Chapter 1307 Interstellar Stage (XIV)

To the east of the Bronx is the largest Chinatown in the area. More than 200 Chinese restaurants have been operating here for hundreds of years. In every area where Chinese people gather, almost all the people stay up all night, and every restaurant here is open. Later in the night.

I have to admit that any businessman who can make a name for himself in a foreign country will risk his life at the expense of money.

Although the Bronx is very chaotic right now, with demonstrators and eyeing police officers intertwined, none of the Chinese restaurants are closed, and they even provide takeout service to the protestors and police.

On the streets of protests, you can often see Chinese chefs wearing white kung fu shirts carrying large and small lunch boxes, running to the protesters and then to the police.

Most police officers don't care about the Chinese at all, because they know that most Asians are very obedient, have extremely low crime rates, are not good at using firearms, and have a low probability of causing trouble. So even though they saw them coming from the protesting crowd, The police didn't care, and they still had time to joke with their colleagues.

In the hot summer in New York, standing under the sun for 10 minutes will make you sweat all over your body. The policemen opened the trunks of their cars to block the sun above their heads, holding lunch boxes in their hands, some clumsily playing with spoons or tachyons.

"Hey, that kid, yes, it's you. Seriously, can't you give me a fork? How on earth am I going to use these two little wooden sticks to make these damn noodles?" A man with gray hair and a certain age The big policeman was holding a square noodle box in his hand, a little flustered.

The young colleague next to him was so happy that he blocked the Chinese young man from coming up and said, "Hey, you can't give it to him. He is being racist. You have to use tachyon to eat oriental food!"

The Chinese young man showed a fake smile, waved his hand to the policeman and said, "If there's nothing wrong, I'll go deliver the food, Mr. Police Officer."

The two policemen got into a quarrel by pushing each other, and there was no time to pay attention to him. The Chinese young man rolled his eyes, walked to his bicycle, picked up another pile of lunch boxes and walked towards another wave of policemen. .

But at this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed out from across the alley, led by a red-haired female agent. She pointed a pistol at the Chinese young man and said, "Don't run!"

The Chinese young man's eyes were like lightning. In an instant, the lunch box in his hand was thrown away. Two gunshots rang out, and the noodles and rice were scattered in the air.

The Chinese young man should have turned around and ran away, but looking at the food scattered on the ground, he showed a distressed look and hesitated in his steps. At this moment, the agents had already caught up with him.

The Chinese young man climbed onto the roof of the policeman's car, then slid down along the hood and kicked down the policeman who was drawing his gun.

Most of the policemen were eating from food boxes. The incident happened so fast that most people didn't react. The Chinese young man broke through the police blockade within a few moments of meeting and ran towards the depths of the alley. .

"Catch him!" shouted the leading female agent.

The police couldn't be of much help, but the agents moved quickly. It was obvious that this was a premeditated arrest. This was not a place where the Chinese young man often moved. He was not as familiar with the terrain as the agents who had been there in advance.

The Chinese young man ran through an alley. He looked back at the agents who were chasing him more and more. He stopped, braked suddenly and turned into another alley. He rushed in and turned a corner. What appeared in front of him was not another one. There is no way out, but a wall. This is a dead end.

Fortunately, the demonstrators left a pile of discarded slogan boards here. The Chinese young man picked up a huge wooden sign and tore off the obstructive paper at the bottom of the sign in a few clicks. He grabbed the wooden pole like a prop. He jumped up to the wall of the alley with a leap as nimble as a pole jump.

He sneered, made a face at the chasing agent, and jumped directly to the other end of the alley. But the next second, a dazzling light flashed, and the Chinese young man saw a complex shape appearing under his feet. Illustration.

With a "swish" sound, the magic cage lit up. The red-haired female agent holding a magic wand stepped forward, squinted at the Chinese young man and said, "Why are you running?!"

The Chinese young man was stunned. He pointed at the magic wand, then pointed at himself, then looked around again, pointed at the magic wand again, and was about to spit out a word.

The red-haired female agent took out her ID from her pocket, flashed it, and said, "Natasha Romanoff, a particularly important field agent of SHIELD, is now targeting you, including illegal use of superpowers, assaulting police officers, and refusal to cooperate. Do you have any objections to the investigation of six crimes?”

"I..." Just as the Chinese young man was about to speak, Natasha interrupted him and said impatiently: "If you hadn't run away, we could have sat in the restaurant and had breakfast and talked. You are not a criminal. , why are you running so hard?"

The Chinese young man opened his mouth and looked Natasha up and down, as if he didn't know her, even though he shouldn't have known her in the first place.

"Don't be like this, Natasha, we should be polite to this young man." Another man came out from around the corner. It was obvious that he was not an agent. He was not wearing a field uniform, just a turtleneck sweater and a A pair of glasses that looks rather bookish.

Bruce Banner pushed up his glasses, walked to the side of the magic cage, looked at the Chinese young man and said, "Sorry, kid, we went to your house to find you. We just wanted to ask what happened in the Bronx on the 6th. What happened to the riot that broke out during the protest on Lens Street? According to the investigation, it seems that you had a conflict with the police, and in the end you ran away and your companions were arrested.”

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The Chinese young man was stunned for a moment, then showed an angry expression. He grabbed the railing and shouted loudly: "The police shot at us and wanted to beat us. Why can't I resist?!"

After saying that, he began to beat the railings of the magic cage repeatedly, but Natasha took a step closer and said, "Your companions resisted the police with you, but you left them and ran away. They go to jail and their future is ruined. Is that what you want?”

“You damn devils! You’re going to hell!

! "

As the Chinese young man roared, his muscles began to tighten unconsciously, and they grew larger and larger. The subtle airflow swirled around his body, and his beating movements became faster and faster, far beyond the capabilities of ordinary people's muscles. withstand frequency.

Banner and Natasha both took a step back warily. Banner narrowed his eyes and said, "...Mutants?"

"No, this is not an innate talent." The experienced female agent judged: "It is probably acquired through practice, just like Matt."

"He looks like he's about to lose control. Do you need me to take action?" Banner stared at the Chinese youth in the cage with a serious face. He said with some annoyance: "If I had known it was this kind of uncontrollable superpower, I would have I shouldn’t have come here with you, we should have brought more people.”

Natasha stretched out a hand to stop Banner who wanted to get closer. She carefully observed the expression of the Chinese young man, and then boldly stepped forward and said: "Now those of your companions are still in the accusation period, and they have not really "If you break out and hurt someone now, especially a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you will go to jail with them."

"But if you can calm down and talk and explain what is going on, then there is still room for repayment. I find that you are very distrustful of the police and agents, but I must tell you that someone is here The purpose of planning all this behind the scenes is to use reckless young people like you to cause catastrophe." Natasha deliberately slowed down her speech and spoke to the Chinese young man in American English with a standard accent.

But the Chinese young man showed pain on his face. He kept beating the cage and said, "Stay away from me. I can't control it. This power doesn't belong to me. I can't help it..."

The expression on the Chinese young man's face became increasingly painful. Natasha knew she couldn't delay it any longer. She turned to look at Banner and asked, "Are you sure you can knock him unconscious without hurting him?"

Banner hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Hulk just vented his anger and his anger is at a bottleneck. I can borrow a small part of his power."

The female agent moved away, but Banner still turned to look at her and said, "You're not going to kill him, are you?"

"Of course, at least we still need the truth."

After hearing Natasha's assurance, Banner walked behind the cage. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the twitching young man, and then knocked him unconscious. The agents who had just been chasing the Chinese young man walked behind Natasha. Shah glanced at Banner and said, "Thank you for believing in SHIELD."

"I believe you."

A hazy halo of light kept flashing in front of his eyes, and suddenly it seemed as if someone was calling his name. The airflow in his body was flowing uncontrollably, causing great pain.

Schiller looked at the Asian young man lying on the hospital bed and waved his hand in front of him. The young man was twitching continuously and looked in pain. Just as Schiller wanted to increase the concentration of the sedative, he saw the young man tensing up hard. He tightened his upper body, raised his head, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound.

Schiller, who was sitting next to him, and Natasha, who was standing at the end of the bed, were both stunned. Natasha raised her hands first and said, "We definitely didn't beat him. It was Banner who knocked him unconscious, and he I controlled the force and didn’t hurt him.”

Schiller frowned. He found that the young man's lips were a little purple and his breathing was not smooth. He quickly untied the straps on the young man's arms, lifted him up, and let his upper body fall forward on the guardrail. , and then slapped his back hard.

"Cough cough cough cough cough."

After a violent cough, the young man spat out a few blood clots and breathed much easier. He gasped and said instinctively: "Thank you, thank you... I almost went crazy."

Said in Chinese.

"What did he say?" Natasha showed a surprised expression, repeated the pronunciation of "thank you" in Chinese, and said: "This seems to be 'thank you' in Chinese. What is the word after that? What kind of devil?"

Schiller's eyes stopped on the face of the Chinese young man. He kept patting the young man's back. After his breathing rate recovered, he handed him a towel, asked him to wipe the blood around his mouth, and then handed him another towel. Give him a glass of warm water.

Schiller winked at Natasha. Natasha was stunned for a moment, but she still understood Schiller's intention. Then the female agent lowered her face and said to Schiller: "Doctor Schiller, I hope you understand that we He needs to be in a healthy physical and mental state to be questioned, and this is your job.”

"Of course, Ms. Romanov, but he is my patient now, and you are standing here like a torturer, which is obviously not conducive to his recovery. Can you please go out first?"

Natasha glanced coldly at the young man lying on the bed, turned and walked out the door. Schiller stood up to see her out. Before closing the door, Natasha stared at Schiller's face with unkind eyes and said: "Doctor, your extra kindness should be left to those who need it. This guy is just a mob, and a traitor who abandoned his companions and ran away. He doesn't deserve your sympathy."

"Bang!"

The sound of the door closing and the sound of fists hammering on the bed guardrail sounded at the same time. After the door closed, Schiller sighed softly, walked back to the bed, and looked at him with gentle eyes. The Chinese young man said, "Don't be angry. Natasha is one of the agents with a better temper. If you met another agent, you might be in the emergency room now."

The Chinese young man opened his mouth, a trace of anger flashed across his expression. He was about to say something, but a trace of fear flashed across his eyes. He took a deep breath and looked at Schiller and said, "I am not a mob. They are some inhumane law enforcement machines. I didn't abandon my companions!"

"Of course, I believe you." Schiller turned around, took out the medical record book, opened the pen cap, looked at the young man's face and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man instinctively opened his mouth to answer, but it seemed that the words on his lips took a turn again, and were re-made before being spit out.

"Xu... Shang-Chi."