Marvel: Starting with the forced creation of villainous characters

Mindy said, "Let's just leave him there when we get to Hell's Kitchen."

Mark didn't object. He originally wanted to kill Ebottan directly, but since Mindy had said so, he couldn't object.

As long as we don't take this thing to the secret base, it's fine. What if Ebotan has a tracking device on him, or a tracking device on his wheelchair?

After taking a taxi, the group headed to Hell's Kitchen.

Hell's Kitchen is a typical slum, or even a very chaotic one.

The Hell's Kitchen area near the city center is alright, but the closer you get to the docks, the more chaotic it becomes. Deep inside Hell's Kitchen, it's filled with all sorts of undocumented immigrants, homeless people, and criminals.

A group of children entering Hell's Kitchen is basically no different from having one foot in the grave.

But things are different when Mindy is around.

In an era before the dawn of the superhero era, Mindy's fighting prowess was enough to keep them alive in Hell's Kitchen.

The group hailed a taxi and then swarmed into it.

The driver was a white man, and an old man at that.

He looked honest and unassuming, but Mark noticed that he was constantly looking at Eboshidan through the rearview mirror.

"Where are you headed, passenger?" the driver asked.

Mindy said, "Midtown High School."

Midtown High School?

Mark's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard the name.

He was very familiar with this high school; as the school attended by Marvel's favorite son, he had a deep impression of it.

"Okay, no problem, please fasten your seatbelt." After saying that, the driver started the car.

Mindy's destination was not Midtown High School. When the car was halfway there, Mindy asked the driver to drop them off.

"Kids, this is Hell's Kitchen. It's dangerous for a group of you kids to be here." After saying that, the driver gave Apostdan a meaningful look.

A disabled person with five children—even in Hell's Kitchen, such a lineup is still quite rare.

After the driver finished speaking, he drove off.

Mark pointed at Eppertham and asked, "So, what should we do with this guy?"

Mindy gave Ebottan a murderous look, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Leave him here to fend for himself."

Even the water sprite, who hadn't spoken until now, reminded him, "Remember to return your phone to him; there might be a GPS tracker on it."

Upon hearing this, Mark quickly pulled out his phone, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it until it was smashed.

Mark glanced at the group of Black people secretly watching from a short distance away, then gave Epstein a meaningful smile: "Good luck."

Some people are still alive, but they are already dead, and their lives are worse than death.

"Let's go," Mindy urged, holding a gun in her hand.

Perhaps because they recognized the gun in Mindy's hand, the group of black people in the alley didn't dare to come forward. But after Mindy and the others had gone far away, the group of black people who had just finished smoking marijuana staggered over to Eboshidan's side.

Led by Mindy, some people continued to wander through the dimly lit alleys.

They encountered several groups of thugs along the way, but due to the pressure of "truth," those thugs had no choice but to let them, these little lambs, go.

at the same time.

Pushed deep into the alley, Apostle looked at the group of black people in front of him in horror. "What do you want?"

"Baby, let's play a game."

The black man in the lead smiled and began to unbutton Eppert's shirt.

After searching his entire body and finding nothing of value, the black leader slapped Eppert in frustration.

"You bastard, you dress up like a respectable person, but how come you don't have a single valuable thing on you?" the black leader asked angrily.

Having just been slapped, Eboshi Dan immediately shouted, "I have money, but it's not on me. I can have my family bring money to ransom me."

Upon hearing this, the black leader slapped him across the face. "We're not kidnapping anyone."

Eppert: "..."

Eboshi Dan really wanted to ask what they were doing, but in order to avoid getting into trouble again, he could only grit his teeth and bear it.

The underling beside him, unwilling to give up, advised, "Boss, I think we can squeeze some money out of their family."

The black leader angrily retorted, "Does he think he's rich just because he's at home? Look at him, is there any part of him that looks valuable?"

"This is probably another unlucky guy who went bankrupt, but speaking of valuable things..."

The black leader's eyes lit up; that pale, white body, that sexy beard... it seemed...

"Brothers, I've thought of something funny."

The underling, instantly understanding what his boss was up to, also lit up. "Boss, look at him, his limbs seem to be unable to move. Doesn't he look like a natural masturbation sleeve?"

Seeing that the group's words were becoming increasingly suggestive, Ebotan finally realized that things were going badly.

He's always the one opening boxes for others, but today it seems like he's about to be the one getting opened.

The younger brother kindly pointed out the way: "Go a little further in, there's a blind spot behind those trash cans."

"Very good!" The black boss patted his underling on the shoulder with satisfaction. "You're second in line, the rest of you line up later."

"No! You can't do this!"

"I am Apostdan! I am a billionaire! I can give you money! Lots of money!"

Eppert stared in horror at the black man with a ferocious grin on his face, who was getting closer and closer to him.

"No!!!"

The shrill voice echoed deep within the alley, accompanied by the rough, menacing laughter of the Black men.

Emma, ​​following behind Mindy, asked in bewilderment, "Mindy, why don't we just take care of that old guy?"

The experienced Mindy explained, "If a billionaire died in Hell's Kitchen, the police would definitely search the place, and it would also expose our location."

"If we let him go back, wouldn't that be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains?" Mark retorted.

Mindy said meaningfully, "He can't go back, and even if he did, he might not go back intact."

As a street hero born and raised in Hell's Kitchen, Mindy knows the place all too well.

A healthy but incapacitated person in the chaotic Hell's Kitchen would be best off freezing to death.

What's more, Apostle is so well-maintained.

As for whether any kind-hearted people will call the police, there are no kind-hearted people deep in Hell's Kitchen, because there is no space for kind-hearted people to live in this land.

Mark also thought of the ecological environment of the slums that Old A had mentioned.

Mark, however, thought it was a good thing, as Eboshidan could experience the pleasure of being a victim.

…………

Little Sheng James Island.

A sharp-looking woman in sunglasses and a suit coldly pulled out her badge: "I'm a federal agent. We suspect you're conducting activities on the island that endanger national security. Call your boss over."

Having already ordered her men to destroy the evidence, Gislan met their gaze without flinching: "You're too late. Our boss has just been kidnapped by thugs."

"What? You've been kidnapped?"

The woman wearing sunglasses instantly lost control of her expression.

"I have to say, I'm too late!" Sharon Carter said, scratching her hair in frustration, looking like she was about to break down.

Sharon Carter ordered sullenly, "Fall back."

Her purpose in coming here was to save Mark, or rather, to change him.

She knew about the island, but she lacked the ability and courage to investigate the dirty and complex network of relationships behind it.