Original God plus Marvel: Meet Thanos and start calling for help

The Manhattan borough in New York City, between 34th Street and 57th Street, stretching from 8th Avenue to the Hudson River, seems to be cursed and has long been shrouded in violence, crime, smuggling, robbery and other illegal activities.

The dark and damp alleys were filled with an air of decay, and the shabby street lights flickered as if they would go out at any moment, making the area even more eerie and strange.

Here, people live in fear every day in the evening. The whole place is like a real-life sin "hell". Criminal activities are constantly "cooking" in this "hell cauldron". Therefore, the people of New York gave it a vivid and appropriate name -

————【Hell’s Kitchen】

"Help! Help me!!"

Desperate cries pierced the night sky, carrying with them endless fear and helplessness.

"what--!!!"

Then, a sharp scream echoed in the dark and narrow alley, highlighting the eerie and scary look of the area.

The dark night sky and heavy clouds blocked the moonlight, making the already dim alley seem even darker.

The high-rise buildings on both sides are like silent monsters, sandwiching the alley tightly in the middle, further highlighting the oppression and isolation of this place.

The screaming woman struggled desperately in this dark environment. Her voice and shadow seemed so small in this sinful corner, which constituted a common scene in Hell's Kitchen.

Even the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man who wanders around with a helpful spirit couldn't hear the cries for help from these vulnerable people 16 kilometers away in Queens.

What's more, New York is very different today.

Look, eye-catching headlines like "Shock! Where have all the superheroes gone!?" and "Avengers and X-Men are collectively missing!!!" have unsurprisingly occupied the front pages of major news outlets in New York.

The media, which usually like to keep a close eye on the private lives of superheroes, were the first to keenly capture the abnormality this time.

It's not just the United States. Looking around the world, those superheroes in other countries who are active in the public eye have disappeared without a trace today, as if they had made an appointment.

This news instantly caused strong panic among the masses. People were talking about it on the streets and their faces were full of anxiety and worry.

Fortunately, the relevant departments seemed to have anticipated this.

Soon, various soothing statements were heard, such as official rhetoric such as secret joint exercises, trying to calm people's panic.

However, for those criminals and gangsters who are often oppressed by superheroes, today is as exciting as Christmas.

Just like at this moment, a few thugs wandering on the street spotted a blonde girl who missed the last bus because of overtime work and couldn't get a taxi, so she had no choice but to risk walking home.

There was a gleam of greed and evil in their eyes, and they surrounded them in an instant like a group of wolves smelling blood.

"Let me go! Please, I'll give you all the money I have! Let me go!!!"

The woman screamed in horror, her voice tearful and her eyes full of pleading.

She threw her bag at several people, her body shaking uncontrollably like a lamb to be slaughtered.

But her pleading and tears were not met with sympathy and compassion, but a slap in the face.

Snapped! ! !

The slap was so powerful that the woman had no time to dodge. She was knocked to the side and fell heavily to the ground.

Her originally fair cheek instantly became red and swollen, and the corner of her mouth was scratched by her teeth. A trickle of blood slowly flowed out, which was particularly glaring under the dim light.

"Shut up! B Chi, besides your money, you also belong to us. You are worth a thousand dollars."

A tall black man said viciously, while he looked at the woman's body unscrupulously, his eyes full of disgusting vulgarity and greed.

He first stared at the woman's slender legs, and then moved his gaze to her chest. The ambiguous look made the woman tremble with fear.

"But before that, you have to learn to please each of us."

The black man continued, with a malicious smile on his face.

Hearing the black man's words, the other two skinny young men with tattoos and dreadlocks also grinned and let out a creepy evil laugh:

"Hahaha, James is right! We need to give it some training before shipping!"

Women living in Hell's Kitchen naturally know what kind of tragic fate they will encounter if they fall into the hands of these demons.

A strong desire to survive surged in her heart, so she tried her best and screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping to attract the attention of passers-by around her and buy herself a chance of survival.

"Shit!! Shut up!!"

The woman's resistance completely enraged the black man. He frowned, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he raised his foot and kicked the woman hard in the belly.

The woman groaned in pain, curled up on the ground, and held her stomach tightly with her hands.

"Come on, scream as hard as you can. No one will pay attention to you even if you scream your throat out today. No one here cares."

As the black man spoke, he looked down at the woman on the ground with a mocking look on his face:

"Didn't you watch the news? All the superheroes in New York are on holiday. No one is here to meddle in other people's business. You belong to us tonight."

After saying that, the black man gave a look to the younger brother next to him, signaling him to take action.

"Shut up this B-chi's mouth first!"

The younger brother understood what she meant and immediately took out a dirty rag from his pocket and walked towards the woman.

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Evil is rampant in the dark night, and the superheroes have not yet set out on their return journey.

At this moment when it seemed that no one could prevent the tragedy from happening, a figure standing on a high place caught a glimpse of something strange.

The man in black tights had the upper half of his face tightly covered with fabric of the same color.

He stood quietly on top of a tall building, the hustle and bustle of the city like a roaring noise in his ears.

He tilted his ear slightly, and with his extraordinary keen hearing, he heard an unusual sound coming from the alley across the street.

There were the screams and struggles of women, as well as the verbal abuses of the thugs. These sounds were extremely clear in his ears, like whispers in his ears.

His eyes instantly became sharp and determined, and he ran towards the source of the sound without hesitation. In the darkness, his figure was like a black lightning, quickly disappearing into the night.