Marvel World Mixed Life

"What? Tony Stark's birthday party?"

Little Lucas, who just went to work, was dazzled by this seriously distorted news.

"It's impossible! Tony Stark associates with high society people, how could he invite you..."

"What's wrong with me! Am I obscene! Am I very social!" Li Mo was suddenly a little upset. He is a time-traveler. Why can't Tony Stark invite him? In some novels, they kneel and lick!

After repeated arguments and quarrels and various proofs, little Lucas finally believed in this fact: his boss, a Chinese little boss with no face, no money, no talent, no virtue, no skin, no shame, greedy food, lust, idleness, and idleness, became Guest of Billionaire Iron Man!

After confirming the news, little Lucas was a little worried again, "Boss, isn't your terrible ability discovered?!"

After Li Mo reassured, little Lucas murmured, Tony Stark lost his mind, right? It seems that I have been a little nervous recently!

After Li Mo told little Lucas about his guess, little Lucas thought about it and it was indeed possible! So there were only two reasons why Iron Man invited Li Mo: kidney deficiency or nerves.

Anyway, this is a good thing! Both of them were a little excited.

What Little Lucas thought was that his boss would come into contact with a large number of high-society celebrities. Think about it, the celebrities in the upper class are more romantic than the other! How can you not suffer from kidney deficiency? The boss holding the magic medicine Yang Dingtian can go straight to the sky with this!

Li Mo was so excited that he finally remembered the scene in the movie. He couldn’t remember exactly why, but he only remembered that the scenery at that time was really: rough waves!

Although the goals and ideas are different, the opinions are the same. That is a central idea: Li Mo's appearance two days later must be handsome, cool, and decent...

This needs to be prepared in advance! Only 2 days left!

exaggerate? No, not at all! Don't you see how many days in advance those celebrities have to prepare for their red carpet appearance? There is a whole team behind it!

But what to do?

Little Lucas: "Boss, don't look at me! The richest person I know is you!"

Li Mo: "Then what should I do? I am the richest person I know here!"

There is no way, so, in the Marvel World Earth, Lee's Craft Shop on West 32nd Street, Manhattan Island, New York, USA.

A mediocre common man in China in his previous life,

A poor little black man in Marvel America,

We began to discuss the entrance clothing and rented vehicles in a serious manner...

Poverty limits their imagination,

Empower them to be creative!

The Marvel universe is still running, and the plot has...

No! It will never collapse!

"Deadpool, what are you doing out here! What are you doing with my computer! ... Your new movie is coming out to advertise?! I know you have money for special effects! ... What? You said everyone wants to see you, and they want to Come in and play? No way! You’re going to ruin my book!...Why are you touching my ass?! Get the hell out!...Okay, this vulgar guy is finally gone! I don’t dare to overturn the car!...What the hell are you doing touching my head again!!!”

Huh...huh...I'm so mad!

That guy... should be gone!

Well, the text begins!

...

Don't think about that naughty guy again,

Miss Li Mo!

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the next day.

Harlem, New York.

This is a black gathering area in New York, and this is a holy place for black culture.

Wandering in the streets and alleys, you can see all kinds of wild or delicate graffiti, and the bad ones will be painted f**k quickly with spray paint! People who are beautiful and charming will keep it and stop to appreciate it.

On the street, you can often see people performing Freestyle after putting on a stereo, or having cool hip-hop duels in groups of three or four...

Turk Barrett stood next to a dancer and admired it for a while, then dropped five dollars and expressed his praise, and the dancer also added a salute during the dance...

Barrett shook his head and left with a smile, breathing the air of Harlem, his body and mind felt the joy that he hadn't seen for a long time.

While people always criticize the chaos and disorder in Harlem, he doesn't agree with it at all, because this is his home! And he regained his hope, and even the drug dealer at the corner of the street who was dealing with ghosts thought it was extremely cute!

After walking through the streets, Barrett came to a barber shop called Papa.

"Daddy" Henry Hunter used to be the leader of a gang, and now almost all the bosses on the street were once his boys. After successfully graduating from the Pelican Bay Heavy Prison University, everyone thought he would rule the Alam District. However, he unexpectedly chose to retire and opened this barber shop.

Because of being respected by people, an unwritten rule gradually emerged, and troubles are not allowed in Dad's barber shop! This also became the Switzerland (neutral country) of Harlem.

Daddy in a bowler hat shaves the head of a kid with a basketball in his arms, joking, "So only the Knicks of the Iron Age are the real New York Knicks..."

When the bell rang, Dad turned his head and saw Turk Barrett who pushed the door in. Surprise immediately surfaced on his face, "Look who this is! My boy, how long has it been since you came to my place?"

Seeing his father's aging face, Turk Barrett suddenly felt complicated and unspeakable emotions. Dad has taken good care of himself since his parents died. No matter when he was a gangster or after he was released from prison, he always advised himself to stay away from the underground world. And I can't hear a word at all...

The two who hadn't seen each other for a long time didn't know what to say for a while, and the atmosphere in the store fell silent. The father washed his hands after shaving the child's head, and called an employee to follow up.

Barrett looked at this guy with some surprise. This guy had a faint smile and a bookish face, but he always had the familiar smell of thieves that Barrett was familiar with. Bottom line, this guy is tmd white!

Harlem! Papa Barbershop! White people!

Seeing Barrett's unbelievable gaze, the old man shook his head and said, "This guy's name is Scott Lang. He's been hiding here for a while at the request of an old guy because he committed some crimes. I guess he'll be here soon. I'm leaving!... Forget it, let's not talk about him!"

The father's expression became a little serious, "Tell me about you! Turk Barrett! What do you want to do when you come back this time? Continue your counterfeit gun business! How many times will you tarnish George's reputation! shit! I should have sent you to the white area!"

Turk Barrett didn't answer, just shook his head with a smile, pointed to his mouth and pointed to an iron can on the table. Dad patted his head, took out a dollar from his body, and put it in the tin can. This is his own policy, banning swearing in the store, and putting a dollar in a tin can for monthly charitable donations every time he utters it.

Barrett looked at his father firmly with a smile on his face, "I now work with a Chinese boss, doing a decent business of precious medicinal materials! Take a look! I no longer have scars on my face, and I am no longer afraid of those policemen and gangsters." Members, I can walk freely in the sun now!"

Dad stared into Barrett's eyes for a while, then smiled, he believed the kid! Feeling a little emotional for a while, he said with reminiscence: "Seeing you now reminds me of George! At that time, he always looked confident, and he could fight for reason with those white officials! Let me tell you , He did an embarrassing thing at that time..."

The two chatted comfortably, and bursts of hearty laughter echoed in the barber shop from time to time...

The two, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, chatted for a long time. When they came out of the store, the sky had already dimmed, and Barrett drove to a nightclub called "Harlem Paradise".

This is the base of the "Viper Gang", the largest black gang in Harlem, and Barrett is coming to meet their leader, Cornell Stokes, "Waterbelly".

Different from people's imagination, "Harlem Paradise", as the base of gangsters, is not full of smog, but very stylish, with a kind of blues and blues temperament in the 1990s. Because their leader Cornell is a professional music lover!

Barrett was led by a strong black man to the private room on the second floor and saw Cornell. This is a slender black man, with a well-ironed suit, a well-trimmed beard, and a high level of musical accomplishment, which endow him with a special charm.

Seeing Barrett walking in, Cornell smiled and nodded for him to sit down, and said, "I will soon have a performance by a singer I like very much, let's talk about it after listening!"

Barrett nodded, picked up a glass of champagne from the waiter, and looked at the stage seriously.

On the stage stood a female singer in evening dress, a beautiful half-breed with blond hair. After nodding, under the band's performance. The ethereal singing full of rhythm and charm sounded, instantly capturing the hearts of everyone...

Search and search, true love is hard to find

The impermanence of the world wears away what little patience I have left

Why wait when I'm at my worst

hovering outside the newly renovated house

I just want to watch you run towards my direction

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my world needs a savior

I've been looking for someone who can save me

I feel like I'm being played by God

Overwhelmed by this heavy world

I who danced with wolves can't get out

I just want to escape to heaven I hope you can help me

I've been praying, hoping for an answer

If only my Superman... would come and save me

...

After the singing, the audience applauded thunderously. Cornell kept clapping his hands, shaking his head and admiringly, with tears in his eyes.

Barrett looked at Cornell a little strangely, this guy must be sick! In the past, he rarely came into contact with these big guys, and was able to wander among them because of the pills.

Barrett asked directly, "Cornell, what do you want from me?"

Cornell smiled in satisfaction. He didn't like people calling him a waterbell snake, just like he didn't like killing people with his slender hands that were originally pianists!

"A group of people seem to have found out the identity and address of your boss, and they want to trick him!" Cornell said slowly, taking a sip of champagne.

Barrett was startled, "Who? When?"

"Colombia! Tonight!"