Chapter 33 Harlem

It seems that I took it for granted.

The legend given by Frank was even less than Li Ran expected.

This made Li Ran realize that even if they are the same superheroes, different heroes can bring different levels of legend. There may be differences in the influence of the heroes' social status, but Li Ran feels that it has more to do with the superhero's own personality.

After all, contrast with Tony, who has not yet suffered setbacks and transformed into a real Iron Man.

Frank, the "Punisher" who is a retired captain in the US military and has encountered drastic changes, has made him no longer easily shaken, both in terms of his character and experience.

The word "heartbroken" may not be accurate, but it can be used to describe Frank's inner world at this time.

A person who is full of thoughts of revenge and has long forgotten life and death is not prone to big psychological fluctuations, and naturally cannot bring too much legend to Li Ran.

Simply speaking, the failure of one plan did not dampen Li Ran's confidence too much.

What's more, compared with the past in the early days of the system, when he worked from dawn to dusk and performed fierce operations, but only had one or two legendary tragic results, Frank's benefits from this meeting, even if they were not as expected, were at least much better than in the past.

Be normal and don't be too ambitious. After all, there are only a few big dogs like Tony Stark.

After comforting himself for a while, Li Ran immediately turned his attention to the next target.

In my hand, the third page of the future famous "Black Bug" Daily Bugle is reporting a new story about Harlem in Manhattan. The report says that several gang members claim to have seen the end of the black version. Otherwise, the opponent is invulnerable and also wears no clothes.

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Manhattan, Harlem.

New York's famous slums are also the largest black gathering area in the United States. In recent years, the influx of Mexican Latino immigrants has intensified the internal conflicts in Harlem. At the same time, racial conflicts, gang wars, drugs, Crime and poverty problems continue to plague this area.

"Hey, the yellow-skinned dwarf in front of you, this is not the place for you to come!"

Near the Harlem River, a few black men wandering around noticed a figure wearing a red undershirt passing by at the opposite intersection, and immediately taunted him.

The figure stopped, looked at the idle black people gathering in twos and threes not far away, and asked: "Are you talking to me?"

"It's not you. Are there other yellow-skinned dwarfs here?" Faced with the question, a thin black man grinned, showing his huge teeth, made a provocative gesture full of discriminatory gestures, and replied with a smile. road.

"Haha~"

In response, the black companions surrounding him all laughed in unison.

"As long as I'm not mistaken." Seeing this, the figure shrugged, then shook his head and walked towards them.

"What, do you want to communicate with us in depth?" Looking at the approaching figures in front of them, the black people not only did not show any worry, but became more and more aggressive.

"Hey, little dwarf, if you don't want to get hurt, just get out of here." Among the black men, a bald man with a bare upper body and a body of black and shiny muscles stood up and blocked the figure's path: "Otherwise, next, But it can’t end in just a few words.”

"Come on, Martin, don't spoil the fun, things are just starting to get interesting, we haven't had enough yet~"

"It's just, Martin, can't you just stop doing this?"

Seeing this scene, several people standing behind the black bald Martin sighed in disappointment.

"Don't waste time, we'll go to the Rattlesnake later..."

He turned to his accomplice behind him and confessed that it was not because of his kindness that he stopped him, but simply because he did not want to waste time.

"So, kid, you're lucky..."

Looking back, Martin looked at the figure that was just out of reach of his chest. He opened his mouth and before he could say anything else, he felt a huge force coming from his chest, and his whole body flew up.

"Martin!"

"F***K!"

Martin, as the person involved, may not have reacted to the whole situation, but standing behind him, several black accomplices could clearly see the entire development process.

They clearly saw that the yellow-skinned dwarf, who was standing opposite Martin and was being laughed at by several people, just raised his feet slightly. Martin, who weighed more than two hundred pounds, flew up like a light balloon.

boom--

With a heavy sound of landing, the remaining black men seemed to come to their senses. They turned to look at Martin who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood. They quickly took out a knife and a pistol from their pockets and pointed them at the man in the red sweatshirt in front of them.

Facing the threat in front of him, the man's face showed no change in color.

Bang bang!

ah--

Immediately afterwards, after a brief burst of shooting followed by the sound of fists and kicks, several black people who had originally been arrogant seemed to fall to the ground.

Only the thin black man who had spoken provocatively before stood there, looking at all the fallen and wailing companions around him. He swallowed his saliva and threatened: "Don't come over... We are the subordinates of the Rattlesnake. Go and find out. In the whole world, No one in Harlem would dare not give the Rattlesnake face..."

"Do you have any money with you?" The man in the red sweatshirt suddenly asked, interrupting the other party's threat.

"Yes, yes!"

Although he didn't know why the other party suddenly asked this question, he nodded quickly and took out the money from his pocket.

"Only twenty-two-five dollars."

After handing the only cash he had on him into the hands of the man in the red sweatshirt, and watching the other man put it into his pocket majestically, the black man couldn't help but blurt out: "Do you think this is robbery?" In the past, it was always them. Relying on the name Rattlesnake, he robbed others unscrupulously. This was the first time that someone dared to rob them, and beat them so badly.

"Forget it," he nodded and admitted without hesitation. The man in the red sweatshirt glanced at the people lying around, and then at the thin black man in front of him: "Remember, don't insult anyone casually in the future."

After casually educating a few people, the man in the red sweatshirt turned around and left in the direction he had gone.

As the man left, Martin, who was lying on the ground, struggled to get up.

"Martin, are you okay?" Noticing the movement behind him, the thin black man quickly turned around and struggled to help Martin up on the ground.

"Call and tell the rattlesnakes we're being attacked."

Reluctantly standing up from the ground, Martin felt the sharp pain in his chest. He looked at the direction in which the man was leaving, gritted his teeth and said to his accomplice who was supporting him.