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After finding a place to rest for a night, Stern's condition improved a lot. At least now he could hold things with his hands.

Carl originally planned to go straight to Chinatown early in the morning, but Stern stopped him.

"Are you going to apply for a job with this face? Don't forget that mysterious agent.

Free America is just talk. Surveillance cameras are everywhere. I bet if you show up on the street like this, you will be picked up within 3 hours. "

Karl was startled - what Stern said was true.

He also remembers that there was always one plan going on in the S.H.I.E.L.D. movies: Project Insight.

It is almost an enhanced version of the real-life Prism Project, which monitors everyone in society and can even predict the probability of crime - of course, it is actually the probability of threat to Hydra.

But he really needs to integrate into society now, and he can't rely on Stern's telepathy to avoid surveillance all his life.

Seeing the silent Karl, Stern smiled determinedly: "So, I have a proposal, although it may not be very friendly to you."

After speaking, he took out a lighter from his pocket.

Patta.

The flames float in the wind and look weak, but even the seemingly weak flames can cause severe damage to the human body.

Karl's expression changed: "You..."

"Don't worry, it won't hurt very much. I can use my blood and some superpowers to assist you. You only need to open your eyes and close your eyes and it will be over."

"Your blood? You know very well what consequences that thing will have on people." Karl sneered, "And burns are not a problem that can be solved casually. Maybe I will lose my life!"

In a sense, Stern's blood is similar to Hulk's blood. As long as it flows into the human body, it is bound to cause uncontrollable changes.

Just look at Stern's increasingly larger and greener head, and you will know that in most cases, that thing is not a good thing.

"Whatever you want, but you also know that without my instructions, as long as you take to the streets, you will be finished sooner or later.

And without you working hard outside, in my current state, I probably wouldn’t be able to survive a week on the streets. From this perspective, I won’t harm you.

I can only tell you that I can guarantee that you will not die from burns, and you will be able to go out on the street after resting for a few hours. It is your choice. "

Burn your face off?

I shudder just thinking about it.

Karl was once burned by a boiler while working, and almost half of his forearm was disabled. It is hard to imagine how... terrible it would be to actively burn his own face.

But compared to being captured by SHIELD... or Hydra for human experimentation...

You don’t have to think too much about which one to choose.

Karl gritted his teeth and sat back in front of Stern: "But let's say it first, I don't need your blood."

“Haha, that’s okay, but this way, you can still enjoy half of the pain.

Don't shout too much - you might attract the police. "

Stern lit the lighter, put his other hand on Carl's head, and let out an evil laugh.

"Then let's start."

The flames got closer to his cheeks, and Karl's breathing became heavier, but he knew that if he couldn't pass this level, something more terrifying would be waiting for him.

"bring it on!"

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Stern did not lie to himself.

Perhaps Hulk's blood enhanced his perception and intelligence, and he was actually able to barely burn his facial skin without causing serious consequences!

Stern burned off Carl's left cheek and shoulder. It really looked like the scars left by an accident!

The whole process was quite torturous, and Carl felt that it had not been 10 minutes, but ten years.

His immune system and sensory system were almost out of control due to being burned by the flames, but under the influence of Stern's psychic ability, Carl actually sat there without making a sound.

Two hours later, he can go out on the street - but the scar cannot be exposed to light for the time being, otherwise the severe burning pain will return.

That's what he said, but in fact, even if he was just hiding in the shade, his cheek would still hurt.

This made him look very irritable.

Arriving all the way to the place indicated by Uncle Ben, Karl walked into the job search center.

Should I call it fate or luck? The job is not difficult, just moving things. Due to the financial crisis, there are many people looking for jobs.

But Karl, with his fluent Chinese, blond hair and white skin, got the job without any doubt.

"You're not bad, you actually understand Chinese - originally we were planning to settle for an Asian as the next best option."

The leader was a thin Chinese man with a towel on his shoulder and a cheerful smile.

However, a thin figure does not mean that he is thin. On the contrary, the muscles on this person's body are quite thick.

"I like China very much. I have learned a lot about your language and culture in private...it's really good."

"That's quite rare." The leader smiled, "I'm very optimistic about you, work hard - I'm not saying that it's not easy to do things like this in your country.

If you do a good job, I'll let you work on some stuff later. "

"Well...thank you, I'll work hard."

"That's the best. To be honest, you people really like to cheat and cheat. Although Mr. Li likes to help homeless people, you have to work hard!"

"Mr. Li?"

"Yes, he is our biggest boss here, Martin Li, okay, he's here."

Martin Lee?

Karl only felt that the name was very familiar, so he spent some time and found the relevant information in his mind:

Martin Lee, a financial legend in New York's Chinatown, was a legendary stowaway whose miserable stowaway process made the President of the United States shed tears - of course, to a large extent it was a performance.

The president believed that his immigrant spirit of taking the trouble to come to the United States was worthy of commendation, and awarded him the Medal of Freedom, making him an official American.

After that, he relied on his intelligence to build a financial empire and became one of the richest men in New York.

But these are just appearances - because he also has a name:

Mr. Negative!

In fact, he was originally the smuggler who caused those smuggling tragedies, but he was plotted and used as a human experiment subject. After surviving the disaster, he gained superpowers, but also developed two personalities.

And this kind of person is the boss that Karl needs most now!

He must give up his original identity and become a stowaway!

The leading brother pushed open the door and motioned for Karl to follow, and Karl looked up at the plaque above:

"feast homeless shelter".

That's right, this Martin Lee is Mr. Negative!

Kingpin in Chinatown!