(This article is purely fictitious and any similarities are coincidental.) In order to facilitate the narrative, some plots will inevitably be different from real life, so please do not be more serious. )

A parallel time and space, the year 2016 of the Earth calendar.

New York, USA.

As one of the largest metropolitan areas in the world, New York has the nickname of the world capital, which directly influences the global economy, finance, media, politics, education, entertainment and fashion.

Manhattan Island is the heart of New York and is the smallest of the city's five boroughs, at just 57.91 square kilometers. But this small island, which is narrow from east to west and long from north to south, is the financial center of the United States, with more than one-third of the 500 largest American companies headquartered in Manhattan. Six of the seven major banks, as well as the headquarters of the major monopolies, have a central presence here.

There are many high-rise buildings here, and countless brightly dressed and imposing figures walk through the buildings, showing wealth and status.

However, everywhere, there are places where the sun does not shine.

On Henry Street in the lower * district, the old Morris's restaurant opened at dawn. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that the things of the old Morris house have three characteristics: rough taste, cheap price, and plenty of portions.

On this street, which is dominated by civilians and foreign tenants, it is quite good to be able to pay seven or eight dollars for a full meal. So despite the fact that people called him the miserly Morris, the business of the restaurant was still quite prosperous, and every day the old Morris was able to squint and smile with his big yellow teeth.

"March, you damn stupid pig, it could take you a whole day to get a bag of flour in the back!"

Old Morris looked impatiently at the sky outside, and in a moment there should be a guest for breakfast, and if he delayed the time, he would make a lot less green dollars.

I knew that I was too indulgent to these idiots, and I should have let them stay in a dark prison and rot maggots!

In order to pay less to the staff, the old Morris restaurant recruited a lot of guys who had just come out of it. He is not afraid of these addicts and tattooed men, and the whole Henry Street who does not know the power of the villain Morris.

As for the reaction of restaurant guests? It's good if these poor ghosts can give them something to eat, where will they be picky.

Morris, who had a meaty face, scolded and walked into the kitchen, turned around and didn't see the shadow of March this guy, and rushed to the back door angrily.

"This waste must be hiding in the back alley again, see if Lao Tzu doesn't break his bones!" Old Morris had already decided to deduct half a day's salary from this lazy thin monkey, and his heart was a little more comfortable, and he just walked out the back door, and sure enough, he saw a short figure standing in the corner of the back alley.

"Don't hurry up and do things, don't think about being lazy, damn it!" Morris took two steps forward, pointing at the other and scolding, not noticing that March looked very different from usual.

March is a skinny addict, and in the past, he used to deal with the beating and scolding of his employer with a hippie smile, but this time he didn't react for a long time, just stared straight at the boss and didn't move.

Old Morris spat and scolded for more than a minute before he felt that something was wrong, and his expression was stunned.

"Bastard, what's wrong?"

I saw that the skinny March's eyes were faintly yellow, and the corners of his mouth pulled upwards to reveal an indescribable and strange expression.

"I'm hungry."

Before Old Morris could react, he saw March a few meters away rushing towards him with indescribable agility, and instantly felt a sharp pain in his throat invade violently.

"Ho-ho-ho...... Ho ho ......"

The stout old villain was horrified to find that his throat had been bitten open by the skinny monkey March, revealing a huge hole in terror, and the unkempt blood was desperately shooting outward, spraying all over March's face, but the other party did not dodge or dodge, but desperately chewed the throat and minced meat in his mouth.

He wanted to call for help but couldn't make a sound, he felt that the strength of his whole body was quickly gone, his fat body fell to the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust, his arms twitched continuously, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness, leaving only one last thought:

"This damn pig ......"

In the United States, there are tens of millions of foreign residents, and nearly one-third of them do not have permission from the U.S. government, also known as illegal workers.

Seresto is a typical Mexican illegal worker, and everyone in Morris knows that this young man laughs every day, he is an optimist, and he will not be angry when anyone jokes.

For Seresto, a few dollars an hour is enough to satisfy him, and New York is a paradise compared to his hometown.

He was also the only person close to March in the restaurant, and when he saw old Morris looking for March, he quickly followed, secretly thinking that he would say a few kind words for March, so as not to be deducted from his salary again.

Until he approached the back door, Seresto didn't see anyone, but heard a low roar faintly coming from outside, as if he was chewing and swallowing something.

Strange, could it be that a wild dog is coming?

Thinking so, Celesto walked into the alley with some confusion. Unexpectedly, an unrecognizable and mutilated corpse was scattered on the ground like rags, scarlet blood flowed everywhere, and the strong smell of blood came to my nose.

Although the corpse was unrecognizable, Seresto recognized it as the boss Morris Sr. from his clothes, and his good friend March was lying on the ground in a strange position, holding half of his arm and tearing at the flesh on it......

"Oh! My God! Oh! No...... March ...... You're crazy......"

Frightened by the horrific sight, Celesto stumbled to the ground, crawling backwards on his hands and feet, desperately trying to escape but feeling his limbs weak, and unable to speak incoherently.

March, who was lying on the ground, was shocked like a beast, turned his head to look, his dim pupils contracted violently, and he instantly dropped half of his arm and jumped up, rushing in front of him in two steps. Terrified, Celesto grabbed the mop leaning against the wall and swung it at March, but was blocked by one arm.

With a click, March's thin arm drooped down at an eerie angle, obviously discounted, but unfortunately, he was not affected in the slightest way and stretched out his other arm to choke Seresto's neck.

"Ahem...... For...... What the...... ...... March"

Celesto couldn't imagine how March's emaciated body had so much strength that he could lift his taller self by the neck with a single hand. Although he even kicked and hit, he couldn't break free at all.

"March" glanced nonchalantly at his broken left arm, his mouth covered in blood and flesh and grinned:

"The human body is so fragile......"

Only then did Seresto realize that the body of the "March" in front of him had revealed large black scales, and the open mouth of blood was full of fine and interlaced sharp teeth, and there was also a heavy smell of sulfur, which clearly turned into a monster. But he couldn't think anymore, his face gradually became congested and red, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his thoughts wandered.

In a trance, Seresto seemed to be back to his hometown in Culiacán, with a low shack and a smile on his family's face......

Soon, the back alley of Old Morris's restaurant fell silent again, except for the occasional low roar and chewing and swallowing sound, giving the quiet morning a chilling horror.

Founded in 1831, New York University is one of the largest private universities in the United States and the only university in the United States located in the heart of New York. The main campus is located around Washington Square Park, adding to the splendor of Manhattan.

Li Jie held a thick stack of books in his left hand and a cup of steaming coffee in his right hand, walking through the campus with a heavy heart.

Despite some absent-mindedness, he carefully avoided the pedestrians beside him.

Suddenly, a strong force slammed into him from the right rear, not only slamming him down, but also spilling the coffee in his hand, and suddenly splashing large stains on books and coats, and people nearby also shouted and dodged.

"Oh! Damn it! Li Jie was suddenly in a hurry, and he was so embarrassed that he picked up the books that fell on the ground, and his heart was full of anger.

However, when he looked up and saw the initiator who bumped into him, he still suppressed the next scolding that was almost blurted out.

"Look at it, this isn't our big star Bruce!" I saw a tall, stout white man turn around with a grin, and squeeze his eyes. "I'm really sorry, you know, you Chinese people are too small, I didn't see it at all."

said that he was sorry, but this guy didn't have the slightest apology on his face, but was a little proud, and looked at Li Jie's embarrassed appearance with his arms folded in playfully.

Li Jie secretly spat a little obsessively, and squeezed out a smile on his face: "I'm fine, Peter, just be careful next time." ”

"Of course, of course, I'll pay attention next time." Peter said yes, but his thumb and index finger made a small gesture of insignificance, and the contempt was obvious.

In the face of this provocation, Li Jie still dared to bow his head angrily, sorted out the books in his hands, and forcibly threw the half-spilled coffee into the trash can on the side with the resentment in his heart, but listened to the guy named Peter Russell laughing proudly: "Welcome to New York, man! ”

New York!

Shit!

Is Lao Tzu familiar with you?

Li Jie secretly hated and scolded in his heart, but there was still no squeak on his mouth, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly like a deflated ball when he saw Peter Russell laugh and leave.

In fact, Li Jie is not short, with a height of nearly 1.8 meters, not to mention among Asians, even in the United States, he is not a small person in any way, but he weighs less than 140 pounds and is slightly thin, and he is a little unsightly in front of the other party.

Peter Russell is a typical American big guy, nearly 190 cm tall, more than 190 pounds in weight, can be called burly and strong, I have to admit that this guy is still in great shape, and his sense of strength is even more full. Not to mention that he has an uncle who is a district attorney and has a lot of influence in the judicial system.

Li Jie's evaluation of him in his heart is that every little bit of brain is stuffed with muscles - this is of course an exaggeration and disparagement, and most of the students who are also one of the top law schools in the United States are not far behind, and you can also imagine how deep Li Jie's resentment against this guy is.