Chapter 86: Travel Notes of Hell's Kitchen

In the morning of New York, a ray of light shone in through the crack of the curtains. Shiler, who was still sleeping, was woken up by the voice of the symbiote.

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I want to eat brains... eat one brain, eat two brains, eat three brains..."

Shiler sat up from the bed helplessly and said: "You can still be hungry?"

The symbiote didn't answer him, just humming there alone. The symbiote asked: "Are they not coming?"

"Who?"

"Those brains."

So in your eyes, superheroes are just brains?

But if you have to say so, there is no problem. After all, there are not many superheroes with brains, and most of them gathered here with him.

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I want to eat the blue-eyed brain first, and save the brown-eyed one for the next day..."

Shiler discovered that the symbiote seemed to be really hungry. It kept transmitting a feeling of hunger to Shiler's mind through brain waves, making Shiler also a bit hungry.

He first walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and took some chocolate to eat, but the symbiote didn't stop shouting hunger at all.

What made Shiler a bit puzzled was that he stayed in DC for a relatively long time this time, and the result was that on the night he met the Godfather, he was almost delirious with exhaustion.

Shiler is not a person who sleeps a lot. When working normally, he relies on coffee to refresh himself. He can sleep only 4 hours a day, and this state can be maintained for a week without feeling sleepy.

But on the day before he came to Marvel, he was full of exhaustion and drowsiness just because he didn't sleep for a day accompanying Gordon, which made Shiler think of his ability to shuttle between two worlds. Where does this ability come from? And what are the limitations?

After thinking for a while, Shiler found that he couldn't get the answer from the existing clues, so he decided to solve the matter of the symbiote shouting hunger first.

The symbiote wants to eat brains. Shiler actually doesn't mind finding a few criminals' brains to eat in Hell's Kitchen. He is not Batman and doesn't follow the no-killing rule. Anyway, in this ghost place of Hell's Kitchen, although it is not as good as Cat Getan, it is still possible to find a few heinous criminals.

"Will you bite a person's head off?"

"Do you want me to do that?"

"No, of course not. You have to know that dining has etiquette. We can't be so bloody, that's too uncivilized. You can drill directly into their heads and then eat the brain, but don't make it bloody..."

"Okay, that's fine..."

He really wanted to bite the head off!

Shiler thought, all symbiotes have an ancestor, so they are surprisingly similar in some aspects.

Shiler got dressed and went out, planning to stroll around Hell's Kitchen to see if he could meet a few unlucky robbers.

Although Hell's Kitchen is not as outstanding and simple in folk customs as Cat Getan, it is not bad.

Just as Shiler walked to the corner convenience store, he saw a person wearing a black down jacket with both hands in his pockets walk in. The telepathy could vaguely feel his current emotions. Shiler stared at him from the opposite side of the street. Sure enough, he took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the boss behind the counter.

Shiler just wanted to walk over when he saw the shop owner take out a bigger gun from under the counter and point it at the robber. The unlucky robber raised his hands and retreated slowly, running out of the store in a slip.

Well, it seems his luck is not good. The first robber he met was a stupid thief, and a novice. Robbing in Hell's Kitchen, he dared to only take a pistol. It would be strange if he wasn't beaten into a sieve.

Shiler continued to walk forward, crossed a small bridge of the drainage ditch, and walked through the back of an old clothing store.

This place in Hell's Kitchen is somewhat similar to Cat Getan. Although they are chaotic, evil, and full of criminals, they also have a charming vitality and vitality.

Not far from Shiler's clinic, there is a famous graffiti street. The style of all buildings here is colorful. The structure of the house is like being stacked with various colorful containers. The alleys are narrow and small, and various storefronts are also full of retro styles of the 1930s. Even the hot dog stall, the hot dog cart is a shed made of iron sheets, and the car body is covered with various exaggerated colorful graffiti.

It has to be said that this colorful style appears in such a slum. Thinking about it carefully, it feels absurd, but it looks very harmonious. Compared with Cat Getan, this place is much more sunny and energetic.

If there are too many people in Cat Getan City who are wrapped in evil and sin, and too many souls struggling to survive by crime, then Hell's Kitchen, besides criminals, also has many rebels who don't want to be bound by the secular society and actively escape from the orderly society. They live freely and happily here, bringing different vitality here.

With a "chi la" sound on the iron plate, the hot dog turned over. The young man wearing an orange and red intertwined apron had brown skin and blue eyes. He raised the shovel in his hand, then turned his head, and quickly scooped up the potato wedges. He said lightly with a Mexican accent: "Want some of my special chili? Guaranteed to keep you awake all day! No charge!"

"You are from Mexico?" Shiler stood in front of the hot dog stall and asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I said I was a native American, but the fact is just like this, it's just that my mother brought me over secretly. When I was very young, we crossed the border."

The Mexican guy's tone has always been very cheerful, and like his movements of making hot dogs, it carries the hot style unique to South America.

"She is now working in a clothing factory in the east of Manhattan. I have liked cooking since I was a child and inherited a good craft from her. Gonzalez's hot dog is definitely the best in Hell's Kitchen! You can't eat such authentic Mexican hot dogs anywhere else!"

"But isn't Mexico's specialty tacos?"

"Forget it, you Americans are not used to eating corn tortillas. I used to know how to make some tacos, but no one bought them at all."

"You know how to make them? Then give me one. When I traveled to Mexico before, what I liked most was the corn rolls and avocado soup there."

Gonzalez snapped his fingers, showed an enthusiastic smile and said: "You really have taste, Gonzalez's corn rolls are also the best in Hell's Kitchen!"

Saying that, he began to prepare things to make corn rolls. Several children ran over playing football. Smelling the fragrance, they all gathered in front of the hot dog stall. Gonzalez waved his hand and said: "There are no fried corn chips now, you wait a while and come back."

Several children stretched their necks to look, found that there was really nothing they wanted to eat, and ran away playing football again. Gonzalez flipped the corn thin pancakes while saying: "These little ghosts, come over every day to ask me for corn chips. They can eat that big bucket of corn chips in a few minutes. But speaking of which, I am also like this. When I was a child, I always felt I couldn't eat enough..."

"Are they not really hungry?"

"Of course not. The black child who led the team, his father is a freight driver in Hell's Kitchen. Whatever is left on that truck is enough for their whole family to eat. The other children's parents also have proper jobs, so eating enough is not a problem."

"Although the slums in New York are also very chaotic, they are much stronger than those in Mexico. Most people here can eat enough."

Soon, hot dogs, tacos, and soup were ready. Gonzalez was very agile in packing everything, his movements like gorgeous acrobatics, and then handed them to Shiler. Shiler paid the money and left more tips. Gonzalez was very happy. He tapped the desktop with a shovel and said: "You are a friend of the Gonzalez family. I will give you a discount next time!"

Shiler waved at him. After leaving, he continued to walk forward along this graffiti street.

In fact, there are not many criminal activities in Hell's Kitchen during the day. The sun shines on the strange buildings, bringing better light and shadow than various regular buildings on New York streets. Messy wires extend all the way to the distance on the head. In the narrow alleys, various flashy motorcycles and pain cars are stacked and parked. In the distance, you can hear the laughter and screams of children.

Shiler discovered that just like Cat Getan, although this place is chaotic, it also has its unique vitality.

If there are many people in Cat Getan who have no choice, then many people in Hell's Kitchen are not abandoned by society, but they abandoned the orderly society.

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Also, the gang hierarchy here is not as strict as Cat Getan. If it were in Cat Getan, the person who just rushed into the convenience store and wanted to rob, the boss would ask which gang he belongs to, which street the gang he belongs to belongs to, who is his immediate boss, whether he wants to start a war, and it might even cause a small-scale gang skirmish.

But Hell's Kitchen is different. The boss here won't care which gang you belong to. If you dare to rob, you have to be prepared to be shot. No matter who you are, they will pick up guns and defend their industry to the death.

To some extent, the folk customs here are even simpler. Don't look at the Mexican hot dog guy's enthusiastic service, Shiler saw two big guns behind his hot dog cart. If any gang that doesn't open its eyes dares to come over to rob him, Gonzalez will definitely let them see the enthusiasm from Mexico.

But at the same time, Gonzalez is also happy to pay protection money to the gangs on this street. Gang members also like to come to him to buy breakfast, and he will even give them a discount.

There are not so many tragic and painful stories here as Cat Getan. Most people are struggling for a living on the road to pursuing freedom, living as they please and indulging, just like the rock music that often plays on American road movies, revealing a unique sense of humor.

If Satan entered Cat Getan, he would have several layers of skin peeled off by the layered, strictly ordered underworld, then be invited by the Godfather for a "chat," perhaps even take a club to the head from some spandex-clad freak, and then be pushed by the police into a mental hospital, where he wouldn't dream of leaving without paying.

But in Hell's Kitchen, if Satan comes here, people here will pick up pots and pans and swarm up, chop Satan into pieces and then fry, stir-fry, cook, and fry, and even have a food competition of various countries and races.

Everyone here is a cook. Their cooking skills are not superb, but almost everyone can feel happy in the process of cooking the devil.

This is Hell's Kitchen, a place that pursues extreme freedom, chaotic, happy, and wild.

No one can be the emperor here, and no one is the savior here. No matter how big the gang is, it won't work.

All the people here and their lives represent extreme rebellion against those boring orderly societies. This is the biggest graffiti on the map of New York, messy, but colorful, and no one can wipe it off. ===== CHAPTER 87 =====