Marvel Nephalem

"There was a widely known rumor about the New York sewers."

"That is, there is..." in the sewer.

"Mermaid"

"No, it's a crocodile. How can you think of such a disgusting thing?"

Clark, who was slumped on the wooden chair, felt his brain getting more and more dizzy, and the rancid smell in the air was constantly killing his desire for survival.

Winnie was stepping on the ladder, holding her mobile phone at the drain to try to receive more signals, and beside Clark, a large number of skinny and poorly dressed people gathered.

Why put in quotation marks? Because in a sense, they are worse than homeless people. They have no legal status, no civil rights, and are not recognized by the public. Living in the sewers, they can't even take care of their own food and clothing.

Their expressions were sluggish and numb. She was more like a walking zombie that had lost its soul than a human being.

Just like the Mexican man in front of Clark who had a strange smell on his clothes, with a 9 pressed against his forehead, he was staring at Clark with empty eyes, explaining the customs here: "In fact, crocodiles are rare. What's even more deadly is the heavy rain. Every time there is a heavy rain in New York, it will cause a disaster, and at least 100 people will drown. Just like my wife, she may be stuck in the garbage pile at the drainage outlet now. This is our Destiny, isn’t it?”

The Mexican man kept glancing at Clark's potentially valuable items, unaware that the other party might shoot him at any time, and continued: "Maybe I will go on vacation in the belly of a shark tomorrow. After all, it is the rainy season, and maybe it will rain heavily. You will drown me in the mud, but before that, maybe you can give me a good meal."

Clark closed his eyes slightly, until the Mexican's hand reached into his pocket, and then he suddenly got excited, waved his hand and knocked the Mexican to the ground with the barrel of his gun.

Instead, he pointed his pistol at other sewer wanderers who were eager to take action.

Clark lowered his eyebrows and muttered drowsily: "If you dare to move, the mermaid in the sewer will smell its beloved blood smell."

The Mexican man covered his face with a nosebleed and argued angrily: "It's a crocodile...a crocodile."

Winnie, who was standing on the shaft ladder talking on the phone, was now shaking with her hands. Clark was bleeding all over the ground and dying, surrounded by a dozen rat-men living in the sewers.

Some of these people are illegal immigrants, some are stowaways, and some are bankrupt middle-class people. They choose to live in the city's sewers without any protection.

Over time, a sizable community formed underground in New York. Before settling here, their stories were different, but their future was indeed the same, and they bid farewell to the sunshine forever.

They receive social relief funds and live an isolated life. Some of them have been abandoned by society, and some have abandoned society.

These people seem pitiful, but in fact there is nothing pitiable. When a person has given up on himself, any pity is meaningless. Rather than saying they are rat people, it is better to call them the lost.

But it is conceivable that there are obviously many people among them who are hostile to society.

Especially Clark, an extremely wealthy upper-class figure, fell into a circle of lost people who believed that they had been wiped out by the upper-class elite, making it impossible for him to survive on the ground.

What will happen once he loses consciousness and loses the ability to protect himself?

Winnie didn't dare to think about it. For this reason, she could only choose to urge the black boy Alfred as soon as possible to get them here as soon as possible.

"Mr. Kent, I used to be an employee of the Clinton Group and worked for the company for ten years. But after your wife died, Joey Bode fired me. I feel that this is a gift from God, allowing me to... .”

The Mexican man covered his bleeding nose and looked at Clark Kent, who seemed to be unconscious. He tentatively stretched his hand to Clark's hanging right hand, as if he wanted to take a gun. The people around him were even more eager to try.

"boom"

Schneider, who had just come downstairs, drew his gun and fired at the sewer dome. The gravel fell on his head. He shook the gravel on his head angrily, pointed at the homeless people who were approaching Clark and shouted: "Right away. Get out, or I will use machine guns to sweep you in and out of the sea to feed the sharks."

These lost people seemed to be afraid of Schneider, and they disappeared instantly, except for the Mexican man, who held Clark's 9 in his hand and pressed it against Clark's forehead. Just as he was about to say something, Schneider hit him between the eyebrows in the next second. A big hole was made, and red and white were scattered all over the floor.

Winnie, who was awake for the first time when she saw someone being shot, suddenly felt a sweetness in her throat and almost vomited. She also looked at Schneider with fear in her eyes.

"There is no possibility of bargaining in the underground world, especially those poor rat people, so don't be as poor as them."

Schneider noticed Winnie's gaze, and as he spoke, he dragged the Mexican man's body and walked deeper into the tunnel.

"What an asshole."

Winnie cursed in a low voice and hurriedly stepped forward to check Clark's condition. Clark's forehead was hot, possibly due to a fever caused by wound infection, but at least he was still alive. This made Winnie sigh in relief, not only for Clark, but also for herself. .

Schneider's words made her realize that if Clark died here, she would definitely be thrown out of the sea, just like those who died in the sewers, to become a meal for sharks on the east coast of New York.

A month later...

It was midsummer in August, but because there had just been a heavy rain, this morning seemed fresh and pleasant.

Even the subway stations in New York are as hot as a sauna. Although the history of the New York subway is not as long as that of London, England, which is a century and a half, it has a history of more than 1904 years since it started operating in 100. And in this In its multi-century history, the New York subway has not undergone any overall upgrades. This means that the urban rapid transit system of New York, a cosmopolitan city, is essentially the same as it was 100 years ago.

The entire subway station is not only full of garbage and homeless, but rats are also so rampant that it is not news that rats are running rampant in the tunnels and platforms. It becomes news if they take advantage of the passengers' naps to ride on their faces...

Of course, there are endless crimes and tragedies on the New York subway, but these are not important to Alfred at this moment.

Because New York has abundant groundwater, the subway tunnels are only ten meters or even a few meters deep from many places on the road surface. This means that once New York is in the stormy months of May and June, the entire subway will turn into a vast ocean, such as the one from the day before yesterday to last night. rainstorm.

This caused the subway station to be paralyzed for a short time. At this moment, he was looking at the water line in the track that was enough to cover his waist, swallowing hard.

"No sharks, no crocodiles."

While praying, Alfred picked up the suitcase he was dragging behind him, jumped off the platform, and walked toward the black subway tunnel in the murky water up to his waist.