May is a wonderful time in New York.

The average daytime temperature is 20°C, and there are no biting winds, no scorching sun, no torrential rain.

Under the bright sunshine, New York brings its best side to the people.

This month, New York will host a variety of events, such as a jazz festival in Harlem, a "Shakespeare in the Park" in Central Park, and an international food festival on Ninth Avenue in Manhattan...

Today, the New York Bike Walk is taking place.

More than 30,000 cyclists from around the globe, both professional and non-professional, will take part in a 40-mile bike tour that spans the five boroughs of New York City.

Over the course of a day, many roads and bridges will be cleared so that bicycles can run on the road.

In order to expedite the development of Hell's Kitchen, the New York City government has planned a small section of Hell's Kitchen that is safer.

This includes West 32nd Street.

The streets are already crowded with citizens and tourists, many wearing T-shirts and sunglasses. While eating ice cream, they cheered for the riders who roared through the streets.

Matt. Murdoch walked the streets with a blind cane, but in the midst of the joyous crowd he looked sad.

He's always had a sense of urgency lately, Wilson. Fisk has not been seen since he escaped from prison, and several attempts to find him have been in vain.

Matt had a vague sense that Fisk hadn't left, perhaps hiding somewhere in the sprawling city, secretly weaving a larger criminal network.

Plus the Hulk incident that shook New York some time ago.

I don't know how long this calm in New York will last...

He decided to go to Li Mo to discuss countermeasures.

As for why not just call?

Because he found that Li Mo had become the kind of person who turned on the phone when there was something and turned it off when there was nothing.

It didn't take long for Matt to arrive at the door of Lee's handicraft shop.

The small shop is unusually overcrowded, most of them are dressed as tourists, each holding a Chinese-style folding fan.

Little Lucas was excitedly cashier behind the counter.

Matt was embarrassed to bother.

Finally sent away this wave of guests, Matt immediately stepped forward and asked, "Little Lucas, is Lee here?" ”

"The boss is gone." Lucas Jr. replied.

"Have you gone out for a walk, when will you be back?"

"No, the boss car trip went."

"Where are you going, and how long are you going?"

"He plans to drive across the United States, and the time is uncertain, and he just said that he will contact me if he has something."

"He's just leaving New York behind?" Matt was a little anxious.

"It's enough for the small shop to have me." Little Lucas said expressionlessly.

"I'm not talking about that."

"I know what you're going to say, what I'm trying to say is—" little Lucas rolled his eyes,

"The boss is not the king of New York!"

……

Queens.

There's an annual Queens Food Festival going on, and all the famous restaurants are setting up their stalls on the streets.

Li Mo was standing in front of a French restaurant stall, holding a bright and delicious macaron and taking a careful bite under the gaze of a chef in a white top hat.

Delicious sweets are the original sin...

Li Mo chewed intoxicatedly, and the sweetness mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants slowly soaked into his whole body and mind, bringing a feeling of happiness.

Li Mo shook his head in admiration and gave a thumbs up to Chef Shu, "Sete Dilik Show!" (French: This stuff is delicious!) ）”

Does Li Mo know French?

Well, he's only going to say two things: this thing is delicious, and this thing eats like.

Pre-dinner dessert, I give 90 points!

Li Mo nodded, silently scored in his heart, and turned to look at the stalls on both sides of the street.

The smell of the Mexican chicken wrap next to it has wafted in. On the other side of the stall, a chef is carefully slicing a Spanish ham...

The entire street is filled with people who are immersed in all kinds of food.

This TM is the world that needs to be conquered!

Li Mo was about to leave ambitiously, when he was suddenly stopped by the French chef.

The tall and fat chef winked mischievously at Li Mo, and brought out another cup from below, which was a smooth and tender yellow pudding, sprinkled with gold leaf.

The pudding glows seductively in the warm sun.

Li Mo turned his head to look at the stall that couldn't see the end, stared at the pudding with drooling for a while, looked at the price, and nodded at the chef sadly...

Time always flies,

Because the stomach has a limit,

Li Mo walked out of the crowd, turned his head to look at this happy street reluctantly, and after comforting himself with a good thing that could not be taken over, he turned around and left here.

…

Coming out of the parking lot, Li Mo drove his blue Ford Mustang to an old apartment building in Astoria.

The old buildings here are noticeably different from Hell's Kitchen, well maintained, cleaner and with a lot of modern amenities.

After Li Mo entered the door, he walked through the bright corridor to the second floor.

It has been converted into a small office building that is chosen by small companies and organizations that can't afford to rent a large office space.

After looking at the sign, Li Mo pushed open the door and walked into an office. The office is simply furnished, and the surrounding walls are covered with various posters.

A bearded white man in a short plaid shirt is sitting at his desk answering the phone.

While holding the earpiece between his ears and shoulders, he jotted things in his notebook, and motioned to Li Mo to wait with his eyes.

Li Mo pursed his lips, picked up a brochure and read it.

After the man answered the phone, he immediately walked towards Li Mo and stretched out his right hand, "Hello, you are Mr. Wang, my name is Barry, welcome to the Route 66 League." ”

"You can call me Lao Wang, haven't the others come yet?" Li Mo shook his hand and said.

"They called, and they'll be here in a moment." Barry looked at his watch and said, then turned around and poured Li Mo a cup of coffee.

"Mr. Wang, how much do you know about Route 66?" Barry asked, sipping his coffee.

"Actually, it's not much, but someone recommended it to me as the best option for car travel." Li Mo shrugged his shoulders and said.

"This is indeed the best choice!" Barry's emotions were a little emotional, "Have you seen 'The Grapes of Wrath'?" ”

"What's that, movie?" Li Mo looked confused.

Barry's eyes were full of passion, "John Steinbeck described this path as the mother of Americans, the road to fly. Hemingway wrote "The Old Man and the Sea" in a small café on the side of the road, Herman wrote "Citizen Kane" in a motel on the road, and Clark wrote "The Old Man and the Sea" in a motel on this roadside. Gable pans for gold through here, Clint. Eastwood draws his gun here, Forrest Gump runs here..."

Li Mo's head hurt a little, and he quickly interrupted Barry's words, "Okay, okay, I know, this is indeed a good route." The main thing to find you is to get together a few buddies on the road, you know, the route is too long and it is really boring to be alone. ”

"Okay." Barry, who was interrupted from his passionate speech, was a little depressed, "I'll check in, do you plan to go through the whole journey, or just choose a section." ”

Li Mo smiled, "I plan to walk the whole way, from New York to Las Vegas, across the United States."

"All the way west!"