To the east of the Bronx is the largest Chinatown in the area, where more than 200 Chinese restaurants have been in business for hundreds of years, and almost every area where Chinese people gather stays awake all night, and every restaurant here is open until the second half of the night.

I have to admit that businessmen who can make a name for themselves in a foreign country are more or less involved in asking for money.

Although the Bronx is now very chaotic, with demonstrators and police officers squagging around, none of the Chinese restaurants are closed, and they even offer takeout services to the protesting crowds and police.

On the streets of protests, you can often see Chinese cooks in white kung fu shirts carrying large bags of lunch boxes, running past the protest crowd and then running to the police.

Most of the police officers don't care about the Chinese at all, because they know that most Asians are very obedient, the crime rate is very low, and they are not good at using firearms, and the probability of causing trouble is very small, so even if they see them just coming from the protest crowd, the police don't care, and they still have time to joke with their colleagues.

In New York, where you can sweat after standing in the sun for 10 minutes, the police officers have opened the trunk of their cars to block the sun overhead, holding lunch boxes in their hands, and some clumsily fiddling with spoons or chopsticks.

"Hey, that kid, yes, that's you, seriously, can't you give me a fork? How the hell am I going to use these two little sticks to get this goddamn noodle up? "A gray-haired, elderly policeman with a square noodle box in his hand was in a hurry.

The young colleague next to him was so happy that he stopped the Chinese young man from coming up and said, "Hey, you can't bring it to him, he's racist, you have to use chopsticks to eat oriental food!" ”

The Chinese young man showed a smirk, waved his hand at the policeman and said, "If it's okay, I'm going to deliver food, Mr. Officer." ”

The two policemen pushed me and made a fuss, and there was no time to deal with him, so the Chinese youth rolled his eyes, walked to his bicycle, picked up another stack of lunch boxes and walked towards another wave of police.

But at this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the opposite side of the alley, led by a red-haired female agent, who pointed a pistol at the Chinese youth and said, "Don't run!" ”

The Chinese young man's eyes were like electricity, and in an instant, the lunch box in his hand was thrown out by him, and two gunshots rang out, and the noodles and rice came in the air.

The Chinese youth should have turned around and ran, but looking at the food scattered on the ground, he showed a distressed gaze, and his steps hesitated, and at this moment, the agents had already caught up.

The Chinese youth rolled over onto the roof of the policeman's car, then slid down the hood and kicked the policeman who was drawing his gun.

Most of the policemen were eating with food boxes, and the accident happened so quickly that most of them didn't react, and the Chinese youth broke through the policemen's blockade in a few moments and ran towards the depths of the alley.

"Catch up with him!" The lead female agent shouted.

The police couldn't help much, but the agents were fast, it was clear that this was a premeditated arrest, this was not the place where the Chinese youth often moved, and he was not as familiar with the terrain as these agents who had stepped on it in advance.

The Chinese youth ran through an alley, he glanced back at the agents who were chasing more and more, his footsteps stopped, he made a sharp brake turn and rushed into another alley, rushed in and turned again, and what appeared in front of him was not another way to live, but a wall, which was a dead end.

Fortunately, the demonstrators threw a pile of discarded propaganda boards here, and the Chinese youth picked up a huge wooden sign, tore off the obstructive paper at the bottom of the sign in three or two clicks, grabbed the wooden pole, and jumped onto the wall of the alley with a flexible leap like a pole vault.

He sneered, grimaced at the agents who were chasing him, and jumped directly to the other end of the alley, but in the next second, a dazzling light flashed, and the Chinese youth saw a complex pattern appear under his feet.

With a "bang", the magic cage lit up, and the red-haired female agent with a wand stepped forward, squinted at the Chinese youth and said, "What are you running?!" ”

The Chinese youth was stunned, he pointed at the wand in amazement, then at himself, then looked around again, and then pointed at the wand again, and was about to spit out a word in his mouth.

The red-haired female agent took out her ID from her pocket, snapped it, and said, "Natasha Romanoff, a special important field agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., is now investigating you on six counts, including illegal use of superpowers, assaulting police, and refusing to cooperate with the investigation, do you have any objections?" ”

"I ......" The Chinese youth was just about to speak, but Natasha interrupted him and said impatiently: "If you hadn't run, we could have sat in the restaurant and talked while eating breakfast, and you are not a criminal, what are you running for?!" ”

The Chinese youth opened his mouth and looked Natasha up and down as if he didn't know her, even though he shouldn't have known her in the first place.

"Don't do that, Natasha, we should be polite to this lad." Another man came out of the corner, it was clear that he was not an agent, he was not wearing a field uniform, just a turtleneck sweater, a pair of glasses, and a rather bookish look.

Bruce Banner pushed his glasses, walked to the side of the magic cage, looked at the Chinese youth and said, "Sorry, kid, we went to your house to find you, just to ask, what happened to the police riot that broke out during the protest on Dorans Avenue in the Bronx on the 6th?" According to the investigation, it seems that you got into a confrontation with the police, and in the end you ran away and your companions were arrested. ”

The Chinese young man was stunned for a moment, and then showed an angry expression, he grabbed the railing and shouted: "The police shot at us and wanted to beat us, why can't I resist?!" ”

After saying that, he began to pound the railing of the magic cage continuously, but Natasha took a step closer and said, "Your companions rebelled against the police with you, but you left them and fled, causing them to go to prison and ruining their future, is this what you want?" ”

"You damned devils! You're going to hell!! ”

With the roar of the Chinese youth, his muscles began to tighten unconsciously, and the longer they grew, the more they grew bigger, the subtle air currents swirled around his body, and his thrashing movements became faster and faster, far exceeding the frequency that ordinary people's muscles could bear.

Both Banner and Natasha took a step back vigilantly, and Banner narrowed his eyes and said, "...... Mutants? ”

"No, it's not an innate talent." The experienced female agent judged: "It's probably an acquired cultivation, just like Matt." ”

"He looks like he's about to get out of hand, do you need me to do it?" Banner stared at the Chinese young man who kept roaring in the cage with a serious face, and he said with some annoyance: "If I knew that it was such an uncontrollable superpower, I shouldn't have come here with you, we should have brought more people." ”

Natasha stretched out a hand and stopped Banner who wanted to get closer, she carefully observed the expression of the Chinese youth, and then boldly stepped forward and said: "Now those companions of yours are still in the charge period, and there is no real conviction, if you break out now, especially the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., you will go to prison with them." ”

"But if you can calm down and explain what the hell is going on, then there's still room for reversal, and I find that you are very distrustful of the police and agents, but I have to tell you that someone is behind all of this in order to use a reckless young man like you to cause a catastrophe." Natasha deliberately slowed down her speech and said to the Chinese youth in American English with a standard accent.

But the Chinese young man looked pained, he kept beating the cage, and said: "Stay away from me, I can't control it, this power doesn't belong to me, I can't ...... it."

The expression on the Chinese youth's face became more and more painful, and Natasha knew that she couldn't delay any longer, she turned to look at Banner and asked, "Are you sure you can knock him unconscious without hurting him?" ”

Banner hesitated, but nodded and said, "Hulk just vented, his anger is at a bottleneck, I can borrow a small part of his power." ”

The female agent moved out of the way, but Banner turned to look at her and said, "You're not going to kill him, are you?" ”

"Of course, at least we need the truth."

Hearing Natasha's assurance, Banner walked to the back of the cage, he reached out and grabbed the young man who was convulsing, and then knocked him unconscious, the agents who were chasing the Chinese youth just now walked behind Natasha, Natasha glanced at Banner and said, "Thank you for believing in S.H.I.E.L.D." ”

"I believe in you."

The hazy halo kept flickering in front of his eyes, and in a trance, it seemed that someone was calling his name, and the air flow in his body was uncontrollably rushing, bringing great pain.

Schiller looked at the Asian young man lying on the hospital bed, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, the young man kept twitching, looking painful, Schiller just wanted to increase the concentration of the tranquilizer, he saw the young man tense his upper body, raised his head, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Schiller, who was sitting next to him, and Natasha, who was standing at the end of the bed, were stunned, and Natasha took the lead in raising her two hands and said, "We definitely didn't beat him, it was Banner who knocked him unconscious, and he controlled his strength and didn't hurt him." ”

Schiller frowned, he noticed that the young man's lips were a little purple and his breathing was not smooth, he hurriedly untied the straps that fixed the young man's arms, helped him up, let his upper body fall forward and lay on the guardrail, and then slapped his back hard.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem."

After a violent cough, the young man spit out a few blood clots with a loud breath, and his breathing was much easier, and he instinctively said while gasping: "Thank you, thank you...... I almost went mad. ”

In Chinese.

"What did he say?" Natasha showed a surprised expression, repeated the Chinese thank you pronunciation, and said: "This seems to be the 'thank you' in Chinese, so what is the latter word?" What devil? ”

Schiller's eyes froze on the Chinese youth's face, he patted the young man's back continuously, and after his breathing rate was restored, he handed him a towel, let him wipe the blood from his mouth, and then handed him a glass of warm water.

Schiller gave Natasha a look, Natasha was stunned for a moment, but still understood Schiller's intentions, so the female agent sank her face and said to Schiller: "Dr. Schiller, I hope you understand that we need him to be in a healthy physical and mental state to be questioned, and this is your job." ”

"Of course, Lady Romanoff, but now that he's my patient, and you're standing here like an interrogator, it's obviously not conducive to his recovery, can you please go out first?"

Natasha glanced coldly at the young man lying on the bed, turned around and walked out the door, Schiller stood up and sent her out, Natasha stared at Schiller's face with unkind eyes before closing the door and said: "Doctor, your excess kindness should be left to those who need them, this guy is just a mob, or a traitor who left his companions and fled, and he does not deserve your sympathy." ”

"Bang!"

The sound of the door being closed and the sound of the fist hammering on the guardrail of the hospital bed sounded at the same time, after the door closed, Schiller sighed softly, walked back to the bedside, looked at the Chinese young man with gentle eyes and said: "Don't be angry, Natasha is already one of the best-tempered agents, if you meet other agents, you may be in the emergency room by now." ”

The Chinese young man opened his mouth, his expression flashed with a hint of anger, he just wanted to say something, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes, he took a deep breath, looked at Schiller and said: "I am not a mob, they are some inhumane law enforcement machines, and I have not left my companions!" ”

"Of course, I believe in you." Schiller turned around, took out the medical record book, opened the cap, looked at the young man's face and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The young man instinctively opened his mouth to answer, but it seemed that the words that came to his lips turned around again, and he was spit out after returning to the furnace and rebuilding it.

Xu ...... Shang-Chi. ”

(End of chapter)