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Three days after Tony announced the closure of the weapons production department, Dr. Ethan got on a plane to China. The first stop on his plan to travel around the world will be Tibet, where he hopes to find inner peace.

After Zhang Ming sent him on the plane, they left Tony's villa together.Tony gave him a mobile phone and told Zhang Ming that if anything interesting happened, he would be notified as soon as possible.

"Is it here?"

A dark Rolls-Royce parked in front of Roman's Restaurant. Happy turned to Zhang Ming and said, "Just an ordinary fast food restaurant? If you are hungry, I know a Chinese restaurant. Mapo Tofu tastes great."

Hearing Happy say "Ma Po Tofu" in broken Chinese, Zhang Ming smiled and shook his head and said, "No, that's fine."

"Okay, feel free to do as you like, mind you, this isn't far from Hell's Kitchen."

Zhang Ming asked: "Are you afraid that I can't deal with a few gangsters?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll strike too hard. This is New York, not Afghanistan. You're facing gangsters, not terrorists armed with guns and nuclear bombs," Happy reminded.

As Tony's bodyguard, many of Happy's colleagues are soldiers who have just come off the battlefield. They are often very skilled and have clear combat awareness, but they beat people to death as soon as they strike... This is not a good habit.

Zhang Ming patted Happy on the shoulder and pushed open the car door: "Don't worry, I'm a pacifist."

After watching Happy drive away, Zhang Ming turned around and entered Luo Man's restaurant.

It is now four o'clock in the afternoon, and there are people sitting in the restaurant in twos and threes. There are housewives who have just returned from shopping for groceries and had afternoon tea with their old sisters, children who have just come here to do homework after school, and a few idle men. It is not yet dark. , just nestled on the sofa and drank beer.

Zhang Ming found an empty table and sat down. The beautiful waitress Angela came over. She pushed up her glasses and said, "I remember you, the little guy who left your job and ran away. Looking at you now, you have gone home." ? Or found a stable job?”

"Work." Zhang Ming smiled at this kind-hearted girl, "A cup of coffee, a beef burger, and a vegetable salad. Besides, I'm not a 'little' guy. I'm going to be 20 years old soon."

Zhang Ming took out a hundred dollars and put it on the table.

"That's too much. The total of what you ordered doesn't exceed $10."

"The rest is to thank you. You helped me a lot last time." Zhang Ming said.

Angela put away the one hundred dollars, and took out ninety dollars from her pocket and put it on the table. She said: "The meal is 8 yuan, and 2 yuan is the tip. I received your thank you, and this is enough. Here it is. Just a reminder, don’t expose so much money to the public.”

She glanced at the group of drunkards, and her meaning was clear.

But Angela was still a step late. The group of drunkards noticed the large amount of money in Zhang Ming's hand - one hundred dollars was already a "huge sum" to them - and those pair of eyes were bright. .

Especially after seeing Zhang Ming's Asian identity, the drunkards became even more unscrupulous and pointed at Zhang Ming. Fortunately, Angela kept staring at them at the bar. Under her gaze, they did not dare to act rashly for the time being.

"Here, they don't dare to touch you, but that's not necessarily the case when you go out. I suggest you leave right after eating, or you can wait until night, when they drink until they are unconscious and then leave." When the food was served, Anji Ra whispered a reminder.

Zhang Ming nodded his thanks. He didn't care about their looks. After this operation in Afghanistan, he was no longer the rookie he was before.

Of course, Zhang Ming doesn't want to cause trouble if possible.

He just wanted to have a quiet meal and a cup of coffee to rest.

It is only used for editing more than a dozen times a day. The more you use it, the greater the load on your body. It is completely useless to make videos of a few gangsters without attracting viewers.

However, things often don't happen as expected.

The door of Roman's restaurant was pushed open again, and two people, one black and one white, walked in. The black man was tall and strong, while the white man was fat and bloated.

The two of them happily greeted the drunk friend at the table, and then followed the drunk man's line of sight and saw Zhang Ming sitting by the window.

Fat white man: "..."

Tall black man: "..."

Zhang Ming: "..."

Fate, amazing.

The two people who came in were the "enthusiastic people" in Hell's Kitchen that Zhang Minggang met when he traveled through time.

Zhang Ming and the two of them stared at each other for a long time. It wasn't until the drunk friend on the side reminded them that they reacted and shouted "Xie Te" and "Fake".

Zhang Ming left a deep impression on them. When they saw each other again this time, they couldn't help but feel a dull pain between their legs. After that day, the two of them never touched a woman again, and even the street girls didn't bother to make money from them. money.

The drunken companion asked them what happened, and the fat white man explained clearly in a few words. Old and new hatreds were piled up, and a group of people stood up, their half-drunk bodies swaying, bumping into tables, chairs, and benches. For a while, the restaurant became extremely noisy and scary. There were so many customers that they left their food money and hurried out.

The strong black man was the most excited. He picked up a beer bottle and rushed towards it——

Bang!

The sound of a rifle hitting the bar calmed the strong black man down.

Angela took off her glasses, without her usual gentle look, and shouted at the group of drunkards: "This is a restaurant! Either eat quietly, or get shot!"

She loaded the gun hard, making a scary clicking sound.

A drunk guy wanted to rush over with a stool, but was stopped by his companions.They whispered something, gave up their plans to continue making trouble in the restaurant, threw down dozens of dollars of drink money, and walked out one after another.

Before leaving, the fat white man pointed at his eyes and then at Zhang Ming, making a gesture of cutting his throat.

After they all left, Angela breathed a sigh of relief, put the gun back under the counter, put on her glasses again, her fair face flushed slightly with emotion.

She walked over and said, "They are guarding you outside. Do you have any police friends? If not, you can stay here all night. They are a bunch of impatient bastards and can't wait that long."

"No need." Zhang Ming drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, wiped his mouth and said, "I'm going out for a while. Make me another sandwich. I'll pack it later."

Zhang Ming walked past Angela, and it wasn't until he opened the door and walked out that Angela reacted, ran to the bar, picked up the gun, and called the chef in the back kitchen. The two of them stood by the door to observe the situation outside.

As soon as Zhang Ming left the restaurant, people No. [-] and [-] surrounded him. The fat white man headed by him came over, poked Zhang Ming's chest with his finger and said, "Boy, you're done! I'm telling you, you can't walk out of this street alive today." !”

"Or you can spend some money to buy your life, and we can save one of your legs from being broken." The drunkard on the side said.

They are not fat white men's younger brothers, they are just a group of friends who hang out together and talk unscrupulously.

Before coming out, Zhang Ming originally thought about how to attack people and how to show off. .

The two people in front of him are the biggest danger Zhang Ming has encountered since time travel. On the first night when he came to this world, as long as Zhang Ming was negligent, he would be cut into pieces.

Zhang Ming longs for a hearty revenge.

However, when he walked out and saw them swaying around and smelled the alcohol on their bodies, Zhang Ming suddenly lost interest.

In another country, young people fight each other with guns, maybe just for a bag of food or a box of bullets. From birth to death, there are not many paths to choose from. They have been longing for the most boring thing in their lives - —

normal life.

Comparing this group of gangsters in front of him, Zhang Ming felt a little dull.

"Why don't you speak? Are you scared out of your wits?" The fat white man poked Zhang Ming's body harder with his index finger.

"Hurry up and end it." Zhang Ming said to himself.

He quickly grabbed the fat white man's finger and twisted it with all his strength in the opposite direction of the joint. There was a click and the fat white man's finger was bent to ninety degrees.

The fat white man let out a heart-rending scream!

While breaking the fingers of the fat white man, he pulled out a dagger from under his ribs with his other hand, held it in his backhand, and stabbed it into the thigh of a drunkard.

The nearly twenty centimeter long dagger completely penetrated into the muscle, and the tip leaked out from the other side of the thigh, bleeding bright red blood.

Zhang Ming's movements were smooth and coherent. It wasn't until the drunkard who was stabbed in the thigh by the knife screamed that the remaining few people reacted and took out the knives they carried with them. Those without weapons clenched their fists and shouted: He screamed and rushed forward.

The strong black man rushed the fastest by virtue of his physical advantage. He didn't use weapons. He raised his fist as big as a bowl and just said hello to Zhang Ming's face!

After these few days of accumulation, Zhang Ming had three fans and twelve barrages. But facing five or six gangsters, there was no need for him to use barrages.

Zhang Ming first pulled out another swing stick from under his ribs on the other side, swung it left and right to force away the encirclement, took a few steps back, calculated the distance, and started editing to rewind the time to when he just stabbed the knife into the drunk man's leg. .

In the eyes of several gangsters, Zhang Ming had just inserted the knife into his companion's leg and ducked behind the other companion like a ghost. Before they could remind him, a stick was swung round, and there was a muffled sound all over the companion. He fell straight down.

Then, the second, third...

"Ghost!"

When there were only two people left, one of them finally collapsed. He was so frightened that he woke up from drinking. He wanted to run, but was kicked back by Zhang Ming.

The fat white man was screaming on the ground, and his companion, the strong black man, was now lying on the ground, with a huge bulge on the back of his bare head.

"Leave us alone, we'll never dare again."

Zhang Ming didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, so he stretched out his hand.

"Huh?" The fat white man thought this action looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it under the stimulation of pain.

"Pay the money."

"Oh, yes, money!" He rummaged through his body, took out a few coins, and rummaged over his unconscious companion. Soon there were coins all over the floor, five and ten dollar bills, and three pistols. , and two bags of white powder.

Zhang Ming put away the gun and money without missing a single coin, and poured the white powder on the ground. In the regretful eyes of the fat white man, he watched them disappear in the wind, and then waved his hand to tell them to get out.

Back in the restaurant, Angela and the chef stared at Zhang Ming curiously.

"Are you Chinese? Chinese Kung Fu?" Angela asked excitedly, with little stars seeming to twinkle in her blue eyes.

Because of the angle, she didn't see the whole thing. She could only hear screams belonging to different people.

"That's right." Zhang Ming glanced at the few people who were escaping in a hurry, "I hope it won't cause trouble to your restaurant."

"What kind of trouble can they bring? They are just a few low-level gangsters from Hell's Kitchen." The uncle chef said disdainfully.

"That would be the best."

Zhang Ming took the paper bag handed over by Angela, which contained a sandwich and hot dog. He took out ten dollars and put it on the table and left Roman's restaurant.

Most of the plots in the Marvel Cinematic Universe take place in New York, so Zhang Ming’s long-term settlement in the future must be this bustling metropolis.

Considering the possible disaster in the future, Zhang Ming did not consider purchasing real estate. During the day, on Hapi's recommendation, he rented a comfortable single apartment.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Zhang Ming restrained himself from staying up late and turned off the lights early and went to bed. At the moment when the lights in his room dimmed, in the building opposite, Obadiah's bodyguard captain, Andy, slowly put down his Got the telescope.

"The target is about to go to sleep. In two hours, action will begin."

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