I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 33 The girl in the carton
"Ah, is it snowing?" Selena stretched out her hand, and a little bit of ice landed on the belly of her fingers, which quickly melted into a cool liquid.

She hurriedly quickened her pace, like a pony running on the vast grassland, freely walking through the dark, dark alleys filled with the stench of all kinds of garbage.

If we say that the crisscrossing streets are the blood vessels of a city.

These alleys, then, are the capillaries of Gotham's diseased tissue, where viruses and stinky blood flow.

This is a hotbed of crime.

Every criminal is a mold on the skin, the colonies are densely stacked, and the city is dying.

"Hey, is old Hans here? There's something to eat here, do you want it?" A homeless man wrapped in a thick leather coat curled up beside the trash can at the entrance of the alley.

She is not close, shouting from a distance.

"Kitten?" The old homeless man seemed to wake up from his sleep. After realizing who was coming, he patted the trash can next to him and said, "I'm lucky today, I managed to get half a pizza. Oh, God Ass, eyes, it's actually snowing."

Selena continued to walk inside.

When she was young and unable to survive, she was helped very few times. It was common for her to be bullied by Gotham adults and children, and by street homeless people of the same identity.

Therefore, she is by no means repaying the society with a goddamn grateful heart.

She just never forgot how she felt back then. She was deeply impressed and would never forget two feelings: hunger and despair.

Hunger makes her weak and makes her miserable.

Despair stems from hope, she lay limp on the street countless times, hoping that someone would hand out a loaf of bread, a hot dog.
Worse than starvation is despair turned from hope.

Therefore, Selena does not hesitate to help others to the best of her ability.

In the past six or seven years, she had not received much favor from other homeless people. Now, in the past two years, countless homeless people have accepted her small favors.

Well, it's just a small favor, leftovers, a torn quilt, a piece of old clothes, and a box of cold medicine. She will never communicate with them in depth, and she will never let them see the beautiful knife in her pocket.

If there is excess emotion, she is more willing to cast on stray cats on the street, at least they will never hurt her in turn.

"Hey, I have something to eat, do you want it?"

A narrow alley less than two meters wide is full of old boxes, discarded furniture and other debris.

An open space was cleared under the wall, and a "paper coffin" was stacked with several cardboard boxes.

Selena is as familiar with every alley here as she is familiar with her own palm prints.

She knew that just two days ago, there was no one here.

newcomer?
She guessed in her heart.

She is not surprised.In Gotham, people go bankrupt and lose their jobs every day, new blood joins the homeless army every day, and every day homeless people starve, freeze, murder, or disappear inexplicably.
Just like the human body's digestive circulatory system, it is full of a twisted vitality.

"Hello?" Selena called again after a few steps away.

Still no answer.

She did not leave.

In her years of experience, this type of talent needs help the most.

She picked up a stone and landed on the cardboard box with a thud.

Finally, the cardboard box responded, and a black gun barrel emerged from the gap.

"Gudong." Selena swallowed and explained quickly: "Don't get me wrong, I just have some dinner left, it's a pity to throw it away, there's no other meaning."

"I have exploded the heads of two men. They both said they had leftover food and gave it to me with kindness, but when they approached, they rushed over like a wolf." The man in the box said.

"Ah, you're a girl!" Selena was startled and said strangely: "You should have found out, I'm a girl too."

The other side was silent for a moment, then retracted the barrel of the gun.

"Your throat is a little hoarse, do you have a cold? The weather is really cold these days." Selena hesitated for a moment, but threw the convenience bag in her hand.

"If you don't need it, throw it in the trash."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked out.

"stop!"

When Selena turned around, she found that the barrel was sticking out again.

"What's wrong with you, I'm gone and pointed a gun at me?!" She was a little angry.

"Come here!" said the carton girl.

Selena was helpless and went back to the cardboard box, looking down with her hands on her hips, to see what kind of plane she was doing.

The cardboard box "hut" is made up of two cardboard boxes, one large and one small.

One is a Panasonic color TV box, and the other is a Siemens double-door freezer box.

The TV box was moved two palms wide, and a small white hand stained with some smudges stretched out.

The little hand brought the plastic bag containing the food back to the box. After a rustling, the little hand handed back a cardboard box containing the remaining mushu meat and sashimi.

"You take a bite," said the box girl.

This time, Selena finally understood the other party's intention.

"As a rookie, with such vigilance, you really have potential, and [-]% of you can survive in Gotham." She was half sarcastic and half sincerely praised.

However, after she picked up the carton, she hesitated again. It was cold in winter, and the soup had already formed into a lump, sticking together with the sashimi, which made her stomach feel nauseated.

If Selena was on an empty stomach, she could barely eat it, but now.
"There's still half a loaf of bread in the bag, take it out for me to eat," she said.

The carton girl refused: "Random check, you can't let you choose by yourself."

"You throw it away, and treat it like I haven't been here." Selena was a little irritable.

The carton girl was silent for a moment, and then there was another rustling, a small iron bowl, two slabs of bricks, a few wooden boards, and a newspaper.
The lighter ignited the newspaper, the burning newspaper ignited the veneer, and the burning wood heated the iron bowl on the "brick stove".

Then, she poured the food in the carton into the iron bowl.

"呲呲呲" the soup in the iron bowl was heated, and bursts of aroma came out, Selena was stunned.

Looking at the familiar appearance of the other party, it is obviously not a temporary intention.

"You really are."

Poverty pays attention!
Complaining in her heart, she squatted down and stuck a piece of fish meat into her mouth with a fork.

"Don't worry now?" She didn't want to stay here for a moment, she stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait!" The carton girl called out to her again.

Selena turned back.

Luckily, I didn't take out the gun this time.

"What's the matter?" She stood there, only tilting her head towards the cardboard box.

"What's your name?" the carton girl asked.

"Why are you asking my name?" Selena asked curiously.

"Knowing your name will give you a chance to repay your kindness in the future." The carton girl's tone was serious, not joking.

"You want to repay me, but you say it's a gesture of grace?" Selena became interested. "You are so interesting. While saying that you want to repay, you try to reduce the 'debt'."

"I'm definitely not the kind of poor worm who would starve to death on the street." The cardboard girl said solemnly.

"Huh?" Selena raised her eyebrows and asked her to continue.

The carton girl squatted in the box and chewed food, but her words were clear: "I'm hungry now and need to eat, it's a fact, but I won't starve to death."

"Also, all you gave me were leftovers. If I hadn't seen your teeth are still white, I wouldn't eat them at all, and there's a tooth mark on the bread."

Selena bared her two rows of white teeth, "Are you a little princess before? Now you are in trouble, and soon a knight will take you back to the palace?"

——If I go back to the palace, I will take back my throne instead of throwing myself into the arms of the king’s father.

The carton girl didn't say what she said in her heart, "Don't worry, I believe in Christ, and I will avenge my revenge and repay my kindness. Say your name so that I can find you in the future."

Selena thought the girl was very interesting and said with a smile: "My name is Selena, Selena Kyle, everyone calls me 'kitten', so there is no need to repay.

I feed my kittens and puppies on weekdays, never expecting them to reciprocate, I am just happy to do so. "

"However, I'm curious about you. Don't keep hiding in the box, or do you have an infectious disease?"

The carton girl was silent for a long time.

If you refuse to see people all the time, a fool will be suspicious.

Maybe, this Selena, like those before, couldn't recognize her new look at all?
"It's snowing outside, why don't you come in and sit?" she suggested.

Now it was Selena's turn to hesitate.

Before she delivered meals to the homeless, she wouldn't even get too close.

But soon, she smiled and bent over to squeeze into the box.

——The other party is a girl, can it be possible to knock her down?

"Oh, you can find a place. There is actually a heater faucet here."

The cardboard box that can hold the double-door freezer is almost one meter high, and it is not too narrow after getting in. Unexpectedly, there is a burst of heat.

Then Selena touched a faucet, the kind that looked like a fire hydrant, but inside it was running hot water for heating nearby buildings.

"What's your name?" Selena looked at the other party carefully, but it was dark and she couldn't see anything.

"Selena, you are a good person." The carton girl said hesitantly.

"What do you want to say?" Selena's mind was sharp, and she immediately realized that the other party might want something.

The carton girl had a hoarse voice and said slowly, "I was shot. A bullet was stuck in the shoulder blade and I couldn't get it out by myself."

Selena swallowed her saliva, widened her eyes, and looked at the girl's right hand. There seemed to be metal reflections?
Is it a gun?

Did she take out the gun again?

"You want me to get the bullets for you? If I don't agree, you'll shoot me?" she asked dryly.

The girl in the carton was a little embarrassed. It was so dark in the carton. How did she see the silver face of the afro?
Uh, Selena has dark blond curly hair, fluffy, like a dandelion, fair skin, red cheeks, tender and tender, full of collagen, but a big round face.

Maybe Xue Baochai's "face like a silver plate" is just right for her.

"You think too much. If you need to threaten with a gun, there are so many homeless people on the street, I've already asked them to do it." The cardboard girl remained calm, and the pistol in her right hand was stuffed back into the cushion.

The street "old bird" Selena was actually bluffed and agreed with her words.

"How long have you been shot?" she asked.

"It's been a few days," said the cardboard girl.

"Shit, you've been shot for so long, and you're still alive and kicking without gasping for words?" Selena was stunned.

"Can you help me?" The cardboard girl quietly held the gun handle again.

If Selena dared to refuse, she would actually take out a gun and force her to work.

"You were shot, but you didn't dare to go to the hospital, you're still a girl, you" Selena's eyes widened and she jumped up suddenly. She didn't jump up, her head resting on the cardboard box.

"You're Harley Quinn, smile, queen, Omai! Uh uh."

The silver Colt barrel was stuffed into the mouth of the silver-faced girl, and the shouting stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)