Marvel Nephalem

Narrow and dirty corridors, dark and humid rooms, infested with cockroaches and rats, enduring bullying from gangsters, envious of the superior material life of all other New York residents, and shouldering financial burdens that should not have been had at a young age. This is what most people from Hell's Kitchen have to say. The childhood that the grown-up residents have, Winnie Buffett also has.

"Little Winnie"

"Hiccup, Winnie"

Hidden in the dark closet, the trembling little girl covered her eyes, trying not to listen to her mother's sobbing voice and the footsteps that were getting closer and faster at that time.

"Little Buffett, my little billionaire"

Apparently the man who kept calling her had drank a lot. The sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets became more and more distant. The man seemed angry that he couldn't find his daughter. Suddenly, there was a clear sound of whipping, and the man's low shout turned into He cursed angrily: "Damn bitch, where is my daughter and where is my little billionaire?"

The woman just cried and howled, but didn't answer anyway.

Fear continued to grow in the little girl's heart along with the woman's gradually weaker cries.

The little girl hidden in the darkness wiped away her tears, stood up and opened the cabinet door. The strong light made the little girl unable to see for a while.

As his eyes gradually adapted to the light, what appeared in his eyes was a strong old man with furrowed eyebrows and a worried look on his face, and two young black men wearing headphones glued to the bed and constantly shaking their necks to the beats in their ears.

"I'm alive"

As soon as Winnie said a word, she suddenly felt a stinging pain in her right chest, and even her breathing felt hot.

Bruce, a black boy, was leaning on a crutch and said with great joy: "Of course, Father Hell's Kitchen will let you have trouble?"

Alfred turned around and went out: "I'm going to call the doctor."

"The Godfather of Hell's Kitchen" Winnie said with some difficulty, but she still endured the pain and looked at Clark with a smile. She still remembered that when her mother forced her to go to school, the old man just glanced at him and almost scared her. Cried.

Although the old man didn't say much, the invisible pressure emanating from his body kept them from taking a breath.

But today, that kind of pressure didn't appear at all, at least she didn't feel it.

Clark, who had been unsmiling for a long time, smiled rarely today and said kindly to Anne: "Don't listen to his nonsense and have a good rest."

At this time, Clark had already changed his clothes. After all, two days had passed. Winnie, who was in a coma, might not feel anything because she had just woken up, but Clark, who had been hospitalized before, knew that she was very weak now, even though she had been passing the test for the past few days. Infusions were given to sustain life.

But after all, it is not the nutrients that the human body needs normally obtained, and the human body needs more than just sugar. Winnie's family and relatives have been unable to be contacted, and she herself continues to be in a coma.

Clark, who had already obtained his daughter's consent and joined the Clinton Group as a personal bodyguard, could only act as guardian. He came to the hospital to go through the procedures and let the doctor put a gastric tube on the little girl. By the way, he took Bruce to change the gauze. Who knew that as soon as he arrived, he discovered that The sleeping girl was crying and then woke up.

Clark looked expressionlessly at Bruce, who was still wearing headphones and leaning on a crutch. The other person immediately recognized him and ran away. He had been resting in the ward for the past two days, but it was not uncommon for Clark to run in both directions to see if Winnie was awake.

After hearing the conversation between Joey Bode and Clark, the two black boys already learned that the incident was caused by Clark.

Obviously Winnie's tragic situation that night greatly stimulated the usually cold and cruel old man. It was normal to feel guilty. In the relationship between teacher and student, it was also appropriate to talk more.

After watching the black man leave the ward, Clark knelt down beside Winnie's hospital bed. He looked at the little girl with a respirator and her hair shaved, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry Winnie, this unreasonable disaster was actually caused by I'm sorry."

Clark felt very guilty about what happened to Winnie because of him. However, this guilt was not because of his pure nature or any heroic complex of shouldering all living beings, but because Winnie was his student. In just one month, among the many students, I could barely remember her name because of her weird appearance.

He is not that emotional. Justice is a standard that should be followed in his heart, but it is not the bottom line, and mercy is even worse.

In the past six years, he has regarded his own life and death as insignificant. Even if Anne moved him with her actions, it was only because he could not accept the lost beautiful past and deceived himself into choosing a goal. Although he did not say it with his words, But he knew it very well.

But Clark still has standards. Although he will not be affected by the implication of innocent people, he will not sit back and let them live or die, not to mention those for whom he has responsibilities and obligations, his family, and those he is familiar with. He will take responsibility and fulfill his obligations without hesitation to those who are friendly to him and have provided help.

This constitutes his bottom line and his last line of defense against humanity, his only remaining persistence.

Winnie was stunned for a while looking at the sincerity in Clark's eyes, and then looked at the empty corridor. After a moment, she whispered: "Then you have to cure me... at least try your best."

Clark, who thought the little girl would open his mouth and made all kinds of mental preparations, miscalculated for the first time. He hesitated and said: "That's it."

"How else."

Winnie ignored Clark and just stared at the corridor in a daze.

"Ah~ You are indeed the host I chose. You must have thought of how helpless and desperate poor little Winnie is now. Her parents are seriously injured but are not around, but the savior hero is the source of trouble. Her biological mother is humble and weak, and her biological father is an alcoholic. Bao, thought she had found someone to rely on, but the other party negotiated the price with her."

The system, which had been dormant for a few days, finally found an opportunity to ridicule, and concluded bitterly: "Clark Kent, you are as cold as Qin Han, a person who can do great things."

Clark was speechless. It was true that Winnie was innocent and implicated. It was also true that he had responsibilities and obligations to abide by. But these all had a degree. He was not a great saint who protected thousands of people. Not only did he have many The trouble is waiting to be solved, and Winnie, who is fragile and sensitive at heart, is not suitable to participate in such matters at all. Fading away in the eyes of the media is the best choice.

In order to prevent her from being regarded by Dennis as Clark's weakness and being surrounded by wolves, she should keep a distance and gradually weaken the sense of dependence generated by this gratitude and guilt.

Moreover, people's hearts are unpredictable. Winnie is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and her thoughts and standards have not yet been determined. It is impossible to say if she develops any bad habits and seeks Clark all day long to blackmail her with the help of insider information in an attempt to get something for nothing.

Thinking of this, Clark nodded slightly, walked to the door and said, "If you need anything, just ask the doctor to call me, or just tell the doctor directly. I wish you a speedy recovery."

Winnie nodded without saying anything until she watched him leave, then she couldn't help but shed a tear.

The sound of footsteps approaching quickly and slowly sounded outside the door.

"Little Winnie"

"Hiccup, Winnie"

She seemed to be that little girl again, hiding in the dark closet.