Marvel Nephalem

Hell's Kitchen, commonly known as West Midtown, or Clinton District, is located on the west shore of Manhattan Island in New York City.As a famous slum on Manhattan Island, it has always been famous for its messy and backward living quality, serious ethnic conflicts and high crime rate.

Although it is close to the business district of Midtown Manhattan and has been undergoing rapid development with the continuous investment of real estate developers, and land prices and rents are also rising, due to its unsavory historical background and the reality of the gathering of criminals and gangs, it has still become a New York City The place where people are least willing to set foot and where they have the most helplessness to live.

Although it has become a destination for countless young people pursuing star dreams due to its proximity to Broadway, it still cannot change the local security situation.

Shootings, robberies, and gang fights often occur in the streets of Hell's Kitchen, and no one can avoid the crises that can befall them.

But there are always exceptions. If you have a family, you will never be threatened by the locals.

The Hathaway family, as a former real estate tycoon in the 20th century and the most famous strong woman in New York, Liv Hathaway is a landlord for a small part of Hell's Kitchen. The Clinton House Rental Company she founded has always provided employment opportunities for local people. .

As the bread and butter of many local people and the landlord of 37 Clinton District residents, the Queen of Clinton, who has passed away for eight years, has always been very popular. Although she has been gone for eight years, those who have received humane rent reductions from the Clinton House Rental Company People are also defending the company in other ways.

For example: protecting her daughter Anne Hathaway, who has just graduated from college, from the threat of local gangs.

The cyan walls that glow red under the neon lights, the rusty safety ladders, and the empty streets of Hell's Kitchen after sunset.

Occasionally, a panicked young woman can be seen running back to her apartment in a hurry holding the things she bought from the store.

After experiencing the horrifying alien invasion, although the alien troops were immediately restrained by the superheroes near the Stark Tower in Midtown and the war did not affect the place, Hell's Kitchen at this moment was uncharacteristically empty. There were gunshots and no yelling, as if the violence had left the place.

Until three Cadillac Cairns bulletproof SUVs lined up and drove into the neighborhood, the buzzing sound of motor vehicles came from far away, and stopped in front of a house that was no different from the surrounding ones.

In the car, a Western girl with a pure face and shawl-black hair was wearing strict professional attire. She was sitting in the back seat of a bulletproof car in the center, looking at the dark building with nostalgia.

"Hey, Miss Hathaway, this is your mother's last residence. The company has kept it, and in accordance with your request to the board of directors, the layout of the room has not been changed."

The middle-aged black bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat, wearing a black suit and a communicator on his collar, spoke with a natural rap accent. His rising tone and hip-hop style made the girl's sadness disappear, and she couldn't bear it. Zhu rolled his eyes.

She is Anne Hathaway, the only daughter of Clinton District real estate queen Liv Hathaway, who is famous to this day in the last century.

"Dennis, why didn't my mother let me live here instead of sending me to Los Angeles?"

Anne Hathaway looked at the dark wall and suddenly asked the black bodyguard: "You have been my mother's personal bodyguard consultant for 12 years. If you don't know, I really don't know who to ask."

Dennis Luther opened his mouth. He saw the gaze of Anne Hathaway in the rearview mirror. He quickly got out of the car and opened the back door. He said with slightly lowered eyes: "Go upstairs, maybe the answer is up there." .”

Anne Hathaway straightened her clothes, and went upstairs with her high heels and brisk drumbeats, escorted by ten bodyguards who got off the other two cars.

After closing the car door, Dennis Luther took out the buzzing cell phone and weighed it in his hand. He turned to look at the old building opposite. He threw the cell phone into the car with some annoyance. After checking the pistol, he took out a black gun. He put the metal pipe into his pocket and went upstairs.

The old stairs were full of dust. The girl went upstairs based on her memory. Now she is 22 years old and has spent 14 years here. Liv Hathaway, who has always been single, has also lived here with her for 14 years. , here carries the childhood of a girl. Although she lived in the most chaotic and dangerous area in New York, she still lived in a stable and warm 14 years.

Until Liv passed away due to serious illness, Liv was sent to an aristocratic school in Los Angeles according to her will. She had not returned to this home for eight years and felt the familiar atmosphere that she had not seen for a long time.

In her memory, her mother lived on the top floor, on the eighth floor, which was a bit overwhelming for her who lacked exercise on weekdays. She was out of breath as soon as she climbed to the sixth floor with her bodyguard.

Along with the groaning sound of the old door shaft turning, a familiar voice sounded beside Anne.

"You are...little Annie"

Anne Hathaway turned around subconsciously, and what she saw was a skinny old lady of Irish descent who opened the door. Her face was unfamiliar but familiar. After careful identification, Anne Hathaway said in surprise: "Aunt Laura."

Laura walked out of the door with a smile, hugged Anne directly in her arms, then held Anne Hathaway's pretty face, looked up and down and teased: "Little Anne has grown so big, I heard that aliens have hit New York, let Aunt Laura take a look, um... She looks very much like your mother’s sexy figure, which is as good as mine when I was young.”

Dennis Luther had just gone upstairs at this time. He looked at old Laura with an unkind expression, which made the old Irish lady's smile suffocate. He let go of his hand and reluctantly smiled at Anne: "It's already very late. You You must be very tired, come to Aunt Laura’s house when you have time, I’m always available.”

"Good night, Aunt Laura."

Anne Hathaway watched with some regret as Laura mouthed good night, retreated to the room and closed the door. She looked dissatisfied at Dennis, whose expression returned to normal. Dennis shrugged with a smile and said: "There is a saying in the East that you know the face but not the heart. There is plenty of time to reminisce about the past, and it doesn’t necessarily have to be at night.”

Anne Hathaway was stunned for a moment and understood: "Okay, you did the right thing, Uncle Dennis."

Simultaneously

New York Police Department

Officer Mahony rubbed his brows and walked out of the interrogation room. The police station was still noisy, and the homeless citizens still had not been resettled.

Things like taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble often happen. As a police officer in the Seventh Precinct, Mahoney is out of tune with the fat police officer who is eating donuts.

"How about it, Mahoney? Didn't the old man say a word?"

The plump Bob shook the fat on his face, proudly came over and patted Mahoney on the shoulder, handed him a donut, and kept chattering.

"Maybe he is just a bum. Don't waste time on him. Use your rare free time to replenish yourself with sugar. Who knows how many nights you will have to stay up this time."

Mahoney looked at the donuts, and then at Bob, who was so fat. He smiled sarcastically and indicated that he didn't need it, and then asked: "Bob, that old bum, are you sure the fingerprint database and the DNA database really don't have his name?" Record"

Hearing this, Bob said helplessly: "I'm very sure. Not only does this old guy have no criminal record, but even his identity record is a blank piece of paper. But according to the homeless man, he has been wandering in Zhongcheng Park for five years, but he is so conspicuous We know nothing about these people. At least my opinion is the same as that of the Immigration Bureau. We should simply kick them all out to avoid causing safety risks."

"Yeah, I don't know anything about it. Central Park is about to become a homeless concentration camp."

Mahoney looked at the transparent glass of the inquiry room. The homeless man named Old Mute was sitting there with a distracted look. This made him unable to help but question in his mind: "I'm sure he is not just a homeless man. But who is he?”

"New York is bad enough, with shootings, robberies, and young people burning garbage to destroy their own brains, but aliens have chosen this time to invade."

Bob took a bite of the donut and complained inarticulately. Suddenly, he felt a flash of inspiration flashing in his mind: "By the way, can we contact the TV station? You see, the old man is at least over 60, can he?" It may be because I washed too much garbage when I was young, and now I am lost in Alzheimer’s disease.”