America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

The grand finale of the New York City Street Fighting Tournament was to be held at the Fisker Tower in Manhattan, and staying at the Continental Hotel in Lower Manhattan would save him a lot of travel time.

"Please sign."

Charon handed the pen to Wade, who carefully read the hotel check-in instructions word by word. After reading them three times and asking Charon a few questions, Wade finally signed his name.

The two heavy wooden doors of the Continental Hotel were not merely decorative; they represented two distinct worlds. Wade was now standing in the space inside the doors, and everything he did had to adhere to the rules of that inner world.

Contracts are extremely important, and everyone must abide by the contracts they have signed.

“Nothing has changed.” Wade handed the pen back, offering a small sigh.

Charon looked down at Wade's signed name, Wade Winston Wilson, and gave the new hotel guest a professional smile.

"Welcome to the Continental Hotel, Mr. Wilson."

"Here is your room key. Please follow me."

"Still a key? Who can such an old lock stop?" Wade took the brass key and uttered a long-standing grumble.

“If you have any suggestions or comments about our hotel, please write to our hotel manager, Mr. Scott,” Charon said to Wade.

"plz follow me."

Charon came out from behind the counter.

Because Wade chose to use gold coins to settle his hotel stay in mainland China, Charon gave Wade a higher level of stay service.

“I saw that they offer free meals, is that right?” Wade asked.

“Yes, but there’s still half an hour before the free dinner service ends,” Charon replied to Wade.

Caron led Wade to the elevator, and the two waited for the elevator to come down.

The elevator was descending, but very slowly. Wade felt that the time it took to wait for the elevator was enough for him to walk up the stairs to the fifth floor.

"Ding~!!"

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Caron and Wade entered the elevator.

“I really did write a letter to that Winston guy. We’re in New York, after all, the crossroads of the world. This elevator should be replaced with a faster, higher-capacity one,” Wade said to Charon.

"..." Charon didn't speak, but nodded in agreement to Wade.

Hotel manager Winston Scott, who has run the Continental Hotel in New York for over thirty years, is a flawless aristocratic gentleman who handles all kinds of problems perfectly, but Wade dislikes this perfection.

The slow elevator at the Continental Hotel in New York has its reasons for being slow.

"Ding~!" The elevator doors opened, and Wade and Charon stepped out. The two bumped into a beautiful woman with long, wavy red hair. The perfume she was wearing made Wade think he had run into a wall.

"Wade?"

The red-haired beauty tilted her head back, pulled down her sunglasses, and glanced at Wade.

"What a coincidence! Good evening, Ms. Romanov," Wade greeted.

“Wade, if you keep calling me that, I’ll sew your lips up with guts,” Natasha said.

Are you angry?

"No."

"That means they're angry."

“No.” Natasha gave a charming smile.

Charon's expression was somewhat strained; he turned his head slightly, his gaze fixed solely on Wade.

"While I was waiting to check in in the lobby, I heard someone say that Black Widow was here too."

"Is it you?" Wade's eyes darted up and down at Natasha, who was dressed in a black leather jacket, without any restraint.

"It's me, so what?"

“We’re divorced, who doesn’t know that?” Natasha was indifferent to Wade’s nervous gaze; they’d seen everything between them.

"What a coincidence, my new nickname is Red Spider."

"We're both spiders, we really are thinking the same thing." Wade's smile was a little sly, gesturing with his hands and making little body movements.

"Didn't you quit?"

“If you tell me now that you want to come back and continue, I’ll cut off your dog’s head and make it into a candied apple, and your body into a Christmas tree,” Natasha said coldly.

“That’s impossible,” Wade said.

"I think so too."

“I mean, you can’t cut off my head,” Wade emphasized.

"Give it a try?" Natasha looked at Wade.

Chapter 219 This is for the sake of the show.

Are they going to do something naughty?

"No, they're going to have a duel."

Hulk lay on the beanbag chair, while Bruce Banner nestled in the spring sofa.

The beanbag chair was an idea provided by Li Qun, and Dr. Banner made it for Hulk in his spare time. The beanbag chair is made of polymer particles that can change shape according to the sitting posture.

Hulk often sits on the floor, but that doesn't mean he likes sitting on the floor.

Bruce Banner and Hulk are sitting in front of the magic television set, watching a reality TV show starring Wade Wilson.

“He knows we are watching him.”

Dr. Banner noticed that Wade would actively seek out the "surveillance view" of the Magic Television.

On several occasions, Wade actually found the right spot, achieving a cross-temporal eye contact between the "character" and the "audience".

"Dr. Banner, would you like some of Dad's steamed baguettes?" Dad poked his head out of the kitchen and asked Dr. Banner.

"Baguette? Steamed? I've never had one before. Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome."

Dr. Banner got up and went into the kitchen.

My dad went on a day trip to Paris and bought some authentic baguettes.

But after only one day, the baguette had hardened like a baseball bat. Adhering to the traditional virtue of not wasting food, Dad spent half a day sawing the baguette, finally putting the pieces into a steamer to steam.

"It's quite delicious."

"It's soft and perfect for spreading sauce."

"Adding some cold houttuynia cordata salad would be quite nice too," the old man said with a smile.

Dr. Banner puts jam in his steamed baguette, while Dad puts hot sauce and cold dishes in his. They never argue about food pairings, and seeing each other try it makes them want to try it themselves.

“Dad, next time we can try rye bread or German bread,” Dr. Banner suggested.

"Going to Germany?"

"Wait until I can speak a few words of German before we go," the old man said.

Dad's portal trip wasn't something he decided on a whim. He had requirements for himself; he would only go after he could communicate with the locals to a basic level.

My dad can speak many languages, including Japanese, Korean, French, Spanish, Italian, and Russian. Strangely, he hasn't had much exposure to German, and it will take him some time to learn it.

Through his interactions with his father, Dr. Banner gradually discovered that his father was a hidden naturalist who knew a little about everything and could do a little bit about everything.

The aura of being a kung fu master overshadowed his father's other outstanding abilities.

Dad's English name is truly worthy of the name "Jack". In America, the name "Jack" is equivalent to a fixed NPC, and there are "Jacks" in all walks of life.

"By the way, Dr. Banner, do you celebrate Thanksgiving?" Dad asked.

"Thanksgiving? I don't really like this holiday. I've never liked it since I was a child."

The old man glanced at Bruce Banner's expression and knew that he was once again uncontrollably reminiscing about his life in foster care.

Dr. Banner's greatest psychological trauma came from his foster family.

Dr. Banner often chats with his father, but his father doesn't understand science, so Dr. Banner can only talk about things his father can understand, such as family.

Thanksgiving used to be Dr. Banner's second most hated holiday, but now, due to the collective resentment of Native Americans, it has become the most hated holiday.

Another holiday is Christmas.

"They're about to start..." Hulk called softly towards the kitchen.

"Coming soon."

Dr. Banner and his father came out carrying plates. His father sat down on the sofa and watched the "Wade Wilson Reality Show" on TV with curiosity.

The old man knew nothing about the "reality show" broadcast on this "magic TV," and the overlap of magic and technology made him somewhat oblivious to special events.

On television, Winston Scott, the manager of the Continental Hotel, appears. The old gentleman has a floral scarf around his neck. He suggests that Wade and Natasha resolve their conflict through a duel, a non-violent duel, and he will act as the referee for their duel. The duel will take place in the bar on the hotel's basement floor.

"That girl is really beautiful," Dad commented on Natasha on TV.

"These two are a divorced couple. Our Wade is still hung up on his ex-wife, and when he learned she had returned to New York, he chased after her like a puppy," Dr. Banner explained to his father from his own perspective.

"Arm wrestling?" Dad laughed; this was definitely just for the sake of creating a TV show effect.

Wade and Natasha arm wrestled in a bar.

Natasha felt that the hotel manager Winston was helping her, while Wade felt that Winston was doing her a favor. Both Wade and Natasha believed that they could easily beat each other.

The round table where Wade and Natasha were arm wrestling was surrounded by layers of people, many of whom had come specifically to see them.

Black Widow Natasha and her ex-husband had a peaceful duel at the Continental Hotel in New York, which was discussed on an underground assassin forum for over a thousand floors.

"start!"

Winston lifted his hand from their clasped hands, and Wade and Natasha instantly engaged in a fierce struggle. Natasha maintained a ladylike smile, but Wade sensed danger in her smile.

“Your nickname is very fitting. How come I never noticed it before?” Wade said, starting with some underhanded tactics.

Wade started to feel guilty.

Natasha was not the naive American woman he knew, but a tough Russian woman.

He had neglected his training over the years, and only recently started practicing a little for street fighting.