, the lost guns, and the goods will flow into the black market through the half person who is outside them. The small days are over It's also very moisturizing.

Is this a different kind of gangsterism?

"That is, that is, the boss is wise."

The compliment from his younger brother did not fascinate the dog gang leader because he sensed that someone was coming.

After making a few gestures, everyone immediately dispersed. There was a knock at the door of this dilapidated restaurant that was the base of their gang.

One long and one short, one short and one long, the signal for knocking on the door was matched, and someone went over and opened the door.

"Oh, Bob, my old friend, it's not a good time for you to come here. We have nothing to gain recently." The boss of the Dog Gang saw the face of the person clearly and said with relief.

However, in the dim light, what the dog gang boss saw was the frightened face of the man known as Bob.

"John, Creel is back." Bob and John, the boss of the dog gang, are old acquaintances. They were both stragglers in the gang of gangsters on the streets of New York. But he didn't like to fight and kill, and he called himself a businessman. He prefers black market reselling.

"Krier? Which Krier? The one on East Street or the one on West Street?" John actually didn't respond to his old friend's prompt for a moment, "Both the east and west sides are finished, just like the Soviet Union and the United States were really fighting in the Cold War. , now they will only have civil strife, and Creel on either side will not affect us."

"No, it's that Creel..."

"Where is it...?"

John couldn't finish his words because he saw the tall Creel appearing at the door.

"Yes...it's Creel who can turn into stone." John was sweating profusely now, and his calves began to tremble unsatisfactorily. He wanted to run, but his body was very honest, as if he was nailed to the ground. Generally, they dare not move an inch.

"Hello, John." Creel walked into the store, "I haven't seen you for more than two years. You have finally found a place to stay."

"Uh... uh... I had some luck and made a fortune... No, I picked up a sum of money and bought this store." John was speechless at this moment.

March walked in from behind Creel and looked at the layout of this dilapidated restaurant with a look of helplessness on his face. He thought he could get some food here, but from what he observed, there was thick dust on some of the tables. It's obviously not like normal business conditions.

"Really? Are you rich? Where did you pick up the money?" Creel continued to ask, "I heard from Bob that you are still the same as before, like picking up trash after burning fires, but I don't think you look like it. Is it garbage?”

Creel's hand stroked the back of the stainless steel chair next to him. Even though the light was dim, John could still clearly see the metallic color on Creel's body.

"Don't... don't kill me! I was wrong, it was my fault, I shouldn't have betrayed you!"

John kneeled down directly.

It was he who betrayed Creel's whereabouts two years ago, which led to Creel being captured and taken away to the community to experience two years of house arrest.

Creel may not be particularly smart, but he still has an idea of ​​who will betray him. After March proposed to go to the gang to solve the problem of food, clothing, housing and transportation, Creel immediately thought of this.

And when he used his experience as a street gangster to find a contact, it happened to be the Bob he knew.

Madge still clearly remembers the way Bob looked like he was flipping through a book from shock to fear when he saw Creel. Before Creel could ask where there were gangs that could be dealt with, the other person The sentence "John betrayed you" made Creel temporarily confused.

He knew this to some extent, but what he was confused about was, were the people living on the streets these days all plastic brotherhoods?

Sold in seconds?

At this moment, Creel felt deeply that the idea of ​​being obsessed with street gangs when he was young and ignorant was stupid.

The boss is right. If he continues to do this job now that he has this ability, he will really lose his worth.