Marvel Begins with Karna’s Gift

After leaving the bar, Qiao stretched himself greatly. .biquge

After solving the most difficult identity problem, it feels inexplicably relaxing.

Although the problem of air tickets is equally distressing, it is not so difficult to solve.

He planned to go around the streets and there would always be some kind-hearted gentlemen who would be happy to donate their wallets.

to be frank,

The Servant's physique and uncrowned martial arts bring about a powerful force that is almost intoxicating.

For these ordinary people, even without using the Noble Phantasm, he can easily hit ten with one hand.

Therefore, for these young gangsters active in Brooklyn, he is not afraid at all even if the other party is carrying a murder weapon or a gun, because the levels of the two parties are not at the same level at all.

After putting on the hood of his leather jacket, Joe put his hands in his pockets.

Try to find some darker alleys.

After wandering around a few small alleys, his hard work finally paid off and he found a few kind-hearted gentlemen with kind faces and willingness to help others. The number was about one, two, three... five!

"Hey, let me see who stepped into our territory."

"A yellow-skinned monkey from abroad."

Facing the skinny Joe, several muscular men in strange clothes and weird hair looked fiercely at the fat sheep who dared to step into their territory, ready to entertain the skinny guy.

The bald man leaning against the trash can was the first to speak sarcastically.

Faced with the question from the bald man, Qiao seemed a little flustered and subconsciously took two steps back, trying to make himself look like a little sheep who had entered here by mistake, without any threat at all, and even his voice was very weak.

"Jason, don't scare our baby monkey."

"Maybe they are here to see my mother."

"Haha~"

Several gangsters burst into laughter at Joe's performance.

Leaning against the trash can, the man named Jason stood up, turned around and suggested to several other people, "Why don't we strip him naked and throw him on the street so that others can appreciate our baby monkey." "

"Sounds good!"

"There's nothing to do anyway."

After stubbing out his cigarette, several gangsters came closer with evil smiles.

"You...I'm going to call the police if you're doing this."

Qiao stepped back in panic, with a look of pity on his face that didn't seem to be pretending.

"Hey, baby monkey, didn't your mother tell you that the police are the most useless thing in Brooklyn?"

But the few gangsters who gathered around became more violent and pounced directly on them.

Just when Jason, who was the first to approach, tried to restrain Joe with a bear hug, the originally weak, pitiful, helpless guy suddenly changed into a bald man with a sneer, 'Jason', who kicked him On his face, the huge force made him hit the thick cement wall like a cannonball, making a loud noise.

Joe put his right hand on his neck, twisted it slightly, and the bones made a crackling sound, and said coldly, "Gentlemen, did your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its appearance?"

"How dare you resist, beat him!"

The beating of the bald man only aroused the ferocity of the remaining gangsters.

They rushed forward with red eyes, some picked up items around them as weapons, and some waved their fists.

There was a dull sound of criticism in the dark alley, but within two or three minutes it became completely silent.

With a smile on his face like a devil, Qiao looked down at the gangsters and asked,

"Gentlemen, do you realize my good intentions?"

The gangsters looked at him with horrified eyes, first shook their heads, and then seemed to remember something, and nodded quickly, like chickens pecking at rice, for fear that a wrong answer would lead to a few more punches.

"Oh, it looks like you really feel it."

Qiao nodded with satisfaction, seeming quite pleased.

"Mr. Lu Xun once said that knowledge is life. Now that I have taught you knowledge, it is equivalent to saving your lives. Why don't you do something in return?"

As he spoke, Qiao had a gentle smile on his face and rubbed his hands expectantly.

Gestures are the best universal language and can still be understood even across borders.

Although he didn't say it clearly, his crazy hint still made the group of gangsters lying on the ground with different postures realize something. They took out their wallets with pained expressions and handed them to Qiao who was squatting there.

As for the latter, every time he took the wallet from someone, he would take out the banknotes and stuff them into his own wallet, and then return the wallet to them. As for the bald man who was unconscious, Qiao was naturally his own. They did it, and before leaving, they also deliberately reminded them to remember to give 'Jason' extra lessons.

……

Although three hours is not a long time, it is not short either.

Enough for one person, a serious person to do a lot of things,

For example, in just three hours, Joe successfully found a kind man and collected enough money for a ticket to Afghanistan. It was a 'business class' ticket, and after buying the ticket, it was even enough to support him. Joe couldn't help but sigh a little at the basic expenses he spent searching for people in Afghanistan.

It can only be said that the gangsters in Brooklyn have long since separated from the working class.

If we do this for a year and a half,

It is estimated that the savings he has saved can enable him to live a small bourgeois life in Queens.

When he was thinking this, he had already returned to the "St. Ma'an Bridge" bar. At this moment, the old Bernard was no longer in the bar. There was only a young bartender sitting at the counter and playing Tarot cards in boredom.

"Hey sir, I'm here to get my stuff."

Walking to the counter, Joe said to the young bartender who was playing Tarot cards.

After sizing him up, the young bartender didn't hesitate. He took out a small black leather book like a passport from the counter and handed it to Joe and said, "Next time if you need anything, remember to come over at night."

While talking, the young bartender yawned, obviously because Joe's matter delayed his rest.

"Sorry, thank you for reminding me."

Seeing the latter's sleepy appearance, Qiao also felt a little sorry.

In addition, he had gained a lot in these few hours, so he took out a tip of 10 US dollars from his pocket and handed it over, then turned around and left the St. Ma Bridge Bar, preparing to go to JFK Airport to buy some. Take a ticket to Afghanistan and start your journey to find people in Afghanistan...

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