Hell's Kitchen is a chaotic place, it's okay during the day, but at night it can be said that the demons are dancing around. Arguably the largest garbage dump in New York, you can see all kinds of garbage here. Behavioral garbage, personality garbage, non-recyclable garbage...... But even so, there will be some interesting things mixed in, such as Daredevil, and in the case of a group of old and old people...... Of course, there are obviously more bad guys here than good guys. Otherwise, this place would have been called Paradise Hotel...... Even the police did not dare to walk here at night.

Following in the footsteps of Old Stan, McRae and the others came to a sparsely populated bar hidden in a corner, seemingly unattended. Judging by the words on the neon signs, the name of this bar is "Old Stan......

Sitting at the bar counter of the bar, he saw McRae, who was following Stan Sr. with him arriving. Reinhardt, who was at least two meters tall, had thigh-thick arms, a white beard, some scars, and muscles wrapped together and full of surging male hormones, said in surprise: "McCree? Are you still alive? I thought you were already dead in some corner~"

"Of course!" Looking at Reinhardt's look of surprise, McRae smirked his cigar in his mouth, or took his place next to him. Then he knocked on the table and said, "I heard old Stan say that you bet him that I would die or not." Don't think about denying it~"

Hearing McCree's words, Reinhardt on the side pouted his tongue a little unpleasantly, and then pouted with an unhappy face and said, "Got it, I know." One person, one round ......," Reinhardt said with an unhappy look on his face and greeted the bartender. Then he continued to look at McRae: "Now you are still wanted by the military, why did you suddenly come here?" That Immortal Monastery doesn't want you anymore? ”

Hearing this, McRae shook his head. Just as McCree was about to say something, the bartender next to him also walked over with a glass of freshly opened whiskey. After putting down the wine, she did not choose to leave, but put her hands on the bar and looked at McRae with interest.

"I'm curious, too, why are you here all of a sudden?"

Glancing at Brigitta beside him, McRae picked up two ice cubes and took a sip of the whiskey, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm quitting...... The Monastery of the Immortal is not for my kind of ...... Well...... Everyman. With them, I can only be considered an ordinary person......"

Hearing this, Reinhardt on the side touched his chin with interest but didn't say anything.

He didn't dwell on this matter for too long, and after glancing at Banner beside him, Reinhardt shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Who is this little brother?" ”

"The Hulk."

"......" heard McRae's words, and now not only Reinhardt, but even the old Stan and the barmaid on the side stopped wiping the glass and looked at Banner who was doing nothing with curiosity.

I saw Banner's slightly fat little belly and a bookish face. There was a slight surprise on their faces. They had guessed that Banner would be able to maintain his human form on a normal day. But in their guesses, even if it is a human form, it should be as powerful and muscular as Reinhardt. And now, apparently, more than ...... That little belly protrudes through the shirt!

Even so, everyone's eyes didn't look away much. It wasn't quite what they had imagined, but they still wanted to find out what this scruffy guy had in common with the big green guy. Eventually, they found it—at least the face shape was still the same......

Banner looked at them casually. Or maybe he's used to it......

And for the surprise on their faces, McRae didn't rush to the slightest surprise. You know, when he learned about the difference between Banner and Hulk, McCree's expression at the time wasn't much better.

Out of this, they also talked about some hidden things that happened recently. This is beyond the reach of ordinary people...... Don't worry about being known to others, and even Banner can see why it's why. Bars are usually open at night, and in places like Hell's Kitchen, even convenience stores don't dare to open at night, let alone bars that sell alcohol. And now, just being able to operate in Hell's Kitchen is worth caring about......

And more importantly, Banner doesn't think McRae's friends will be ordinary people.

After a casual conversation for a while, after learning what exactly McCree had left the Immortal Abbey. Reinhardt, who was on the side, nodded with a feeling and said, "Indeed...... With your personality, you can't stay in such an organization in peace......"

With that, Reinhardt looked at McRae beside him and continued, "Okay, with all that said, what do you need help with?" ”

Shrugging his shoulders, McRae wasn't upset by Reinhardt's bluntness. After all, this bar is very similar to the Immortal Monastery. It is all for a group of old and young people who cannot integrate into the real society normally and have a place to live.

Some of the members of this bar have glamorous jobs outside. Some people have excellent technology. But they all have one thing in common in this bar, and that is that they don't fit in with the world. Maybe you can't fit into this society, or maybe you always feel that the people around you are too stupid. Thus, this bar was established.

In other words, the purpose of this bar was to find a place for these strange people to relax, or release their nature. In the same way, it is also to give them a place where they can help each other - it has nothing to do with interests, and they can help if they simply want to. You help me once, I don't help you once. If you don't help me, then I don't owe you anything. If you're in a good mood, you might even be invited to drink.

"Go somewhere."

"Where are you going?"

"Nepal."

"Okay, I'll contact my group of buddies tomorrow."

Hearing Reinhardt's answer, McRae nodded and punched him.

"I owe you a personal favor."