Marvel World Mixed Life

What's it like to be in the dark in the dark?

Ah Kun in Chinatown can tell you.

He was born blind and could only imagine the existence of light and the beauty of color from the descriptions of others.

He has many imaginations about light: gorgeous, dazzling, bizarre...

However, all imaginations are so false. In the end, his imagination of light gradually merged with the warmth of being together as a family.

That, is how he feels about light.

Akun was born in Chinatown. His parents were illegal immigrants who came here illegally, so they could only do some odd jobs to make ends meet. Although life is difficult and he can only live in a dark and damp basement, his father is generous and humorous, his mother is kind and hardworking, and his younger brothers and sisters are also very well-behaved and obedient.

Akun felt that this was enough.

Parents go to work during the day and sometimes work overtime at night. Ah Kun took care of his younger siblings at home, cleaned the room and cooked some simple meals under the command of his younger siblings. Although it was very tiring, Akun enjoyed it. He has already discussed with his parents that he is going to learn massage for the blind, and the family will save money to support his younger siblings to go to school and receive education.

Poverty is not terrible, as long as there is still hope.

However, everything came to an end that afternoon. The parents went out and encountered a car accident, the father died tragically on the spot, and the mother was paralyzed in bed. They did not receive any compensation.

Akun, who was born in darkness, felt a deeper darkness, and the name of darkness is despair.

He decided to go to Mrs. Gao.

Mrs. Gao is the leader of the Chinese gang, and everyone in Chinatown knows that this old lady is not a good person. But this old lady has another well-known advantage, fairness.

When the Chinese encounter difficulties and go to her, she will not give you any charity, but she will deal fairly.

Do you need a well-paying job to support a family? Okay, go to her drug processing factory, as long as you cut out your tongue and don't talk nonsense, the salary will be paid on time.

You want revenge? Okay, she will clean it up for you, as long as you do one thing according to her instructions, you may be beaten to death or you may go to jail. But the person you want to kill will definitely die.

Ah Kun met Mrs. Gao under the guidance of an acquaintance.

"Son, what do you want?" An old female voice asked emotionlessly.

Akun imagined who was speaking on the opposite side, an angel? demon? It doesn't matter, as long as she keeps her promise.

"Dear Mrs. Gao, I need a hope. I hope that my mother can be taken care of by someone, and I hope that my younger siblings can grow up and go to school smoothly." Akun was a little nervous, he was worried that he didn't have enough bargaining chips in exchange for all this.

Madam Gao on the opposite side was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Are you willing to exchange your own life for all of this?"

Akun was ecstatic, with a bright smile on his face, "I am willing!"

Following Mrs. Gao's instructions, Akun came to the site of the Russian gang in Hell's Kitchen. He met their boss with just one word.

"I know who the night devil is!"

Akun actually doesn't know what the night devil is, but what he knows is that he has arrived at the predetermined place.

The Russian on the opposite side began to threaten him frantically, pushed him, and even put a dagger on his neck, but Ah Kun just smiled foolishly.

He touched his clothes, he was wearing a special bomb vest, and the remote control was on his blind man's stick.

Akun pressed the remote control without hesitation.

He will rekindle the light of hope with his life.

………………

Harlem.

Inside a dilapidated house.

The room was messy, the sofa was stained with oil and black spots, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Luke stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wiped the blurred mirror vigorously with his hand, and looked at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror is the face of a bald black man with a huge centipede-like scar on his head. His face is covered with tattoos. The tear-stained tattoos represent the people who died on his hands.

His eyes were numb and fierce, but unfortunately the corners of his eyes were swollen and his mouth was broken.

Luke was beaten by his boss Cornell.

The reason was that he rashly rushed into the neutral zone and threatened Dad with a gun.

f**k!

Luke cursed fiercely, then walked to the living room table.

Sweeping the sundries on the table aside with one hand, he took out a pack of white powder from his pocket, knocked it into a line, and sucked it hard.

Luke collapsed on the sofa, staring at his home. The scene in the room is slowly elongating, and it seems to be back in the past...

At that time, the home was still warm and clean. My father watched the Knicks game with a beer and roared loudly. The fat mother took out an apple pie while nagging.

What was I doing at that time? Yes, I am holding a basketball, and the basketball teams of several universities have sent invitations. At that time, I had a bright future. I wanted to become a big football star. I wanted to earn money so that my mother could buy clothes in brand-name stores instead of second-hand stores. I wanted to earn money so that my father could often go to Madison Square Garden to watch games...

At that time...

What happened later, Luke still dare not recall that dark experience until now. It can only be said that at the corner of his life, fate pushed him to hell.

Afterwards, he joined the gang, and with his stature, daring to kill and fight, he gradually became the core gang member.

Others are afraid of him and think he is bloodthirsty, but he is only stimulating the already numb life with blood.

Boss Cornell beat him up, and he knew the reason, not only because many people respected Papa, but most importantly, Papa had the only illusion of hope left by people in the dark.

Shit!

Is there any hope for you scum? You may imagine that you are a lawyer, doctor, or policeman in your dreams, and imagine that you have a warm home, but when you wake up, you still have to take the guy to sell drugs and kill people.

Even the boss Cornell, who has discovered many musicians in suits and leather shoes every day, is still a shady gang leader.

This hope is false!

Hope, what a stinging word.

The momentum of the drug slowly passed, Luke slowly struggled to get up, went to the corner and picked out two grenades from the hidden wall crack. This is the goods he intercepted in a transaction.

He drove to Dad's barbershop with a grenade in his mouth. Even though it was already night, Luke could still see the bragging and laughing people inside from the glass outside the window.

false hope?

It's better not to exist.

Let's struggle together in hell...

………………

The Queen.

In the small courtyard of an ordinary resident, a large pit was dug out on the ground, and green sandbags were neatly stacked in the large pit, covered with half a tent cloth.

This is a standard American trench.

Little Billy woke up from his sleep, the sound of gunshots and bombs in his head gradually disappeared, he looked around and found that he was still in the trench, and his mood settled down.

Get up and brush your teeth, wash your face, and tidy up the house. Even after being discharged from the army, he still maintains the style of the army.

Walking to the window, he looked at the little bird he bought some time ago. Even though he opened the window and opened the cage, the little bird still refused to fly out.

After watching the little bird in a daze for a while, Little Billy put on his clothes and prepared to go to the sharing session.

After returning from the war in Afghanistan, he was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).

He didn't take it seriously at first, but his symptoms got worse and he often felt like he was still on the battlefield. After being woken up and almost shot his father, he chose to receive treatment, live alone and participate in the sharing session organized by the retired veteran Curtis.

This is his last time participating.

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At the sharing meeting, everyone sat in a circle, Curtis looked at an empty chair, and suddenly asked: "Paul hasn't come for two days, little Billy, I see you are often with him , do you know where he went?"

Little Billy replied blankly, "I don't know, sir."

After the sharing session, Little Billy found Curtis, "Sir, did you ask Billy Russell to refuse me to join Anvil Company?"

Curtis looked at little Billy worriedly, and said earnestly: "Yes, if you are allowed to go, you will not only harm others but yourself! My child, life is not like a war. War will end, but as long as people Alive, life must go on, maybe some hurts will never heal, but making some changes is infinitely better than doing nothing!"

Little Billy looked into Curtis's eyes without moving, and he could feel that the person in front of him genuinely cared about him.

He is not an enemy!

After leaving the sharing session, Little Billy came to an old house. Looking around, he opened the door and walked in.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room was a dead man with a knife stuck in his neck. It was the Paul Curtis mentioned.

This Paul, who always made radical remarks in sharing meetings, once made Billy Jr. his confidant. But while participating in an event against anti-gun demonstrators together, the bravado fled in disgrace.

On the battlefield, deserters need to be executed, so little Billy kills him.

Little Billy hates those gun ban supporters, why ban guns? This is the battlefield. Looking around, the whole world is the enemy of the United States.

Those who ban guns are traitors to America!

Unfortunately, to Billy Jr.'s disappointment, the anti-gun marches have had a huge impact across the country, and Congress is already considering this proposal.

He will never allow this to happen.

He opened a black package containing his homemade bomb. With outstanding military skills, he can even calculate the killing range of bombs.

Carrying the package, little Billy came to Times Square in New York.

Even at night, the place is still brightly lit, people are mingling, and the latest product advertisements of the Stark Group are being played on the huge billboards.

Little Billy took a deep breath,

Numb and degenerate Americans,

just let me die

Come to save you!

………………

boom! Hell's Kitchen.

boom! Harlem.

boom! time Square.

New York is in total disarray.

The sound of the explosion awakened Li Mo from his sleep.

"What's wrong?"