The days when I was making trouble in American comics

2008.

American Newtown, Brooklyn, Seventh Avenue.

"Big Bird goes around the bar?"

Coulson looked up at the bar's sign highlighted by colorful neon lights. Just standing at the door, he could clearly smell the air full of narcotics and alcohol, which also contained the stench unique to people of color. , if it was not required by the mission, he would definitely not come here.

The Hulk escapes again, General Ross, the super soldier program, Captain...

Economic crisis, government, banks, civilians...

This is a sleepless city, with bright lights everywhere and lively entertainment, but looking around the streets, you can see homeless people and the unemployed everywhere. Screams can be heard in the darkness, black dried blood stains on the walls are silent, and chaos breeds here.

Colson sighed. In this current environment, the most important thing is to keep his job.

I hope General Ross can tell me the answer.

Thinking this, Colson pushed the door open and stepped in.

A burst of noisy voices and tearing heavy metal music rushed toward him, like headphones suddenly turned to maximum volume, which made his eardrums hurt.

The soundproofing effect of this bar is amazing. The inside and outside are two different worlds.

The decadence in the air hit his face, Colson wrinkled his nose covertly and walked towards the bar booth.

"Would you like a drink? Sir." The bartender, a young Asian man with yellow skin, said hello after noticing the arrival of new customers.

"No, I'm looking for someone." Colson quickly looked at the bartender, and then rejected his kindness. Brooklyn's Sixth and Seventy-Eighth Avenues are where yellow people, especially Chinese, live, so this big bird shop There are not a few Asian faces in the bar.

"I heard you have a boxing match here?" Looking around, Colson found no sign of General Ross. After a moment, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he raised his eyebrows and said to the bartender.

"Nothing, what do you do for a living? This place is under the protection of Jin Bin." The Asian man said calmly. Although Colson looked like an elite, the words he said made people doubt whether he was here. Looking for trouble.

For a moment, Coulson was clamped by several strong men with malicious intentions.

A hard object was pressed against his waist. As an agent, Coulson naturally understood what it was. He raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions, and said with a frightened expression, "I am a good citizen, and I have nothing against Jin." Any opinions, just wanted to see the market.”

This kind of small chaos will not cause anything in the bar. Coulson knows that his death here will be in vain. A man is flexible and adaptable. Facing the dark side of society, his bottom line is very flexible. As he spoke, he handed over a Rolling dollar bills.

"Give me some face and let him go. Is Afu's game about to begin?" A vicissitudes of voice came from somewhere. Coulson looked over and saw that the owner of the voice was wearing a camouflage uniform and had gray hair. With a slightly drunken blush on his face, the cigar in his hand was smoking, and he was putting the wine in his mouth. It was the General Ross he was looking for.

"The next game is about to begin. His opponent tonight is Skull Crusher." The Asian young man said with a smile. He waved his hand, indicating to his men to give General Ross a face and let Coulson go.

"Thank you! Do you have time now? I wonder if I have the honor to ask you a few questions." Coulson breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shouted to General Ross, pointing outside, indicating that it was not very convenient to speak here. .

"Let's go. I'm still the same, Black Tiger Afu with a hundred cuts." General Ross stood up, his eyes scraped across Colson's face like a knife, and then walked straight deeper into the bar.

Coulson was not discouraged when he saw this and followed closely behind.

There is a unique world here. After passing through an underground corridor of the bar, Colson came to a more fanatical and restless stand.

The lights were bright, and there was a huge ring in the center of the stand. At one end of it stood a tall, muscular man. He was wearing a black vest and had flaming crimson hair. The shape of his hair was similar to that of a starfish, and his eyebrows were His face and beard are also red, and his fierce face has two black eyes, which are piercing.

Opposite him was a black man with even more exaggerated muscles. He wore a helmet and raised his arms like a bodybuilding champion. According to the host, he was the "Skull Crusher."

"Are you ready to have your head crushed by me?" Skullcrusher shouted when the boxing match began.

"Elephant kick!" Ah Fu smiled sinisterly, flew forward, shouted his moves, and knocked away the enemy with one punch.

Blood splashed from Skull Crusher's mouth, his chest was visibly dented, and his body was shaking slightly as he lay on the ground, proving that he was still alive.

"3, 2, 1..." the referee shouted with the microphone, and each number was stretched out very long. When he counted to one, he walked over to Ah Fu, and then raised his arms high.

"The winner this time is still the black tiger - Ah Fu!! He has won ten games in a row, can anyone stop him?"

"He's very strong, isn't he?" Coulson looked at the way General Ross looked at Black Tiger Afu and asked tentatively. This kind of power is indeed not something ordinary people can achieve. Could it be that this boxer has also been strengthened by the military?

"From a mortal point of view, he is indeed very good, but compared to..." General Ross's eyes were blurred, as if he had thought of something, and then he turned his head and said casually, "What do you want from me? thing?"

After a while, the two disappeared into the night.

But the decibel levels at boxing matches and bars are still as high as boiling water.

People are waving money here, their faces are red, their blood is gushing, they are glaring at each other angrily, their bodies are intertwined, they are decadent and decadent, money, alcohol, narcotics, sweat, body fluids, all kinds of desires are amplified here, and then gathered together, no one is normal People can stay calm in this environment for a long time.

Numbers invisible to the naked eye are constantly emerging on the heads of these people who are intoxicated, hungry for excitement, violence and blood.

In a certain room of the bar, a young Chinese man wearing beach pants and a floral shirt was lying on the boss's chair and drinking health tea. At his feet was a blue-skinned turtle wearing sunglasses. Very funny.

There are corresponding invisible numbers beating in front of him.

He is the owner of this bar, the man who paid Kingpin protection money, the time traveler and the owner of Goldfinger - Chen Shu, Jack Chen.

It has been two months since he traveled back in time to the 21st century. At first, Chen Shu felt that he was going to reach the pinnacle of his life. As an ordinary Chinese, back in 2008, it might be too hard for him to struggle to the point of hanging on a street lamp. It’s difficult, but there is room for maneuver to achieve financial freedom.

The original owner of the special time-travel was a Chinese American with a small fortune. Chen Shu had watched "Wind City 1990" many times. Although the time of time-travel was not right, at least Song Hei had demonstrated it, so there was no need to get involved in entertainment. Circle, it is not stable to imitate a cat or a tiger.

Not to mention the top wealth opportunities such as the World Cup in Germany and Brazil in 2014.

And soon Chen Shu discovered that he also had a rumored golden finger necessary for time travellers-the trouble-making system.