Some Unscientific Marvel Scientist

In an uninhabited alley in Hell's Kitchen, New York, a green light door opened, and Kraft, dressed in casual clothes, walked out.

After the light door closed, Kraft first tried to mobilize the power of hell obtained from the contract. As expected, there was no response. Then he opened the portal again and took Arale over.

Since the Ancient One Master is currently busy cleaning up Hell and adding burdens to the two students, he did not follow Kraft this time. Alice didn't like running around and stayed in her original world, so only Angie came with her. La and Arale.

"Hey, is this another world? It doesn't seem to be any different."

After Arale walked out of the portal, she raised her little head and looked around.

"Under normal circumstances, there won't be much change."

Kraft smiled and rubbed Arale's hair, and then tried to use the power of hell again...

It worked!

But compared to the original world, mobilizing the power of hell in the new world is more difficult.

To use a network metaphor, it is probably the difference between a [-]-megabit TV network and a [-]-megabit internal optical fiber.

I don’t know if it’s because the signal is bad due to crossing the world, or if there is hell and the king of hell in this world, which squeezes Arale’s authority...

Ah... Let's put it this way, wouldn't I alarm Mephisto in this world by doing this?

"Tsk, Angela, let's check first to see if there is anyone we are familiar with in this world."

Craft shook his hand and dispersed the power of hell and smacked his lips. He was not afraid of Mephisto or other demons, mainly because he had already been to hell once, and there was nothing new about going there again.

"Ok~"

Angela's cheerful voice sounded in the headphones. You must know that her first hobby was to invade other people's computers and compete with firewalls, network security experts and even artificial intelligence.

While Angela was sliding around in the online world to pick locks, Kraft had already led Arale outside. With just a brief glance at the surrounding buildings, Kraft already knew his location.

While most of the building's exteriors and signage don't look the same as Craft remembers them, the overall layout of Hell's Kitchen in both worlds hasn't changed much.

After all, this was the place where Kraft spent several years as a child, so there was no way he could admit his mistake.

Just...is this Hell's Kitchen a little too deserted?

In my impression, Hell's Kitchen is full of crime almost all the time, and the streets are full of gangsters with tattoos all over their bodies.

But now, Kraft didn't see too many pedestrians. Although there were some small gangsters who made themselves look flashy, they were also not many in number.

Is it the difference between parallel worlds?

And...why do these people look at me so strangely?

In addition to becoming more deserted, Kraft also found that many people were pointing fingers at him, with greed and fear in their eyes, but the most overwhelming thing was hatred.

"Angela, first check what's going on with me in this world."

This situation was obviously not difficult to guess. Kraft twitched the corner of his mouth and asked Angela to figure it out first.

Although it was great that I met my peers in the first world I traveled to this time, something seemed a little wrong with me in this world.

However, before Angela could finish checking the information and give it back to Kraft, several police cars with their sirens sounding were already stopping in front of him in a rampage manner.

Kraft stretched out his hand to hold down Arale, who was eager to try, and Kraft became even more confused.

Are the police in Hell's Kitchen so arrogant?

In our neighborhood, the police in Hell's Kitchen are very cautious when going out on the street.

While Kraft was looking confused, a large number of police officers got out of the car, drew their pistols from their waists, and aimed at him using the police car as a cover.

"Craft! You are surrounded by us! Let go of the hostages in your hands quickly! Surrender quickly!"

A fat white policeman who was probably the leader, holding a loudspeaker in his hand, shouted at Craft from behind a group of his men.

emmmm...I in this world really have a serious problem...

Kraft touched his chin wordlessly, but this simple action made the policemen become more nervous as if they were frightened by something terrifying, and even caused a little commotion.

"Brother, brother, do they mean me as a hostage?"

Arale tugged at the corner of Kraft's clothes and pointed at her nose and asked.

"Yep."

Kraft responded casually.

Then Arale shouted at the top of her lungs: "Hahahahaha! Come to me quickly! I was kidnapped by my brother!"

Kraft:…

Police officers at the scene: ...

"Sir, was that little girl really kidnapped?"

One policeman whispered into the white officer's ear.

"Otherwise? Do you really think she is Kraft's sister?"

The white police officer widened his small eyes that were almost invisible due to the fat, and scolded: "Looking at this, I guess the hostage may have some problem with his intelligence... Damn Kraft! There is even a mentally retarded person." No children are spared!”

Kraft: ...Hey!I heard!

At this time, Angela's information was finally collected, and Kraft finally knew what was going on in this world.

Although there are Maggia gangs in this world, they are just a very ordinary and common gang, so Kraft in this world has not experienced any human experiments.

In the beginning, the Kraft of this world was just a stowaway living in the United States, relying on some small crafts such as wood carving and bamboo weaving to barely make a living in Queens, New York.

Since they didn't understand the language at first, everyone called him "Craft" with a slightly professional word. Over time, this became his official name.

Later, Kraft gradually learned English and established his own interpersonal relationships in Queens. Although the people he met were not great people, they were all little people who supported each other, and the friendship was still very deep. of.

However, something unexpected happened, and just as Kraft's life was gradually getting on the right track, he and several of his friends were suddenly involved in the gang's struggle.

In this senseless disaster, all of Kraft's friends died. Only he had better luck and fell into the river nearby and disappeared.

Not long after, members of the two gangs were suddenly assassinated. No one noticed at first, but as the death toll gradually increased, and the top gang leaders also suffered casualties, the two gangs had to join forces to investigate. murderer.

In the end, Kraft, who had disappeared, was naturally discovered.

But at this time, Kraft had already learned his skills from nowhere. Faced with the pursuit of the two gangs, not only was he not caught, but he fought back all the way to their base camp in Hell's Kitchen.

This alerted the other gangs in Hell's Kitchen. For the gang's face and some profit reasons, some of the gangs united and began to encircle Kraft.

Needless to say, the result was that this group of gangsters failed to succeed. Instead, many people were killed by Kraft's subsequent revenge.

And with Kraft's continuous revenge, these gangs had to actively involve the police, and they also bribed some New York media to describe Kraft as a perverted murderer who took pleasure in killing people.

With the intervention of the police and the alertness of most of the unsuspecting masses, Kraft's crazy revenge had to stop, but he still lurked in Hell's Kitchen, taking action against lone gang members from time to time.

This is why Hell's Kitchen is so deserted now and why the police can appear so "arrogantly".

But these are not the point. The point is the photos of Kraft that Angela collected about this world.

Looking at the familiar white robe in the photo, and the rough hidden sword that is obviously made of scrap copper and bamboo...

Kraft was mentally unbalanced.

I've obviously had this dream before!

Why can't I learn the assassination technique inside? !