Marvel World Mixed Life

New York in May is a wonderful time.

The average daytime temperature is 20°C, without biting cold wind, scorching sun and torrential rain.

In bright sunshine, New York brings out the best in itself.

This month, New York will host various activities intensively, Harlem will host the Jazz Festival, Central Park will host "Shakespeare in the Park", Manhattan's Ninth Avenue will welcome the International Food Festival...

And today, what is being held is the New York Bike Tour.

More than 30,000 cyclists from around the world, both professional and non-professional, will take part in a 40-mile bike tour across New York City's five boroughs.

For nearly a full day, many roads and bridges will be cleared so that bicycles can enjoy the road.

In order to speed up the development of Hell's Kitchen, the New York City government has also planned a small section of Hell's Kitchen, which is relatively safe, in the itinerary plan.

That includes West 32nd Street.

The streets were already crowded with citizens and tourists, many wearing T-shirts and sunglasses. While eating ice cream, they cheered and cheered for the riders whizzing by on the street.

Matt Murdoch was walking on the street with a cane for the blind, but he had a sad face among the happy crowd.

He has always felt a sense of urgency recently. Wilson Fisk hasn't shown up since he escaped from prison, and several efforts to search have been in vain.

Matt had a faint feeling that Fisk hadn't left, maybe he was hiding somewhere in this huge city, secretly weaving a bigger criminal network.

Coupled with the Hulk incident that shocked New York some time ago.

I don't know how long this peace in New York can last...

He decided to go to Li Mo to discuss countermeasures.

As for why not just call?

Because he found that Li Mo has become the kind of person who turns on the phone when he has something to do and turns it off when there is nothing to do.

Not long after, Matt came to the door of Li's handicraft shop.

The small shop is surprisingly overcrowded, most of them are dressed as tourists, each holding a Chinese-style folding fan in their hands.

Little Lucas was excitedly cashing out behind the counter.

Matt was sorry to interrupt.

After finally dismissing this group of guests, Matt immediately stepped forward and asked, "Little Lucas, is Li there?"

"The boss has already left." Little Lucas replied.

"Did you go out for a walk, when can you come back?"

"No, the boss is on a car trip."

"Where did you go and how long did you go?"

"He plans to drive across the United States. The time is uncertain. He just said that he will contact me if there is anything."

"He just left the mess in New York alone?" Matt was a little impatient.

"It's enough for the store to have me." Little Lucas said expressionlessly.

"I'm not talking about that."

"I know what you're going to say, what I want to say is..." Little Lucas rolled his eyes,

"The boss is not the king of New York!"

...

The Queen.

The annual Queens District Food Festival is being held here, and all famous restaurants will show their housekeeping skills and set up stalls on the street.

Li Mo was standing in front of a French restaurant booth, under the gaze of a chef wearing a white top hat, he carefully took a bite of a bright and delicious macaron.

Delicious sweets are the original sin...

Li Mo chewed intoxicatedly, and the sweetness mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants slowly permeated the whole body and mind, bringing a feeling of happiness.

Li Mo shook his head in admiration, and gave the chef a thumbs-up, "Sette Dilic Show! (French: This stuff is delicious!)"

Does Li Mo know French?

Well, he can only say a few words: this thing is delicious, this thing eats like shit.

I give 90 points for the pre-dinner dessert!

Li Mo nodded, made a silent score in his heart, turned around and looked at the endless stalls on both sides of the street.

The smell of the Mexican chicken roll next to it has already wafted over. On the other side of the booth, a chef is carefully peeling a Spanish ham...

The whole street is full of people immersed in all kinds of delicacies.

This is the world that needs to be conquered!

Li Mo was about to leave ambitiously, but was suddenly stopped by the French chef.

The tall and fat chef winked mischievously at Li Mo, and brought out another cup from below, which contained a tender and trembling yellow pudding, and was sprinkled with gold leaf.

The pudding glowed alluringly in the warm sunlight.

Li Mo turned his head to look at the endless stalls, drooling and staring at the pudding for a while, looked at the price, and nodded sadly and angrily towards the chef...

Time always flies by,

Because the stomach has a limit,

Li Mo walked out from the crowd, turned his head and looked at this happy street reluctantly, comforted himself with a word of good things, and then turned and left.

…

Coming out of the parking lot, Li Mo drove his blue Ford Mustang to an old apartment building in Astoria.

The old-fashioned buildings here are obviously different from Hell's Kitchen. They are well maintained, cleaner and many modern facilities have been added.

After Li Mo entered the door, he walked through the bright corridor to the second floor.

It has been converted into a small office building, and some small companies and organizations that cannot afford to rent a large office building will choose this kind of place.

After looking at the sign, Li Mo opened the door and walked into an office. The furnishings in the office are simple, with various posters plastered on the surrounding walls.

A bearded white man in a plaid shirt was sitting at his desk and talking on the phone.

While holding the receiver between his ears and shoulders, he was writing down something in his notebook, and signaled Li Mo to wait with his eyes.

Li Mo pouted, picked up a brochure and read it.

After the man answered the phone, he immediately walked towards Li Mo and stretched out his right hand, "Hi, you are Mr. Wang, right? My name is Barry, and welcome to the Route 66 Alliance."

"You can call me Old Wang, haven't the others come yet?" Li Mo said while shaking hands.

"They called and will be here in a while." Barry looked at his watch and said, then turned around and poured a cup of coffee for Li Mo.

"Mr. Wang, how much do you know about Route 66?" Barry asked while drinking his coffee.

"In fact, there are not many. Someone recommended it to me, saying that it is the best choice for car travel." Li Mo shrugged and said.

"This is indeed the best choice!" Barry was a little emotional, "Have you watched "The Grapes of Wrath"?"

"What is that, a movie?" Li Mo was confused.

Barry's eyes were full of passion, "John Steinbeck described this road as the mother's road of Americans, the road of flying. Hemingway wrote "The Old Man and the Sea" in a small cafe by the roadside, Herman wrote "Citizen Kane" in a motel on this road, where Clark Gable panned for gold, where Clint Eastwood drew his gun, and where Forrest Gump ran..."

Li Mo's head hurt a little, and he quickly interrupted Barry's words, "Okay, I see, this is indeed a good route. The main purpose of looking for you is to gather a few partners to go on the road together. You know, the route is too long It's kind of boring to be alone."

"Okay." Barry, who was interrupted to give a passionate speech, was a little depressed, "Let me register, do you plan to go the whole way, or just choose a section."

Li Mo smiled, "I plan to travel the entire distance, from New York to Las Vegas, across the United States"

"All the way west!"