Chapter 1055: Shocking Ordinary Person (Part 32)

That man didn't look at the package he dropped at all, but gently pulled Schiller's shoulders, letting him lean backward so he wouldn't curl up and affect his breathing, then placed his arms flat and began to press and rub the joints of his elbows. His movements were very skilled, just like he had done it countless times.

Eddie walked up, picked up the package, and opened it to see. Inside should be homemade explosives. The power wasn't very great, but it was more than enough to blow a person to death.

Not until Schiller had recovered a bit did that man notice that Eddie behind him had already picked up the package, but his attitude was much calmer than Eddie had imagined. The strange man took off his hood, looked at Eddie, and said, "... What do you plan to do? Call the police?"

Eddie zipped up the leather bag and then threw the explosives back to the strange man directly. That man was startled by his bold action and instead became flustered, receiving the package in a flurry, ensuring the bomb wouldn't suddenly explode due to this rough handling.

"What are you doing? Aren't you afraid the bomb will explode?!" He roared.

"You are a dangerous element carrying explosives, and you are actually afraid the bomb will explode?" Eddie retorted. As a reporter, he was best at finding loopholes in others' words.

"I..." That strange man looked a bit inarticulate and was speechless after being asked like this. But at this time, Eddie took the initiative to lower his posture and said, "Thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, my friend would be in danger."

"I also know a bit of chemistry. The kind of explosives you made are very unsafe. Even if you want to hold it to blow something up, the more likely situation is that you blow yourself up, but the other party is fine." Eddie shook his head and repeated the knowledge about homemade explosives that Venom had just told him.

Eddie was a liberal arts student and knew almost nothing about explosives, but Venom had combined the wisdom of two major science and engineering geniuses.

At the first glance at the explosives just now, he told Eddie that this thing was made too crudely. The explosion direction was uncontrollable, the explosion power was uncontrollable, and even when it would explode was not very controllable. Taking this thing to carry out a terrorist attack was far from enough.

The strange man lowered his head to look at his leather bag, somewhat at a loss. He pursed his lips, pulled up his hood again, and said, "What I want to do has nothing to do with you. Don't say you've seen me. I'm leaving."

Eddie stretched out an arm and blocked his only path. That man pushed his arm, discovered it didn't move at all, as if he had suddenly started to compete with him, and pushed it hard again. Eddie still didn't move.

Eddie turned his head, glanced at him, and asked, "... What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" The strange man retreated two steps somewhat vigilantly. Eddie looked him up and down and said, "I'm a reporter, and I've worked at major newspapers like the Global Times and the New York Daily News."

The man's eyes suddenly lit up, but the fire suddenly went out again. He snorted coldly and said, "Reporter? You should have some limits when telling lies. Would reporters from major newspapers come here?"

After finishing, he wanted to leave again. Eddie's face turned cold. He looked at the man, touched his cheek, and said, "Mask!"

In the next second, the huge black monster's terrifying sharp teeth and fangs hung over the man's head, the scarlet long tongue dripped saliva, and the white spider compound eyes were long and narrow in shape, with an evil expression.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh！！！！！！!"

A high-pitched scream came from the Hell's Kitchen community, but it didn't wake anyone up. There were too many accidental events here. If the victim still had the strength to scream, it meant he didn't need help. The only person who wouldn't think so was Daredevil Matt, but he wasn't here right now.

A few minutes later, the strange man sat somewhat dejectedly next to Schiller, the two of them leaning against the wall corner together, while Eddie stood in front of them. The strange man held the explosive package and said, "... My name is Bowers, you can also call me Bob directly."

"I have a son and a daughter. The son is studying in another place with his mother and is doing quite well, but the daughter..."

Bob fished out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. Turning his head, he saw a pair of glowing eyes staring at him.

Bob glanced at Eddie. Eddie gestured with his chin and said, "My friend is in the withdrawal period. Give him a cigarette to smoke. That will make him feel better."

Bob glanced at Schiller, seeing his pale face and the neck muscles that were still twitching somewhat. This perfectly matched the image of a drug addict in his impression, so he didn't say anything, handed a cigarette to Eddie, and Eddie lit it and handed it to Schiller.

Eddie also walked to Bob's side and squatted down. In the background was Schiller smoking. The two chatted, and chatting was Eddie's specialty.

He squatted on the side of the road holding a cigarette, frowning, shrugging his nose, and grinning. Bob saw this image of his and instinctively shrank back, saying, "Are you really a reporter? I've never seen a reporter with this image. Are you sure you aren't a gang leader from Hell's Kitchen?"

Eddie glanced at him, appearing very dissatisfied with this evaluation of his. However, he also remembered that Dr. Dora, who had cooperated with him to deal with the Life Foundation, had also evaluated him like this. Did he look so unlike a good person?

"Compared to you, I'm much cuter," Venom evaluated. "Falling into my hands, you'd just have your head bitten off. Falling into your hands, you might be sunk into the sea to feed sharks..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Eddie immediately denied it. Following that, he tidied up his expression, relaxed his muscles, revealed a kind smile, and then asked Bob, "You mentioned your daughter just now. What happened to her?"

Bob hesitated for a moment, then looked at Eddie and asked, "Will you write my story in the newspaper?"

"Don't worry, I'm very professional. All names interviewed will be replaced with pseudonyms..."

"No, what I mean is, you must write our story in the newspaper..." Bob suddenly choked up and said, "We have been driven to a dead end!"

"The reason I can handle your friend's situation is because my daughter also has epilepsy, and it's hereditary epilepsy, inherited from her mother." Bob took a deep breath and said, "When the little daughter was 4 years old, we divorced, but it wasn't because of the hereditary disease, but because the eldest son was too rebellious, and we had too many disagreements on education, so we decided to separate."

"At first, she took the two children away, but not long after, the epilepsy my daughter inherited broke out, and her economic situation wasn't as good as mine, and the medical conditions in the small town where she was weren't good either, so she could only send Tina back to me. I have a stable job here, have medical insurance, and also have relatively good medical conditions..."

"You have medical insurance?!" Eddie said somewhat surprised. This was very rare in this kind of neighborhood. If these people had medical insurance, you wouldn't have ended up here.

Some people think that medical care in the United States is free, which also has some truth, but the premise is that one must hold medical insurance, and medical insurance has many levels. Even the cheapest level is not something many people here can afford.

Moreover, low-level medical insurance only provides relatively basic services. Simply put, it can only treat headaches and fever. In the United States, general headaches and fever won't be prescribed medicine, mostly just suggesting you rest more.

And if you want to treat a major illness, you can, but you have to queue. If you are lucky, you can queue up quickly; if you are unlucky, you have to queue for a long time, mainly depending on the richness of medical resources in various places.

Of course, if the donation reaches a certain amount, or if there is special banking membership service, you can also cut the line, but obviously, these are not things poor people can consider.

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So, Eddie felt very surprised when he heard that this man actually had medical insurance. If he could afford medical insurance, he wouldn't have ended up renting a house here. Wouldn't it be better to go to a neighborhood with better public security?

But listening to his thoughts, Bob shook his head and said, "Those were all things in the past. The medical resources in New York are indeed very rich, and my daughter also received treatment. At first, everything was very stable, until... until..."

Bob suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Damn Stark Group! They came up with what flight shuttles, and that... air-space train?"

"I was originally a dispatcher at a bus station. Since the bus company canceled more than twenty lines in New York City, they didn't need so many dispatchers, so I became unemployed."

Eddie frowned and said, "There should be compensation for this kind of unemployment, didn't your boss give it to you?"

"He gave it, but my daughter needed treatment, and she was young, very much in need of nutrition." Bob said with regret, "Before, I didn't anticipate this situation, spent money lavishly, and didn't leave any savings. After unemployment, the final salary and subsidies were spent very quickly."

"I couldn't afford the rent, so I could only move further away. Finally, I moved to the neighborhood on the outskirts here. But when I went to look for a job again, when people heard I lived here, they felt I was an idle homeless person and refused to hire me."

Eddie patted his shoulder and said, "I know, one wrong step leads to wrong steps. I was like this before..."

He sat down beside Bob and said, "I don't know if you like reading newspapers and news, perhaps you will have some impression. I used to be a well-known reporter, interviewed many big figures, including the Tony Stark you mentioned..."

Bob, hearing him say this, immediately turned his head and stared at Eddie's face. He said, "... Did you used to wear black-rimmed glasses? And always liked to wear striped shirts and polka-dot ties?"

Eddie nodded, took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on, then looked at Bob. Bob jumped up in shock and then said, "Eddie Brock?! New York's gold-medal reporter, how, how could you be here?!!"

"This is the story I'm about to tell you, a story about me being hot-headed for a moment, but still not regretting it to this day." Eddie tilted his head to look at Bob, saying with a trace of self-satisfaction, "Believe me, I'm a gold-medal reporter, much better at telling stories than you."

Bob was indeed curious. Eddie leaned against the wall, looked up at the sky, exhaled a smoke ring, and then said, "I heard that someone was grabbing homeless people to do experiments. I punched him during the interview, was banned, and that's it."

Bob was choked up. The expression on his face was as if he were saying "That's all the story you can tell?", but soon, he felt sympathetic and looked at Eddie, saying:

"Those rich people are always like this, right? Clearly, what they have already obtained is enough, yet they still don't give us people a way to live..."

Eddie nodded, following that, he put his gaze on the bomb he was holding in his arms, and used the finger holding the cigarette to point there, saying:

"So, you plan to make them pay a price?"

Bob also lowered his head to look at the bomb in his arms, pursed his lips, and said, "Can't I? Anyway, my daughter and I can't live anymore, they must also pay a price for their behavior..."

"With all due respect, you are very brave, but very stupid." Eddie squinted his eyes and said, "You doing this can't hurt Stark, only yourself." ===== CHAPTER 1056 =====