The days when I was making trouble in American comics

"That's because someone is checking them, another organization called 'Bi Luo'..." Fear flashed in Ah Fu's eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"Are you kidding me? Monsters like the Hulk can only be ordinary?" Before General Ross could speak, Bronski yelled next to him, interrupting Afu. This was something he couldn't understand.

"maybe."

"These are minor issues. First of all, during this period of time, Afu, you have to familiarize yourself with your new power. Next time, we must find the Hulk!" General Ross is very calm, compared to the ethereal "Yellow Spring" and "Bi Luo", he still insisted on implementing the plan to capture Hulk.

……

A few days after the sexual assault case against a church priest occurred, in Manhattan, New York, in Lower Chinatown.

"Thank you, Master, for letting me stay in your restaurant." In a restaurant, a Chinese young man with black hair said in the back kitchen.

"Boy, wait here. If you have nothing to do, go to the door to solicit customers. Didn't you see that I was busy?" A chubby chef stir-fried the food in the pot over a strong fire. "We are all Hua Guoyin, we are a family when we go out. But don’t be complacent. If you want to stay and work in this hotel, it depends on the boss’s wife.”

"Okay, thank you, Master. You go ahead and do your work first. I'll go out and greet the guests." Wang Xiaoer scratched his head, walked out of the kitchen and went to the lobby to get busy.

"Hey, where are the people in the store? Where's my food! Where's my wine?" A hoarse and deep voice came from the table in the corner, followed by a rough slap on the table.

Wang Xiaoer turned his head and saw a woman wearing a hoodie and messy hair. With a sloppy look, she was holding the wine bottle upright and pouring wine into her mouth. Unfortunately, there was not a drop left in it. At this moment, the woman He put down the wine bottle dissatisfiedly, and the bottom of the bottle collided with the table, making a loud sound.

"Boy, hurry up and bring me a drink!" This woman's irritability could not be concealed by her thin appearance. She pulled Wang Xiaoer who was walking close to her and said in a bad tone.

Wang Xiaoer frowned at the pungent smell that hit his face, and was about to use his strength to shake her away, but found that the ghost woman's strength was unexpectedly strong, and her hands were like iron pliers.

His eyes were focused. If he wanted to get rid of her, it would make a big noise, and it was only his first day here...

"Okay, guest, please wait a moment!" So Wang Xiaoer quickly introduced his current identity, said cheerfully, and turned around to get the beer.

"Hurry up, um, I want more, burp~drink~" Drunk-eyed, the woman staggered on the table, and then suddenly stood up, "Forget it, except for the food, nothing here is as good as Hell's Kitchen. Waiter, There’s no need to take it, the money and tips are all here.”

Two wrinkled U.S. bills were clearly visible on the seat. Wang Xiaoer saw the woman walk out of the restaurant with steps that she didn't recognize her relatives. He shook his head and thought, weirdo.

In Xiacheng District, in a convenience store not far from Chinatown, a perfectly normal zero-dollar purchase was taking place.

"You kid, hand over the money. And you, get them all from the money counter."

A customer with white and red hair and the store owner and cashier were both held at gunpoint. Sometimes the skin color really speaks for itself, and this time it was still a black man who committed the crime.

In times of economic depression, this is fertile ground for violence.

"boom!"

Suddenly a strong wind hit, and a powerful and heavy flying kick knocked the dark-skinned zero-yuan purchase contestant onto the shelf, and there was no sound immediately.

"Sang Bichi, Fake! When did this place become such a mess? Hey, are you two okay? Give me a bottle of wine!" The woman took out a cigarette and lit it.

Seeing this scene happening in front of Jaqen Heghar, Chen Shu, who was far away in the gentle village of LA, finally remembered who she was. Isn't this the RB, Jessica Jones!

New York, the center of the universe, Manhattan, the center of New York, is awesome. This can also allow him to meet twice in one day, and he can compete with Tongliao.

Chen Shuji took it to heart and quickly gave instructions to Jaqen H'ghar.

"Someone also wants a drink, but someone has no money and is still very thirsty." Jaqen H'ghar smiled and looked at Jessica Jones and said, "Someone can also have multiple friends."

"What belongs to so-and-so, you want a drink? Take it!" A bottle of wine was thrown over by Jessica Jones.

"As for friends, forget it." She paid the money and turned to leave, waving back with a very chic look.

After a while, on the curb, Jaqen H'ghar wiped the wine stains from his mouth with his hand, lay down directly, and looked at the blue sky.

"Hey! Someone, what's your name?" Jessica Jones threw away the bottle in her hand, then stretched out her hand and said, "I, Jessica Jones, a private detective from Hell's Kitchen."

"Valarmorghulis! All mortals are mortal, and someone has no name." Jaqen H'ghar smiled lightly.

"Lovely woman, the Red God is a creditor, and only death can be exchanged for life. The woman has taken two lives that belong to Him, and she has to give two back. The woman says the name, and someone goes to do the work."

[Trouble value from Jessica Jones +36]

"What do you mean? You are a killer!" Jessica sobered up a lot in an instant, and realized that she seemed to have said a bit too much under the influence of alcohol.

"Valardohaeris! All mortals need to be served. As soon as the name is spoken, death comes." Jaqen H'ghar nodded slightly, and then whistled.

The whistle carried the melody of Braavos, melodious and beautiful, and Jessica was intoxicated for a moment.

"Kilgrave! I want him dead~" Jessica came back to her senses and said as if she had exhausted all her strength. The pain and hatred in her eyes surged out like a tide, and her heart seemed to be gnawed by insects. , face distorted.

"When someone receives a name, within three days, the Red God will take his life." Jaqen said indifferently. As a believer of the Stranger, the God of Death, the Faceless Man will never refuse to embrace death.

"Death is a merciful relief."

……

At the same time, there is an "authentic Sichuan and Chongqing flavor" restaurant in Chinatown.

Wang Xiaoer was soliciting customers at the door. Suddenly, a man in a purple suit walked over to him. Behind the man were several people in black suits with numb expressions.

"Jessica, where is she?" Walking straight into the store, the man ignored Wang Xiaoer who was standing at the door. He first finished, looked at the menu on the table, and then took it from another waiter. Tea cup, after taking a sip he said to Wang Xiaoer.

"What Jessica?" Looking at this guy's weird behavior, Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but think of the female drunkard just now, but suddenly realized something was wrong with her body, "Despicable, you poisoned me!"