The Legendary Life Beginning from American Comics

Ellen invited Pete to a slightly more upscale coffee shop.

Just next to the community.

After the two ordered a cup of coffee.

Allen eagerly asked Peter for information.

"You said the gentleman named Edward is a detective?"

Peter nodded, "You're very young, it's incredible, isn't it?"

Allen agreed very much with what he said. This was the first time he had met such a young detective.

"I know you have a lot of questions, and I will tell you more about Inspector Edward's incredible story." Peter paused for a second, looked at Allen's eyes, and then continued: "Let me introduce myself first. Pete, from Tomorrow Daily.”

"Alan, New York radio host...location reporter." Allen wanted to say host, but remembering that all he was doing now were on-site interviews, he changed his mind and said he was a location reporter.

Pete's eyelids jumped when he heard the New York radio station.

In New York City, New York Radio is equivalent to the BBC in the UK and Radio Tokyo in Japan. It is the largest radio station in New York City and has extremely high ratings.

Of course, New York Radio does not have only one channel, and the traffic of each channel is also different.

However, even for the most ordinary channels, the kind of traffic cannot be compared with that of a newspaper.

Pete only heard that he was from the radio station, but he didn't expect that he was backed by such a big company.

Pete's eyes flashed with excitement, but he quickly concealed it and sighed, "Superheroes have become so popular in recent years that they have taken over almost every aspect of people's lives."

It's hard for Allen to disagree, because he used to be a host who specialized in interviewing superheroes.

It was this interview program with superheroes that made him famous and became famous on the radio.

It's a pity that after I stopped doing superhero interviews, even my followers on Twitter dropped by more than half.

The last few episodes of the program have been ignored.

Pete continued, "I feel ashamed to say that although I... have always been committed to discovering the greatness among ordinary people, telling ordinary people's stories, and describing the world of ordinary people well, but unfortunately, my ability is limited, which has led to the failure of the program. not ideal."

"Those ordinary people, who have no superpowers and are born with no traffic, have always remained unknown and devoted themselves selflessly. Some of them are obviously ordinary people but they do things that are comparable to gods. In such a general environment, they are not recognized by others. You know, sometimes it’s misunderstood, and I feel like that’s unfair to them.”

"I want more people to know about their deeds."

"Although I also know that it is thankless to do this, but..." Peter paused, looked out the window sadly, took a breath, looked back at Allen, and then continued: "Some things have to be done. Someone do it.”

Allen looked at Peter's complicated eyes and was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect that in this era where traffic is king, there would still be such persistent people.

Don't follow the trend, don't follow what others say.

In order to let everyone see that ordinary people are as great as superheroes, they are willing to make themselves "mediocre".

What a great person this is.

Allen's eyes changed when he looked at Peter.

He admired this kind of person very much.

He knew that he could not do this kind of thing no matter what.

After all, writing about superhero topics is the only way to make money and support your family. It’s just for ideals. If you write about ordinary people and things about ordinary people, no one will follow you, so the final result is that you will get nothing.

Before working, he also had many dreams.

But after working, he learned to compromise.

Especially after getting involved with superheroes, I was lost in the world of money, and I became farther and farther away from my original intention.

Allen sighed:

"Sigh, it's so difficult to find someone who is as strong as a god among ordinary people, especially when everyone's eyes are fixed on superheroes."

"It's difficult, but not impossible." Peter smiled happily.

Allen was shocked and said: "Is it true?"

"That's right, that's the person you're thinking of. I invited you here today because I hope you can do a little help. I've created a new account specifically to manage the deeds of these people. I hope to use your platform to do some Some publicity, I know this may be too much to ask, but..."

"You don't need to say anything!" Allen stretched out his hand and interrupted Peter. "Although I no longer interview superheroes, I still have the traffic I accumulated in the early stage. What's more, what you did is such a great thing. As a media person, I naturally have the obligation and responsibility to support you."

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome. I originally planned to publish a food show about ordinary families, and the food made by Inspector Edward really touched me a lot, but I didn't expect that he was actually a policeman."

"Show you a picture!" Peter showed Ellen the photo he had posted on Facebook.

"This... seems to have been photoshopped."

Peter nodded, not surprised at all by his suspicion, because reporters relied on their eyes.

Pete smiled slightly and whispered: "But, what if... everything that happened in this photo is true?"

"Really?" Allen's face looked a little moved.

"Yes, I was fortunate enough to see Inspector Edward break into a gang organization single-handedly and wipe out the entire organization by himself. This photo only beautifies the scene, but it is indeed real."

Allen was silent for a long time, seeming to still be thinking about this matter.

A man breaks into a gang organization.

And wiped out the entire organization.

Almost like a superhero.

Peter waited for Allen to slow down a little, and then dropped another bombshell, "Did you know? In the city police department, there is only one detective left, Edward, and the pressure of the entire police department is on him."

Hearing these words, Allen's mind seemed to be struck by a muffled thunder.

Over the years, he hasn't paid much attention to the police station.

Naturally, I don’t know how many chief detectives there are in the police station.

But he remembered that he went to the city police station a few years ago to do business. There were more than a dozen detectives in the major crime team alone, and there were four or five chief detectives.

But now there is only one chief detective left in the city police department.

There is a feeling of being a hero in his twilight years.

Thinking of the photo that Pete gave him, he was alone, breaking into a gang organization and fighting against evil.

This man who stands behind the citizens!

How lonely he is!

The reason why he went alone was not to monopolize the credit, but because no one in the entire police station could help him. He could only go into the dragon pool and the tiger's den alone.

Withstand the pressure of the entire police department.

Carrying the expectations of the entire New York City public.

Obscurity, maintaining the tranquility of the entire underground.

original…

People like this are always around us.

He is not a superhero.

But better than a superhero.

It's him, it's him.

Our hero.

Detective Chief Edward.

at this time.

Allen thought of the egg fried rice made by Inspector Edward.

Why is it so attractive.

Why can't people cry after eating it?

Is it because he is enduring loneliness, using loneliness as raw material, using pain to torment, and turning rice into gold, just like the prosperity of the floating world, the surface is brilliant, in the corners of the shadows, in places where gold cannot touch, It is part of the cruelty of the real world, and the aftertaste of the egg fried rice hides the painful heart of Inspector Edward.

"turn out to be…"

"There really are ordinary supermen in this world!"