Marvel's Psyker

"That...friend?"

Among the group of punks with their hands against the wall, one made a sound.

"Ok?"

Lynch snorted coldly, and cast a sidelong glance at the talking bastard.

The person who spoke almost peed out of fear from Lynch's eyes, but he had already opened his mouth, so he could only bite the bullet and continue.

"Brother, we really don't mean anything malicious, we really just want to ask the time, and treat you to a glass of wine by the way."

"Really?" Lynch smiled playfully.

Lynch walked behind the little bastard, grabbed the back of his neck, lifted him up, and pressed him against the wall.

Under the psychological pressure of fear, the little gangster who originally wanted to defend himself changed his mouth and said tremblingly with tears: "This is all his idea! It has nothing to do with us, we were coerced by him ! We really have no ill intentions towards you!"

Lynch turned to look at the crowd, "Is that so?"

"Hmm! Mmm! Mmm!"

A wall of people nodding wildly.

"fine!"

Lynch put the little bastard down on you, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Really okay?"

"of course!"

Lynch nodded.

There was hope in the eyes of a group of punks.

"Because - from the very beginning, I don't care whether you have any malice against me, I have it for you! That's enough!"

"Come on! Everyone, hand over all your money and valuables!"

Lynch's words were like a bucket of ice water, mercilessly extinguishing the little flame that had just ignited in the hearts of the punks.

"Tell you, be honest! Don't play tricks on me, everyone only has one chance!"

"If I find something afterward, then there will be another man kneeling on the ground with his legs clamped!"

Lynch's words made the punks feel cold between their legs, and they subconsciously turned to the black young man kneeling on the ground with his legs intertwined outside the alley.

After some mental struggle in their hearts, the hooligans shouted unlucky one after another, each of them was dejected, and took out bits and pieces of banknotes and various gadgets from their pockets as if resigned to their fate.

After Lynch drove them away, he picked and picked on the ground.

To Lynch's disappointment, the [-] or so people were covered with loose change, the largest denomination of which was [-] dollars.

A large stack of bills was put together, a thick stack, and it turned out that the total was less than two hundred dollars.

"It's so poor! You don't bring any money when you go out. Are you embarrassed to go out and rob?"

Sighing in disgust, Lynch put a stack of banknotes into his pocket.

Based on the principle of not wanting nothing, Lynch then put some useful gadgets such as switchblade knives, lighters, napkins, watches, etc. into his pocket.

What surprised Lynch more was that he found a driver's license among the trophies.

When I opened the driver's license, there was a photo of a young Asian man on it, and like Lynch, he had a pretty face.Lynch guessed that the other party should be a college student who was usually bullied by these gangsters.

There is no household registration system in the United States, so there is no such thing as "hukou" or "identity card".

At the same time, because almost everyone in the United States learns to drive, the proof of identity often simply depends on a driver's license.

Of course, you can also use a social security card.

In the United States, a driver's license or social security card is almost equivalent to an ID card. It is a must-have thing, and it is not very troublesome.

Lynch put away his driver's license with peace of mind, planning to use it for himself.

In the eyes of many old beauties, the facial features of yellow people are extremely poorly recognized, and there are basically only a few faces.

As long as the luck is not very bad, the probability of being discovered is generally very small.

After making this vote, Lynch continued to wander the streets.

There is no way, just being summoned to the Marvel world, Lynch is penniless now, so helpless, he can only "make a bad move" to deal with the emergency.

Unexpectedly, after one night, Lynch would gain a lot!

Especially in neighborhoods with relatively good economic conditions, although there are a lot fewer punks, the number of orders issued is very small.But because those who dare to commit crimes in these places are often serious criminals, the single gain is actually higher.

In particular, Lynch came across a big deal in an alley, a drug addict wearing a high-end suit but with a sick face was buying medicine from a drug dealer.

Watching their deal being completed, Lynch suddenly appeared, picked up a steel bar in the roadside construction site, rushed straight up and beat the drug dealer hard.

Under the gaze of the scared man in a suit, Lynch calmly took thousands of dollars, a pistol, and two loaded magazines from the drug dealer, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

In this way, Lynch happily made a fortune in New York at night.

When the first ray of sunlight hit the street in the morning, Lynch was sitting on a bench by the side of the road, stretched his waist, and yawned long.

Although the spirit has greatly improved Lynch's physical fitness, Lynch felt mentally exhausted after not sleeping all night and being constantly busy.

Although the sun came out, the weather was still extremely cold. Lynch let out a breath and saw a KFC that was still open on the side of the street not far away. Lynch walked in and ordered a cup of hot coffee from the waiter. .

Lynch specially chose a seat by the window and sat down, looking at the sparse passers-by outside the window, Lynch sipped the hot coffee in his hand.

Lynch immediately felt much better as the steaming liquid flowed into his stomach.

It is early in the morning, and there are still few pedestrians on the street.

But looking at such a scene, Lynch was a little dazed.

Suddenly, a man in a suit sat down next to Lynch.After putting the dinner plate on the table, the man grabbed the hamburger on the plate and ate it deliciously. The rich aroma of roast beef and cheese entered Lynch's nostrils, which was very attractive.

Sniffing, Lynch didn't care, but subconsciously glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

But just this one glance made him unable to look back.

Tony Stark!

How did you meet him here?

Is it a coincidence?

Tony Stark looked extremely hungry, he ate uninhibitedly, one mouthful after another, his cheeks were bulging, and his whole face was almost buried in the Big Mac burger in his hand, on the coquettish mustache Covered with cheese.

Tony, who was eating, also noticed the gaze of the young man beside him, but he didn't care. He met Lynch's gaze while sucking his fingers, and said arrogantly:

"Hey boy! What's the matter?"

Lynch handed over a tissue.

Tony didn't even look at it, and said in a haughty tone:

"I don't like to accept things that are handed to me."

But Lynch raised his finger and pointed to the corner of his mouth and the top of his lips.

"Uh~ I have something on my face?"

Lynch nodded calmly.

Tony was a little embarrassed now.

Just when Tony was blushing, suddenly, a big hand stretched out from behind, and the tissue was knocked off and fell to the ground.