Hell's Kitchen, officially known as Clinton, also commonly known as West Midtown, is an area on the west coast of Manhattan Island in New York City, United States, roughly a rectangular area bounded by 59th Street and 34th Street in the north and south, 8th Avenue in the east, and the Hudson River in the west.

As the crime center of New York, the crime capital of the Marvel Universe, the Hell's Kitchen area ranks first in the country in terms of crime rate, and has thrown off the second place by a large margin.

According to an unknown person, there is an average of one crime every five seconds.

Addicts and pimps are everywhere, the Hand and the Golden Formation are looming, and even some of the slimy, cold-blooded animal worship groups that shout every day to cut off one head and grow two more heads will also carry out some illegal activities here.

After each turf battle, the next day there would be more than a dozen nameless bodies in the Hudson River.

Human life is the least valuable thing here.

It is hard to imagine that in Manhattan, a place where every inch of land is valuable, such a 'spectacle' can exist for a long time, which can be regarded as realistic magicalism.

Maybe this is the beacon of the world.

In an alley of Hell's Kitchen, a white woman in a short yellow skirt and carrying a small dark green cross-bag walks alone.

Her pace was much faster than usual, goosebumps protruding from her skin, and the uneasiness on her face could not be concealed.

Heidi is well aware of how dangerous it can be for a woman to walk alone in Hell's Kitchen at night.

But she had no choice, the restaurant business was booming today, and she couldn't be busy, so she didn't dare to ask for leave on time in order not to be deducted from her salary and fired by the miser boss.

After all, she is a single mom with two children to raise, and this job is very important to her, and there is no room for failure.

Thinking of her pair of high-achieving children, Heidi's expression finally relaxed a little.

Suddenly, two Nigo, dressed in black hoodies, burst out of the side path, one behind the other, holding a steel dagger, blocking Heidi's way to and from the road.

"Cousin, give us the bag in your hand!"

'God bless me! ’

As a Hell's Kitchen native, Heidi knew that she was going to be attacked the moment she was surrounded, and quickly raised her hands to express her unrighteous resistance: "Take it away, don't hurt me!" ”

Hearing Heidi's words, the tall Nigo behind her was not polite, and ripped off the small dark green satchel, and then carefully rummaged through the belongings inside.

“he，tui……”

After taking all the valuable things, Nigo threw his small satchel on the ground in anger, stepped on it hard, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on it, cursing: "It's only twenty-eight beautiful dollars, what a poor ghost." ”

Hearing this news, the short man Nigo in front of Heidi also felt unlucky, thinking that after doing this vote, he would have the money to have fun in the past two days, but he didn't expect this guy to be poorer than them.

Taking advantage of the night, I carefully looked at Heidi from the bottom to the bottom.

95/67/102

The short Nigo swallowed with difficulty, his eyes lit up, his breath stagnated, and he showed a hungry wolf-like expression, glancing at his accomplices behind him.

Receiving a hint from the short Nigo, the tall Nigo nodded, put the dollar in his pocket, and then, suddenly, took two steps, grabbed Heidi's hands violently, and twisted them behind his back.

Seeing this, the short Nigo showed a lewd smile, put away the dagger in his hand, took out a stack of scotch tape from his pocket, and walked slowly towards Heidi.

"Don't, no~ help! Who's going to save me! ”

The moment she was caught, Heidi knew something was wrong and began to cry out for help.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for the short Nigo to seal his lips with duct tape, and he could only let out a 'woo' shout.

"Cousin, you'd better serve our brothers, or everyone will see your fruit in Hudson tomorrow!"

After dragging Heidi down the dark path, the two Nigos eagerly began to join hands in unison, not forgetting to threaten them with words.

Hearing the threat of the short Nigo, Heidi's flushed little face instantly turned pale, and the thought of her two children waiting at home, the resistance gradually weakened.

"Toot-toot-toot-to......ot-to

Just as the two Nigos unbuckled their belts and prepared to do something indescribable, a rhythmic music suddenly sounded in the night sky.

"Wout Japfark! What idiot music is put so loud? ”

Interrupted by the sudden eerie music, the short Nigo was furious and looked around angrily, trying to find out the source of the sound.

'Ding-'

'Ho... Ho...'

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the short Nigo turned his head in a daze, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

His companion was clutching his bleeding throat and fell to the ground, gasping for air with a triangular dart stuck in his side.

He didn't even have time to put on his pants, so Nige hurriedly took out a dagger from his pocket, looked around in horror, and said in a fierce voice: "Who is it?" I warn you, we're Kim Boss's men! ”

"Pearson Webster, born on April 22, 1986 in Brooklyn, New York, has been arrested 13 times for theft, robbed 4 times, suspected to be related to two murders, and now works for the Clinton Area Leopard Gang, and has no explicit connection with King and his forces."

Taking advantage of the reshuffle of the underground forces after the Battle of New York, Jin He has completed the unification of the underworld forces in New York, and now he is a gangster who can be said to be Jin Ji's subordinate.

A figure in a black mecha emerged from behind Nigo, recounting his crimes in a low, hoarse voice.

Someone broke his own details in one mouth, Webster turned his body tremblingly, saw this armor full of science fiction atmosphere, and said uncertainly: "Steel... Man? ”

Looking at the retreating Nigo, an ugly smile appeared on the armor's mask: "No, be bold, it's not just Tony Stark who can make this kind of thing." ”

"Is it an alien?"

In the brains of low-level gangsters like Webster, in addition to Tony Stark, there are only aliens in various blockbusters who can have this kind of high-tech.

'Poof-'

"You know too much."

A dart slashed through Webster's neck, sending him in the footsteps of his companion.

Straddling over the corpses of the two, the triangular darts on the ground turned into a puddle of liquid, automatically crawling back to the soles of the armor's feet, merging into one.

"Uh-mm-hmm-"

Looking at the approaching black 'demon', Heidi's eyes widened in horror, and her legs and hips squirmed backwards in unison.

The fingers of his right hand conjured a knife, cutting the tape that bound Heidi's hands, and the black armor got up to leave.

Seeing that the black 'demon' not only did not hurt herself, but saved herself, Heidi quickly tore off the tape from her mouth and plucked up the courage to ask, "Excuse me, who are you?" ”

The black figure made no reply, and drifted away.

After a short silence, Heidi ignored the high heels that fell to the ground, ran two steps, and said loudly: "Thank you!!" ”

The black armor paused, nodded sideways, and melted into the darkness.