Marvel turns into Iron Man

In every city in the United States, the gathering places where black people live have always been called black neighborhoods.

Because most blacks are low-income poor, they do not need to pay taxes.

The result of not paying taxes is that the entire region will not have the federal police as administrators.

Dirty and chaotic are often synonymous with this area——

Even the streets of big cities like New York or Los Angeles are the same.

It's just that the black neighborhoods in big cities are at least much safer than those in some small places.

At least you won't get mugged for passing by, or beaten up in the street.

Eric Stevens was one such person who grew up in a black neighborhood.

However, compared with most blacks who grew up in slums, his family is relatively good.

Although this entire black neighborhood is also a gathering place for black people, it is populated by some middle class people.

Because of this, the environment here is much more stable than other places.

Since [-], Oakland has focused on cracking down on evil forces.

Maybe they still can't stop the shootouts that take place in the streets every day.

But at least, the crime rate in this city is going down.

It is precisely because of this reason that Eric's life is not too bad.

But he didn't want to spend his whole life in a black neighborhood.

Although his father had long since disappeared, he relied on his own ingenuity.

There are also things like the property left by my father, and I have been admitted to a first-class university.

Annapolis Military Academy - also known as the United States Naval Academy.

Eric intended to be a soldier, so he went to the Military Academy.

Graduation came quickly, and to advance in the military, Eric needed a higher academic foundation.

So he sent himself to MIT through the Department of Defense's officer training program.

In that world-renowned academic research institute, he completed his master's studies.

The status of a master officer allowed him to be directly assigned to the SEALs in the best special forces of the US military.

After several years of training, his first mission was to follow the fleet to Afghanistan.

The SEALs will always be the trump card of the US military to implement local wars and respond to emergencies.

There, he killed many people so that he could survive.

Many, many people - those people even gave him the title of "Hunter".

Eric just wants to survive, even as a sharp knife in the US military.

Soon, he was discovered by the military high-level to a new team.

There, there are many people like him——[Joint Special Operations Ghost Team]

In the end, Eric went from being an ace of the Special Forces to a...

It has become the ghost of the US government to assassinate the political views and important targets of other countries and subvert the rule.

A person like him is very dangerous, when he filed an application for retirement with the US government.

Even if he returned to the land of the United States, he knew that the rest of his life would inevitably be different.

I am afraid that the rest of my life will never be peaceful again.

Eric could understand the reason why the state placed security agents beside him to monitor him.

But he really just wanted to take a good rest.

"Old Bob, get me another drink."

Eric sat on the bar counter of the bar and pushed the glass in front of him to the boss.

"Stinky boy, you are already drunk, I dare not let you have fun here."

The boss is an old black man with sharp eyes like a falcon.

As for why he dared to open a bar in a chaotic black neighborhood, the scar on the old man's face must tell you something.

Old Bob watched Eric grow up, and he also knew how powerful Eric was.

Although the kid didn't choose to join the black gang.

But he knew very well that everyone in the bar might not be able to do anything to him if they went up together.

For the safety of other people in the bar, the old man still advised Eric not to drink too much.

"One last drink, I'll go home after drinking."

Eric was actually kind to this old man who had taken care of him for a long time.

His father had disappeared when he was young, if it wasn't for the help of the old man next door.

He might have already become one of the gang members hanging out outside.

The old man's bar has been here since he was a child, so the situation is naturally very familiar.

So he didn't intend to embarrass the old man, but left after drinking the last drink.

"This is what you said, the last glass."

"It's almost midnight, go back quickly, I'm afraid something will happen again."

Old Bob looked at Eric's face and sighed softly, and poured him another glass of beer.

"Sure, then I'll help you get rid of all these people before I leave."

Eric drank the glass of beer in one gulp, and showed his white teeth to the old man.

"Fuck, don't make trouble for me."

Looking at the chaos in his bar, the old man didn't have much thought.

Black people like Zadun'er, and I have my own reasons for being able to open a bar in this kind of place for so many years.

This group of idle black people who have nothing to do usually fight and swear in the street.

After so many years, there are really few who dare to provoke Old Bob.

What's more, these little guys are the children that old Bob watched grow up.

Although it's okay to idle a little more, but no one will really do anything to the old man.

On the contrary, if someone dares to pick something in the bar, the regular customers of these bars will come forward.

Hitting a soft nail at the old man, Eric didn't say anything.

He just smiled and touched the tip of his nose, then pushed the cup to Old Bob.

Eric's life since retiring from the Specters has been uneventful.

Although he was often watched by NSA agents, Eric never wanted to cause trouble outside.

Basically, in the past few days since returning to China, I have come to Old Bob's for a drink or two every day.

And never too much to drink and get home right before midnight.

But just as he was about to leave the bar and go home, the door of the bar creaked softly.

Eric got up from his chair at the bar and fastened the buttons on his chest.

He was about to turn around and walk home, but found that the originally noisy environment of the bar slowly quieted down.

Something didn't seem quite right—rarely did it happen.

He was just about to turn around to see who it was that made trouble in the bar.

I saw a few green Franklins being thrown on the bar counter of the bar.

"Have a whiskey and ask for the best."

"By the way, I'll pay for this man's drink."

Before Eric could turn his head, he felt someone pat on the shoulder.

And beside him, there was a burst of fragrance.

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