In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1055: Shocking the world (32)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

The man didn't look at the package he lost at all, but gently pulled Schiller's shoulders, telling him to lean back, not to curl up together, which would affect his breathing, then put his arms flat, and began to massage For the elbow joint, his movements are very proficient, as if he has done it countless times.

Eddie stepped forward, picked up the package, and opened it. It should be homemade explosives. The power is not too great, but it is more than enough to kill a person.

It wasn't until Schiller recovered a little that the man noticed that Eddie behind him had picked up the package, but his attitude was much calmer than Eddie had imagined, and the strange man took off his hood , looked at Eddie and said, "...what are you going to do? Call the police?"

Eddie zipped up the bag, and then threw the explosive back to the strange man. The man was startled by his bold action, but panicked, took the bag in a hurry, and ensured that the bomb Not going to explode from such rough handling.

"What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of a bomb going off?!" he roared.

"You are a dangerous person carrying explosives, and you are still afraid of bomb explosions?" Eddie asked back. As a reporter, he is best at finding loopholes in other people's words.

"I..." The strange man seemed a bit inarticulate, and was a little speechless when asked this way, but at this time, Eddie took the initiative to lower his posture, and said, "Thank you for your help , if it weren't for you, my friend would be in danger."

"I also know a little chemistry. The explosives you made are not safe. Even if you want to hold him to blow up something, the more likely situation is to blow yourself up, but the other party is fine." Eddie shook Shaking his head, he repeated what Venom had just told him about homemade explosives.

Eddie is a liberal arts student and hardly knows anything about explosives, but Venom combines the wisdom of two geniuses in science and engineering.

The first time he saw the explosives, he told Eddie that this thing is too rudimentary, the direction of the explosion is uncontrollable, the power of the explosion is uncontrollable, and it is not even controllable when it will explode. Take this thing To engage in terrorist attacks, but far.

The strange man looked down at his purse, a little at a loss, he pursed his lips, pulled up his hood and said, "What I'm going to do has nothing to do with you, don't say you've seen me, I'm leaving."

Eddie stretched out an arm, blocking his path, the man pushed his arm, and found that it was still motionless, as if he suddenly got stronger, he pushed again , Eddie still didn't move.

Eddie turned his head, glanced at him and asked, "...what's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" The strange man took two steps back vigilantly, Eddie looked him up and down, and then said: "I am a reporter, and I have worked for major newspapers such as the Global Times and the New York Daily. .”

The man's eyes lit up suddenly, but the fire suddenly went out again. He snorted coldly and said, "Reporter? You have to limit your lying. Will reporters from major newspapers come here?"

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave again, Eddie's face turned cold, he looked at the man, I touched my cheek, and said: "Mask!"

In the next second, the terrifying fangs and sharp teeth of a huge black monster hung over the man's head. The long scarlet tongue dripped saliva, and the white spider compound eyes were long and narrow in shape, with an evil look.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A high-pitched scream came from the community of Hell's Kitchen, but it didn't wake anyone up. There are too many accidents here, and the victim still has the strength to scream, which means he doesn't need help. The only one who doesn't The man who thinks so is Daredevil Matt, but he's not here right now.

A few minutes later, a strange man sat down next to Schiller, and the two leaned against the corner together, while Eddie stood in front of them. The strange man held the explosive bag and said: "...I Call me Bowers, you can also call me Bob directly."

"I have a son and a daughter. The son is studying abroad with his mother, and he is doing well, but the daughter..."

Bob took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and when he turned his head, he saw a pair of bright eyes staring at him.

Bob glanced at Eddie, and Eddie motioned with his chin and said, "My friend is in withdrawal, give him a cigarette, it will make him feel better."

Bob glanced at Schiller and saw his pale face and still twitching neck muscles, which perfectly matched his image of a reclusive gentleman, so he didn't say anything, and handed him a cigarette. Eddie, Eddie lit it and handed it to Schiller.

Eddie also walked to Bob's side and knelt down. Schiller was smoking in the background. The two chatted, and chatting was Eddie's forte.

He was squatting on the side of the road holding a cigarette, frowning, sniffing his nose, and grinning. Bob shrank back instinctively when he saw this image of him, and said, "Are you really a reporter? I I've never seen a reporter like this before, are you sure you're not a gang leader from Hell's Kitchen?"

Eddie glanced at him, as if he was very dissatisfied with his evaluation, but he also remembered that Dr. Dora, who cooperated with him to deal with the Life Foundation, also evaluated him in the same way. So not a nice person?

"Compared to you, I'm much cuter." Venom commented: "If I fall into my hands, I just get my head bitten off, and if it falls into your hands, I might be sank into the sea to feed the sharks... "

"Don't talk nonsense." Eddie immediately denied, and then he straightened his expression, relaxed his muscles, showed a kind smile, and then asked Bob: "You mentioned your daughter just now, What happened to her?"

Bob hesitated, then looked at Eddie and asked, "Will you write about me in the paper?"

"Don't worry, I'm very professional, all interviewed names will be replaced by pseudonyms..."

"No, I mean, you must write about us in the newspaper..." Bob choked up suddenly, and said, "We have nowhere to go!"

"The reason why I can deal with your friend's situation is that my daughter also has epilepsy, and it is hereditary epilepsy, inherited from her mother." Bob took a deep breath and said, "The youngest daughter is 4 years old. At that time, we divorced, but not because of a genetic disease, but because the eldest son was too rebellious, and the differences in education between the two of us were too great, so we decided to separate."

"In the beginning, she took away two children, but it didn't take long for my daughter's inherited epilepsy to develop, and her financial situation is not as good as mine, and the medical conditions in the small town are not good. You can only send Tina back to me, I have a stable job here, medical insurance, and relatively good medical conditions..."

"Do you have medical insurance?!" Eddie said in surprise. This is very rare in this kind of neighborhood. If these people had medical insurance, you wouldn't be here.

Some people think that medical care in the United States is free, which also makes sense, but the premise is that you must have medical insurance, and there are many levels of medical insurance, even if it is the cheapest level, it is not here Many people can afford it.

Moreover, low-end medical insurance only provides relatively basic services. Simply put, you can only see headaches and brain fevers. In the United States, general headaches and brain fevers will not prescribe medicine. Most of them just recommend you to rest more.

If you want to treat a serious illness, you can do it, but you have to queue up. If you are lucky, you will be in the queue soon. If you are not lucky, you will have to queue for a long time.

Of course, if the donation reaches a certain amount, or if there is a special membership service in the bank, you can also jump in the queue, but obviously these are not things that the poor can consider.

[The novel that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of chasing bugs.]

So, Eddie was very surprised to hear that this man actually had medical insurance. If he could afford medical insurance, wouldn't he come here to rent a house and go to a neighborhood with better security?

But after listening to his thoughts, Bob shook his head and said, "That was all in the past. New York's medical resources are indeed very rich, and my daughter has also received treatment. At first, everything was stable until... ...until..."

Bob suddenly gritted his teeth, and said: "Damn the Stark Group! What kind of shuttle did they make, and that... space train?"

"I am a dispatcher at the bus station. Since the bus company canceled the New York City inner circle line to more than 20 lines, they don't need so many dispatchers, so I lost my job."

Eddie frowned and said: "Unemployed in this situation, there should be compensation, right? Your boss didn't give you?"

"He gave it, but my daughter needs medical treatment. She is young and needs nutrition." Bob said with some regret: "Before, I didn't expect this situation. I spent a lot of money and didn't keep it. What kind of deposits are made, after unemployment, the last wages and subsidies will be spent quickly."

"I couldn't pay the rent, so I had to move further out, and finally, to the outer neighborhoods here, but when I went to look for a job again, people thought I was a **** when they heard that I lived here. A tramp with nothing to do, refuses to admit me."

Eddie patted him on the shoulder and said: "I know, I made a wrong step, and I did the same thing at the beginning..."

He sat next to Bob and said: "I don't know, do you like reading newspapers and news, maybe, you will have some impressions, I used to be a well-known reporter, interviewed many big people, including what you said Tony Stark..."

Hearing what he said, Bob immediately turned his head and stared at Eddie's face~IndoMTL.com~He said: "...Did you wear black-rimmed glasses before? And you always like to wear striped shirts, And a tie with polka dots?"

Eddie nodded, took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from his pocket, put them on, looked at Bob, and Bob jumped up in shock, and said, "Eddie Brock?! New York Gold Medal Reporter, why are you here?!"

"This is the story I want to tell you, a story about my passion for a while, but I still don't regret it." Eddie looked at Bob with a hint of complacency and said, "Trust me, I am a gold medal reporter, and I can tell more stories than you."

Sure enough, Bob felt a little curious. Eddie leaned against the wall, looked up at the sky, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, "I heard that someone caught homeless people for experiments. I'm interviewing him I punched him and got banned, it's that simple."

Bob was choked for a moment, and the expression on his face seemed to say, "That's all you can tell a story?" But soon, he felt the same pity again, look at Eddie and said:

"That group of wealthy elders always behave like this, right? Obviously, I have already gained enough, so why don't we give us a way to survive..."

Eddie nodded, then set his sights on the bomb he was holding in his arms, and he pointed there with the finger holding the cigarette and said:

"So, you plan to make them pay something?"

Bob also looked down at the bomb in his arms, pursed his lips and said, "Can't it? Anyway, my daughter and I can't live anymore, and they have to pay the price for their actions..."

"With all due respect, you are brave but stupid." Eddie squinted his eyes and said, "If you do this, you can't hurt Stark, you can only hurt yourself."