Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 808 Hell's Kitchen
Wrapped in a blanket that was so dirty that it was obvious that the cleaning process was very relaxing, Matt moved slowly in the dark alley, just like the homeless people he saw everywhere.

Even the gangsters didn't want to pay attention to him because they couldn't get any money out of him except for filling puffs. Moreover, they were discussing heatedly whether Tony Stark, the biggest playboy in New York, would be kidnapped by those brutal robbers and whether a hole would be made in his body and something electrified would be stuffed into his body. They were discussing with great interest and occasionally added some waist and hip twisting movements as if they were holding the waist of a playboy in their hands.

Moving deeper into the alley and curling up between a trash can and a pipe, Matt opened his eyes that were burning with the flames of hell. However, the sin that was everywhere here soon made him close his eyes in pain. His claws, which had become sharp without him knowing when, clenched tightly, and did not let go even when they pierced deeply into his palms, trying his best to suppress the urge in his heart.

Sinful souls are the devil's favorite food, and this is an unbearable temptation for Matt.

The beast died, but not completely dead, because its clone was still alive in Matt's body, controlling him to do many evil things. Whenever he thought of these, his heart was tormented.

If he had not met a group of people who claimed to be magicians but were proficient in fists and weapons not long ago and injured the beast's clone, allowing his soul to break free from imprisonment, he would probably still be sinking in the hell created for him by the beast.

With the help of Erica, Matt escaped alive and instinctively came to Hell's Kitchen in a daze. Only then did he understand why he came here.

The beast's body was sealed away by Schubert, and its tendons were pulled out and its skin was peeled off to be decomposed into materials, but the fragments that transformed Hell's Kitchen into a domain did not disappear, but were integrated into the New York geomagnetic veins.

Any demon who can absorb these fragments of the realm can inherit part of the beast's territory and authority.

Even if it is incomplete, it is still a huge temptation, especially for the beast's incarnation.

However, the beast's clone was almost frightened by what happened to the original beast, so it dared not get close.

Coincidentally, when the Beast's clone was fighting with Matt for control of the body, his body instinctively returned to Hell's Kitchen.

At this time, the beast's clone did not dare to fight for control of the body, for fear of revealing its tracks and attracting the boss who sealed the original body, who would kill it.

Without the pressure of the beast clones competing for his body, Matt could finally breathe a sigh of relief and have time to think about the future.

He didn't dare to leave Hell's Kitchen at all now. Fighting for control of the body with the beast's clone along the way had exhausted him. Once he left, he would most likely be controlled by the beast again. But if he stayed here, the beast might use him to absorb the fragments of his domain, which would surely be another catastrophe.

As for why he didn't leave the matter to the big guys to deal with, but had to take it on himself, it can only be said that superheroes like Matt always have a mysterious self-confidence or stubbornness. They always believe that only they can save the world, and others will only mess things up. For example, Nick Fury is such a terminally ill patient.

Just when Matt was worrying about how to avoid a catastrophe, a few people suddenly appeared in front of him. Judging from the harmonious smiles on their faces, the bulges that almost hit his face, and the donuts in one hand and butter in the other, they were obviously kind-hearted people who couldn't bear to see others suffer, and were ready to feed them eggs.

"Just turn your back to us. No, the front is also fine. Afterwards, the donut will be yours." The leader saw Matt's handsome face and nodded with satisfaction. He no longer felt sorry for the donuts and margarine in his hands.

“I don’t eat donuts.”

Matt's keen senses allowed him to smell the fermentation of feces, urine and various secretions without even looking up. The smell was so strong that it went from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, so he stood up happily, used a quick and sharp technique to successfully coax the other person to sleep, and then squatted down to search.

He is penniless now, and unless he plans to beg, he can only rely on the gifts brought by nature.

However, the other party did not have US dollars in his pocket, but something similar to game coins. No one knew what material it was made of. It was shaped like a gear with a protruding human skull in the middle. In fact, this was the gear coin issued by the Gear Church. Because it controlled starch sticks, circulating water, exoskeletons, battery packs and other resources, it quickly replaced the US dollars that were almost like waste paper in the quarantine area, and this continued to deepen the influence of the Gear Church on the quarantine area.

He didn't understand what it was, but Matt thought about it and put it away.

In addition, there were a few energy bar-like things and three bottles of water.

Matt had been in a daze and was already starving. He tore open the package, took a bite, and almost doubted his life.

Even if it is a stone, if you put it in your mouth and suck it, it will have some taste, but this thing seems to be a taste black hole, and it is strange that I can't taste anything.

It wasn't that it was unpalatable, it was simply tasteless. However, it made him feel full and satisfied the body's needs, so he gritted his teeth and nibbled one, then unscrewed the bottle and drank some water.

A pool of overnight urine, filtered through eighteen layers of socks and vests, and then distilled, is the taste of Matt's mouth.

Matt, with mixed feelings and a subtle expression, left here wrapped in a blanket.

His adherence to the moral bottom line made him just plunder the victim and not further break the victim's tools. This was already the greatest mercy.

Matt walked out of the alley, no longer in a daze, and had the energy to observe the Hell's Kitchen, where no trace of his familiarity could be found.

There are gang members in groups of three or five everywhere, and their styles are very exaggerated. Leather jackets with spikes and thick-soled leather boots are standard, and seven or eight kilograms of iron chains are just decorations. Weird hairstyles and weird makeup have become important signs of identity, because even after knowing each other for a few months, you may not know what the other person looks like without makeup.

The weapons in his hands were even more varied, including cold weapons, hot weapons, and some things he couldn't understand, such as brain-computer exoskeletons.

The brain-machine exoskeleton, which was originally used as a tool, was modified by the gang members. The power output was increased, spikes and other miscellaneous things were welded on to increase the lethality, a small amount of metal plates were added as armor, and most importantly, it was sprayed with all kinds of cool colors and patterns.

Matt originally thought that these gang members gathered on the streets would bring disorder and chaos, but what he didn't expect was that they were actually maintaining order?
Not to mention fighting, they even care about people urinating and defecating anywhere, and their methods are very efficient. They kick the person down and make him lick it clean with his tongue. If anyone leaks any soup, their legs will be broken.

Although this seemingly ridiculous order is limited to the streets, it still replaces the duties of the police, which makes Matt difficult to understand and shocked.

It turns out that this is indeed effective, because order means that production can proceed with peace of mind.

Hell's Kitchen, which was supposed to be a ruin, has not only had the broken road surface been filled and hardened, but also ugly but sturdy low buildings have been built on both sides of the road, where some people who look like civilians live.

Although there is no running water and electricity comes from a brain-machine exoskeleton carrying a battery pack, at least living here is safe, because the largest gang in Hell's Kitchen is the manager here, and the owner of this force is the underground emperor of New York.

(End of this chapter)