I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 43 I am not a beggar

On an old street in Brooklyn, there is a small KFC store on the corner.

"Dong Dong Dong" Vivien Leigh knocked on the table a few times.

"It's morning." She looked impatient.

The colorful little head on the table lifted up.

Vivien Leigh saw her drowsy eyes, the heavy eye shadow spent a lot of money, and half of her face was dark.

The small mouth below was painted blood red again, the lipstick was also smeared, and the chin and the corners of the mouth were stained with red marks.

This is a non-mainstream who failed to pursue a musical dream.

"Hey, did you wake up, didn't you fly last night?" Vivien Leigh frowned.

After working at KFC for almost a year, Vivien Leigh has seen too many wandering sweats who come to the store to sleep at night.

Some people are cute, have no bad habits themselves, and wake up on their own during shift changes in the morning to help shop assistants clean up.

Some people hate it, come late at night, can't get up in the morning, and ask for "expired burgers" when they get up.

Some people are very hateful, they will bring bad habits into the store, such as high fans, fuck.
Those who play music and engage in art have all the five poisons, and those kinds of people hate it the most.

"Give me a Big Mac!" Harry yawned.

Vivien Leigh was furious, "Do you really think of this place as a shantang?! When I wake up in the morning, I don't know how to help clean the table. I want to eat when I open my mouth. At a young age, I have hands and feet, but I don't have the slightest bit of respect—ga —"

Looking at the ten-yuan bill clipped by the girl's fingertips, the waitress's anger stuck in her throat along with the words of the cannonball, becoming a heavy suffocation.

Her face turned blue and red several times, and eventually, the terrible reality of "lose this job, I'll go bankrupt, and become a homeless like her", made Vivien Leigh squeeze out a smile that a waiter should have.

"OK, I'll bring it to you right away." Her voice was soft like cream.

"Bring me a glass of water," Harry said.

"Soda water, or Coke? For a Big Mac, a $2.5 burger, and a three-dollar package, you can get a glass of freshly squeezed juice." Vivien Leigh asked the waiter.

"I want water, the free kind. By the way, my burgers must have more sauce and cheese." Harry said.

The expression on Vivien Leigh's face was much lighter.

So stingy, obviously there won't be a penny tip.

The burgers had to be made on the spot and had to wait a while, but the tap water was readily available and served immediately.

Harry looked left and right, and the wall clock read [-]:[-], a little early.

However, the street outside has come alive, and even in the front hall of KFC, there are several homeless people cleaning tables or mopping the floor with buckets.

Well, they are all stray sweats, and Harry followed them into the shop last night.

Compared with other homeless people, they are in better spirits and their clothes are cleaner and more hygienic.

No stench, no mess.

Holding a water glass, Harry walked to the door and squatted in front of the drain cover on the street.
Uh, brush your teeth.

Back then, in the Great Celestial Dynasty, the provincial capital city was also covered with heating pipes, but the scene of "leakage of white gas" was rarely seen.

Wonder what's so special about Gotham's heating pipes, or maybe that's a kitchen chimney?
The streets and sewers, the walls of residential buildings, and the roofs of residential buildings are constantly bursting with thick white water vapor.

It seems the city has been breathing.

Like a beast from hell, it exhales the smell of corruption and corruption in the sewer.

Gray and rusted street buildings, the rising pale sun, the rich white air covering the city, and the hurried pedestrians
Harry's head shrank, and a police car stopped not far in front of her.

"Old Piccolo, have a hamburger, no sauce, two extra slices of pickled cucumbers, and a large malt milkshake." The policeman got out of the car, but didn't come to her.

Opposite KFC, there is a small dining car, the boss is busy, and there are long queues of office workers.

The two policemen, one black and one white, who were somewhat fat, did not line up and went directly to the front row to order food.

Harry didn't even see them paying.

Not only did the police not pay, the boss wearing a chef hat also took out a bundle of green notes that had been prepared and handed it along with the hamburger paper bag.

The fat patrolman grinned and stuffed the money into his pocket, picked up the hamburger and stuffed it into his mouth, treating all the guests beside him as dead.

"Old Piccolo, have you seen a blond girl with suspicious behavior recently?"

"Witch Harley? No, my guests here are all serious people." The thin-faced boss answered cautiously while his nose was sweating.

The black policeman chewed a hamburger and said vaguely to the white male young policeman: "Owen, you go to South Street, I'll check the north."

"Is it necessary?" The white Owen was a little unhappy.

"The Chief Luo layout personally ordered three times a day in the morning, noon and evening," said the black policeman.

"Let's just say we checked, and the people in the office don't know it anyway." Owen is habitually negative at work.

"The trouble is a little big, let's at least hold on to the past few days." The black policeman sighed.

"Isn't it just a dead nun, when will Gotham not die?" Owen said.

"It's not uncommon for Gotham to die every day. Chief Ke Luo came to the branch in person and gave orders in front of all the patrolmen. It's rare to see him once a year," the old black said.

Owen stood up helplessly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Harley with a mouthful of foam on the opposite side, and said with a smile, "I think she's a witch, why don't you take it back and understand the case thoroughly? Anyway, she's just a wanderer."

Harry was so frightened that he almost jumped up and kicked.

The black policeman glanced at her casually and said, "This time the situation is different, it's not Gotham people and Gotham public opinion who demand that the case be solved as soon as possible, but the church.

What the Holy Land Crusaders want the witch herself, it is best to capture it alive. "

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Forget it." The white patrolman threw the empty milkshake box on the road and walked to the street store shaking his head.

Harry hesitated for a moment, but left immediately without taking the hamburger.

After a while, Patrol Irving walked into the KFC store and asked the clerk if he had seen any trace of "Witch Harley".

Vivien Leigh just like hearing a customer ask, "Do you have cockroaches in the back of your store?" She didn't even have a moment's memory. She immediately shook her head and said firmly: "The customers in our store are all decent people."

While dealing with the police, she also took out sandwiches and distributed them to a few "decent" homeless people.

Well, the people who helped mop the floor and wipe the table before.

Owen stepped forward and patted the female clerk's plump buttocks before heading to the next store with a smile.

Filling up her stomach, Harry went to the street car gas station again, exchanged a dollar for half a bucket of steaming boiling water, and rinsed herself from head to toe in the bathroom next to her.

Outside was still the woolen coat from Selena, but the underwear and socks were replaced with clean ones.

After a fresh make-up, Harry returned to the street refreshed.

Manhattan Island, a bustling pedestrian street with dense crowds.

On the stairs outside the shop, a young man lazily fiddled with the guitar in his hand, with an empty guitar case in front of him.

There is also a piece of white cardboard next to it, with a line of words: Don't lie to you, I can't stand it anymore, I urgently need money to buy white powder, help me!

In the past and present, Harley has also seen many people begging with cards.

Either they have no money to buy a train ticket home, or they have been defrauded of money, or they are short of hands and feet and cannot support themselves, or their parents have cancer, their mother, son, and daughter have cancer, or.
For various reasons, people are simply used to seeing "sorrows in the world", but this is the first time Harley has seen someone so beautiful and refined, so sincere and straightforward.

So, she carried two bags on her back and a tin bucket in her hand, and stood by the side for a long time.

She wanted to see if anyone gave him money.

"You can come and sit, the place is big enough, I don't mind." The young man glanced at her, and finally couldn't help but invite.

"I won't give you a dime," Harry said.

"Of course, I'm not a policeman, I don't charge you for protection, and I'm not a Heibang, I'll take your share." The man laughed and fiddled with the strings, the music was melodious and brisk.

Harry was stunned for a while, only to realize that both of them had misunderstood each other's meaning.

Harry thought he was going to ask her for alms, he thought she was his counterpart.

"I'm not the same as you, I'm not a beggar!" Harry sat down still, three meters away from the addict.

"I understand, you are a singer, the future Avril, Britney, I am not a beggar, I am the future brother Mars." The addict said.

Harry used the guitar case as a pillow, took a blanket out of his bag, and laid it down on it.In addition, the iron bucket is placed on the outside, just blocking the head and neck.

Well, when she went to the gas station to take a bath before, the hot water was only twenty cents, and the rest was the rent of the iron bucket.

She thought it was too expensive, so she went to the grocery store and bought one for herself.

Stores like restaurant chains, KFC, motels, car washes, etc. sell hot water to homeless people.

There is a bucket, it will be much more convenient to take a bath in the future.

When choosing a bucket, Harry had an idea and found the thickest iron bucket.

When you sleep in the future, you can hide behind it as a "bulletproof wall".

"Hey, you can't make money like this," cried the addict.

"I just want to take a lunch break, don't disturb me." Harry said.

"You don't want money, don't you?" the addict approached her and whispered eagerly, "You must still have it, right? Borrow me first and enjoy it, and then pay it back to you when there is money."

"What?" Harry was a little confused and a little wary of his approach.

"Get away from me!" She protruded half the barrel of a gun from under the blanket.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I" The man shrank back like a scorpion, raised his hands, and cried out in grievance, "I just want to borrow some fans from you. When I had fans, I never hesitated to be with you. Friends share."

"I don't touch that thing, really." Harry reluctantly put the gun back again.

"If you don't borrow it, don't borrow it, why lie." The man's eyes changed when he looked at her, and he looked at her with disgust and contempt. "Looking at your appearance, I know you've tried everything."

"My appearance. So obvious?" Harry should have been angry, but was inexplicably happy.

Her disguise has been approved by "street experts".

The addict thinks she is stingy and insincere, so don't overdo it and ignore her.

"I didn't lie to you," Harry felt that Du Ping was a serious topic, and it was better to explain it clearly.

"Look at me." She lifted the cashmere blanket, put her left hand behind her back, put her right middle finger on the ground, and quickly did one-arm push-ups.

The addict opened his mouth wide and looked dull.

"Hey, do you believe it now? People from Hi-Fei are definitely not as healthy as me." Harry said proudly.

"Wow, Mom, this elder sister is amazing." Suddenly, a childish exclamation came from the side.

Harry turned his head to look, but saw a young boy with a graceful and handsome woman holding a beautiful dress, looking at her like a circus.

"Yes, very powerful." Seeing Harry's gaze, the young woman quickly opened the bag hanging on her shoulder, took out a 20-yuan dollar bill, and threw it into the iron bucket.

"Hey, I don't—" Harry just wanted to refuse, but the burger represented by twenty dollars was too delicious.

The more than 100 US dollars she has now is supported by Selena!

So, she closed her mouth, turned her head, changed her hand, and continued to do push-ups with one finger.

"Ding ding dong dong." One after another, coins and banknotes fell into the iron bucket.

　Before it goes on the shelves, two chapters will be updated at 09:30 every day, and there will be no special circumstances, and this will not change.If there is only one chapter, it is because there are sensitive paragraphs or sensitive words in the chapter, which will be locked in the background for a period of time, waiting for review, and then released again.

　　The new book is only forty chapters, and I have already locked chapters twice.

　　I'm also helpless, I don't want to write violence or astringency, but this is DC, it's Gotham, Gotham must be dark, if Gotham is peaceful, it's not normal.In this way, sensitive sentences are prone to appear and are easily locked.

　　Everyone bears with it, even if it is locked, it will always be released.As for me, I also try to be honest and not make subjective mistakes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)