Chapter 1290: The Interstellar Grand Stage (Part 14)

To the east of the Bronx, there is the largest Chinatown in this area. More than 200 Chinese restaurants have been operating here for over a hundred years, and almost every area where Chinese people gather is sleepless. Every restaurant here will open until the second half of the night.

It must be admitted that businessmen who can make a name for themselves in a foreign land are somewhat money-oriented and don't care about their lives.

Although the Bronx is now very chaotic, with protesters and police eyeing each other, not a single Chinese restaurant has closed. They even provide takeout services for the protesting crowd and the police.

On the streets of protest activities, you can often see Chinese kitchen helpers wearing white kung fu shirts carrying large and small bags of meal boxes, running from the protest crowd to the police.

Most police officers don't care about Chinese people at all, because they know that most Asians are very obedient, the crime rate is extremely low, and they are not good at using firearms, so the probability of causing trouble is very small. Therefore, even though they saw them just coming from the protest crowd, the police didn't care at all, and still had time to joke with their colleagues.

In New York in the summer, standing in the sun for 10 minutes will make you sweat profusely. The police all opened the trunks of their cars to block the sun above their heads, holding meal boxes in their hands, somewhat clumsily fiddling with spoons or chopsticks.

"Hey, that kid, yes, you. Seriously, can't you give me a fork? How exactly am I supposed to use these two small wooden sticks to get this damn noodle up?" A police officer with graying hair and a rather old age held a box of square noodles in his hand, somewhat flustered.

His young colleague next to him was laughing heartily, blocking the path of the Chinese youth who was coming up, and said: "Hey, you can't give it to him. He is practicing racial discrimination. You have to use chopsticks to eat Eastern food!"

The Chinese youth revealed a fake smile that was not a smile, waved his hand at the police, and said: "If there's nothing else, I'm going to deliver the food, Officer."

The two police officers pushed and shoved each other and started making a scene, and had no time to bother with him anymore. The Chinese youth rolled his eyes, walked to his bicycle, picked up another stack of meal boxes, and walked toward another group of police officers.

But just then, a team of people suddenly rushed out from the opposite side of the small alley. The leader was a red-haired female agent who pointed a revolver at the Chinese youth and said: "Don't run!"

The Chinese youth's eyes were like lightning. Instantly, the meal boxes in his hands were thrown away by him. With two "bang-bang" gunshots, the noodles and rice came to a scattering of flowers in the sky.

The Chinese youth should have turned around and run, but looking at the food scattered on the ground, he revealed a pained look, and his footsteps hesitated. Just then, the agents had already chased up.

The Chinese youth flipped onto the roof of the police car, then slid down along the hood, and kicked down the police officer who was drawing his gun.

Most of the police officers were holding meal boxes and eating. The change happened too fast, and most people didn't react. The Chinese youth broke through the police blockade in a few rounds and ran toward the depths of the small alley.

"Chase him!" the leading female agent shouted.

The police couldn't help much, but the agents moved fast. Clearly, this was a premeditated arrest operation. This was not the territory where the Chinese youth often operated, and he was not as familiar with the terrain as these agents who had stepped on the spot in advance.

The Chinese youth ran through a small alley. He looked back at the agents who were chasing tighter and tighter, stopped his steps, made a sharp turn, and rushed into another small alley. He rushed in and made another turn. What appeared in front of him was not another way to live, but a wall. This was a dead end.

Fortunately, the protest crowd had thrown a pile of abandoned propaganda wooden boards here. The Chinese youth picked up a huge wooden sign, tore off the paper that was in the way at the bottom of the sign in two or three strokes, grabbed the wooden pole, and leaped flexibly like a pole vault, jumping onto the wall of the small alley.

He sneered, made a face at the chasing agents, and jumped to the other end of the small alley. But the next second, a dazzling light flashed, and the Chinese youth saw a complex pattern appear under his feet.

With a "swish," the magical prison lit up. The red-haired female agent holding the wand walked up, narrowed her eyes, looked at the Chinese youth, and said: "Why are you running?!"

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

The red-haired female agent pulled out her ID from her pocket, "slapped" it open, and said: "S. H. I. E. L. D. special important field agent Seeing Natasha Romanoff, now launching an investigation into you for six charges including unauthorized use of super-powers, assaulting police, and refusing to cooperate with the investigation. Do you have any objections?"

"I..." The Chinese youth was just about to speak, but Seeing Natasha interrupted him, looking impatient, and said: "If you didn't run, we could have sat in the restaurant and talked while eating breakfast. You are not a criminal, why are you running?!"

The Chinese youth opened his mouth, looked Seeing Natasha up and down, as if he didn't recognize her, although he shouldn't have recognized her in the first place.

"Don't be like this, Seeing Natasha, we should be polite to this young man." Another man walked out from the corner. It was obvious he was not an agent. He didn't wear field uniforms, just wore a turtleneck sweater and glasses, looking quite scholarly.

Bruce Banner pushed his glasses, walked to the side of the magical prison, looked at the Chinese youth, and said: "Sorry, child, we went to your house to look for you, just to ask, what happened in that protest activity that broke out on Duolang Street in the Bronx on the 6th? According to the investigation, it seems you had a conflict with the police, and in the end you ran away, and your companions were arrested."

The Chinese youth froze for a moment, then revealed an angry expression. He grabbed the bars and shouted loudly: "The police fired at us and wanted to beat us. Why can't I resist?!"

After saying this, he began to constantly pound the bars of the magical cage, but Seeing Natasha walked closer without haste and said: "Your companions resisted the police with you, but you abandoned them and fled, causing them to go to prison and ruining their future. Is this what you want?"

"You bunch of damn devils! You will go to hell!

"

Accompanied by the Chinese youth's roar, his muscles began to tighten uncontrollably, and they grew bigger and bigger. Fine air currents swirled around him, and he pounded with increasing speed, far exceeding the frequency that ordinary human muscles could withstand.

Banner and Seeing Natasha both retreated a step vigilantly. Banner narrowed his eyes and said: "... Mutant?"

"No, this is not innate talent." The experienced female agent judged: "It is very likely acquired cultivation, just like Matt."

"He looks like he is about to lose control. Do you need me to take action?" Banner stared seriously at the Chinese youth constantly roaring in the cage. He said somewhat annoyed: "If I had known it was this kind of uncontrollable super-powered individual, I wouldn't have come here with you. We should have brought more people."

Seeing Natasha extended a hand, blocking Banner who wanted to approach. She carefully observed the Chinese youth's expression, then boldly stepped forward and said: "Your companions are still in the accusation period and have not been truly convicted. If you explode and hurt people now, especially if you hurt S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, you will go to prison with them."

"But if you can calm down and talk, and explain what is going on, then everything still has room for turnaround. I found that you are very distrustful of police and agents, but I must tell you that someone planned all this behind the scenes, with the purpose of using reckless young people like you to cause a great disaster." Seeing Natasha specifically slowed down her speech, and used standard American English to face the Chinese youth.

But the Chinese youth looked painful. He kept pounding the cage and said: "Stay away from me, I am somewhat unable to control it. This power didn't originally belong to me, I can't..."

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

Banner hesitated, but still nodded and said: "Hulk has vented, anger is at a bottleneck, I can borrow a small part of his power."

The female agent gave up her position, but Banner still turned to look at her and said: "You won't kill him, right?"

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

Hearing Seeing Natasha's guarantee, Banner walked to the back of the cage. He reached out and grabbed the twitching youth, and then knocked him unconscious. The agents who were chasing the Chinese youth walked behind Seeing Natasha. Seeing Natasha glanced at Banner and said: "Thank you for believing in S. H. I. E. L. D."

"I believe in you."

Dim light flickered constantly before his eyes. In a trance, it seemed someone was calling his name. The air currents in his body were running around uncontrollably, bringing huge pain.

Schiller looked at the Asian youth lying on the hospital bed, reached out and waved in front of him. The youth kept twitching and looked very painful. Schiller just wanted to increase the concentration of the sedative, when he saw the youth tighten his upper body forcefully, lift his head, and "wow" spit out a mouthful of blood.

Schiller, sitting on the side, and Seeing Natasha, standing at the end of the bed, were both stunned. Seeing Natasha was the first to raise both hands and said: "We absolutely didn't beat him. Banner knocked him unconscious, and he controlled the strength and didn't hurt him."

Schiller furrowed his brows. He found that the youth's lips were somewhat purple and his breathing was not smooth. He hurriedly untied the bindings fixing the youth's arms, helped him up, let his upper body lean forward and lie on the guardrail, and then patted his spine forcefully.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough."

After a burst of violent coughing, the youth spat out a few blood clots, his breathing became much smoother. While panting, he instinctively said: "Thank you, thank you... almost went into fire deviation."

Said in Chinese.

"What did he say?" Seeing Natasha revealed 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 behind it? What magic?"

Schiller's eyes stopped on the Chinese youth's face. He kept patting the youth's back. After his breathing frequency returned to normal, he handed him a towel, let him wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then handed him a cup of warm water.

Schiller gave Seeing Natasha a wink. Seeing Natasha froze for a moment, but still understood Schiller's intention. So the female agent darkened her face and said to Schiller: "Dr. Schiller, I hope you understand that we need him to have a healthy physical state and mental state to accept questioning, and this is your duty."

"Of course, Ms. Romanoff, but now he is my patient, and you standing here with the posture of an interrogator is obviously not conducive to his recovery. Can you please go out first?"

Seeing Natasha coldly glanced at the youth lying on the bed, turned and walked out the door. Schiller sent her out. Before Seeing Natasha closed the door, she stared at Schiller's face with unkind eyes and said: "Doctor, you should keep those extra kindnesses for those who need them. This guy is just a mob, and a traitor who abandoned his companions. He is not worth your sympathy."

"Bang!"

The sound of the door closing and the sound of a fist hammering against the hospital bed railing rang out simultaneously. After the door closed, Shiler sighed softly, walked back to the bedside, and looked at the Chinese youth with a gentle gaze, saying, "Don't be angry. Seeing Natasha is already considered to have a relatively good temper among agents. If you had encountered other agents, you might already be in the emergency room right now."

The Chinese youth opened his mouth, a flash of anger crossing his expression. He was just about to say something, but a trace of fear flickered in his eyes. He took a deep breath, looked at Shiler, and said, "I am not a rioter. They are the ones who are inhumane law enforcement machines, and I did not abandon my companions!"

"Of course, I believe you." Shiler turned around, took out a medical record book, opened the pen cap, and looked at the youth's face as he asked, "What is your name?"

The youth instinctively opened his mouth to answer, but the words seemed to take a detour once they reached his lips, being reprocessed before finally being spat out.

"Xu... Shang-Chi."