Downey drove the car, drove all the way from the suburbs into New York City. New York is still prosperous, with tall buildings lined up in rows and stars. On the streets, pedestrians hurried past, busy with their own affairs.
This is the norm in New York City. If you want to live in this cosmopolitan city, a fast-paced lifestyle is essential. Even if it breaks through the sky, it can't stop the daily life of New Yorkers.
From time to time in New York City, you can see a parade or someone carrying a loud speaker on the side of the road to give a speech. This is also the norm.
This "normal" has an accident today.
In front, there was a large circle of people, and the citizens watched strongly.
A dry thin man stood on the stage, as if a gust of wind could blow down. Anyone believed that a random punch could knock the thin man down.
The thin man made a speech, claiming that he was the strongest mercenary in the world with a remarkable record.
"Do you know that Downey? It's the mutant who has been very popular recently? That is my defeated man!" The thin man said shamelessly, his tone was strong, as if he was in his chest.
People are unbelieving, pointing and pointing. Downey was still surprised that this guy was still alive, and his face suddenly turned black when he heard this.
"Don't you believe it? Just some time ago, that mutant was beaten up and hugged his head, don't you know? That's me!" The thin man made a ball motion, plausibly, "I only used one hand, and he fell down in an instant. It's vulnerable."
The thin man spoke anxiously and coughed twice, which made people worry about whether he would cough up his lungs. He died violently on the streets of New York.
Downey looked bad and sneaked into the crowd, looking for an opportunity to pinch his nose and shout: "What about that mutant? You defeated him?"
The skinny tiger's body was shocked, and he was full of energy: "I ran away, I fisted and ran away, so I dare not show up again. New Yorkers are protected by me!"
Skinny claims to be responsible for the safety of New Yorkers.
"Hire me now, 20% off!" The thin man shouted.
There was a disdainful laugh from the crowd. This dry body can be knocked down with a single punch. Who would use this kind of protection?
"Boy, do you want to hire me?" The thin man saw a few-year-old kid walking past and hurried over.
The child turned around and left.
Downey saw two policemen watching the excitement next to him, so he walked over and asked them, "Is this guy doing this legally?"
"At least it's not illegal." A policeman shrugged and said, enjoying the excitement.
Another police officer told Downey that the Leanman's speech was approved by his department. Anyone who protested in New York City would have a special department to issue a license to ensure that these people would not be disturbed by the patrolling police.
"Who wants to hire me no, a 30% discount! A 40% discount is okay!" Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the thin man consciously lowered the cost, and then sighed in a low voice. Nowadays, the citizens are getting more and more difficult to cheat.
There are people in the crowd who have fought with the thin man, almost hiding their faces and walking away, faceless to see people, for fear of being recognized by the thin man, which is too embarrassing.
The thin man started a new round of self-promotion, and he beat Downey's glorious past every sentence, and heard that Downey wanted to hammer him to death.
The audience laughed and laughed at the top mercenaries.
The thin man was anxious, squeezed into the crowd, explained his bravery everywhere, and gave Downey a chance to approach him.
Downey turned left and squeezed right, approached the thin man quietly, sneered and took out the vibrating gold in his arms.
Finding the right time, taking advantage of the thinness, Downey slapped his head with a brick!
Snapped!
The thin man widened his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fell down in despair.
The people cheered, and the two policemen watched enough of the excitement. They came up to clean the venue happily and dragged the thin man away by the way.
Many citizens walked and whispered and expressed their opinions, and Downey was also listening.
"Is the current mercenaries all this virtue? It's terrible." Some citizens sighed.
"The mercenaries nowadays are not good, after all, this world is getting more and more dangerous. Some time ago, the Italian gangs and Chinese street gangs started to work, do you know?"
"heard."
"They hired a guy at the same time, and that guy **** the bosses of both families, claiming that which boss paid more, he would help him get rid of the boss of the other."
"Wow, society is really sinister..."
The citizen talked eloquently. It is said that the two bosses bid on the spot and the fight was extremely tragic. In the end, the boss of Chinatown won and used his killer trick. In the end, he quoted a few hundred dollars more and saved his life.
Someone asked what the killer's key is.
"The boss of Chinatown broke off his golden teeth, and the boss of Italy has no golden teeth," said the citizen.
Downey listened with great gusto. Listening to this view of the market made Downey feel that he was still the ordinary person before, working diligently to deliver goods when something happened, and chatting and farting when nothing happened, although there was no great achievement that could be praised. , But wins in plainness and tranquility.
But Downey stepped into a new circle, he could never go back, nor could he go back.
This is a world of great controversy. Since you stand out from the mortal world, you can't have the opportunity to go back again.
Do not fight, you must die!
drove all the way, casually dealt with the routine inspection by the street police, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Downey finally returned to his house, a small house in New York.
There is no home anymore. It used to be home, but now it's just a house. At least Downey thinks it's just a house.
He was left alone, where did he come from?
opened the door and walked in. Downey looked at everything in the house, familiar and unfamiliar, but still so small and tidy, everything was the same as before, exactly the same as in memory, as if nothing had happened.
Downey sighed deeply, trying to say something to himself, but he gave up and slumped on the sofa.
There was a letter on the table with the sender in the corner of the letter: Xavier Genius School.
Downey opened it and read it again. The letter was written by Professor X. He invited Downey to study in the name of Xavier Genius School, hoping that Downey could continue to complete his studies instead of taking a break to make money like before.
At the end of the letter, Professor X wrote: I very much hope that I can meet my people so that we can have a good talk.
Downey sighed, sealed the letter again, and found a box to put it in. This is the X-Men sending him an invitation letter, hoping that he will not fall to Magneto.
More bluntly, Professor X is suggesting that he should not join the Brotherhood even if he does not come to Xavier Genius School.
Professor X's caution is right, he and Professor X are not the same.
Downey also didn't want to invest in any of them. Whether it was a bald professor or Lao Wan, he had no power to fight back. If he really wanted to choose one, he would rather choose Lao Wan.
The reason is simple. If Professor X reads the memory in his brain out of curiosity, what will happen? Will he have a nervous breakdown and die like in the previous life?