Chapter 95

Kurt certainly wouldn't believe that he would be framed by Ororo and sold to such a place. But he was cautious by nature, or to put it bluntly, cowardly, and he was quite disgusted by the breath of this gutter bottom.

In contrast, Ororo, who had been wandering in Egypt since childhood and relied on petty theft and pickpocketing skills to make a living, was no stranger to such an environment. Although she wasn't as comfortable as a fish in water, she knew very well how to deal with such a world.

Walking on the abandoned subway line, following the faint light that could only be maintained by stealing electricity from somewhere, Ororo soon saw the graffiti she was looking for, and she turned into an open space.

This place looked like it was going to be built into a subway station, but it was abandoned for some reason. Nowadays, this place seems to form a settlement, and in the dark corners where the light cannot reach, there are quite a few eyes shining with spirit.

"I'm here to find the Bowery King," Ororo said loudly.

A hoarse old man's voice came from the darkness nearby, saying: "There is no one by that name here."

"Then the Beggar King of New York? Does this person not exist either?" Ororo looked at the source of the sound and said: "Come on, it's not the first time I've dealt with him, why be so defensive against me."

"The Storm of the X-Men, you are so dazzling, so shining. It doesn't look like you need to deal with us rats in the sewer."

"Some things are things that those big shots in suits can't do. You help me, and I will help you. I understand this rule," Ororo said.

In the darkness, there was a whisper. After a while, an old beggar leaning on an iron cane walked out of the darkness.

He looked like he had a stroke on his face, half of his face was paralyzed, making him have one eye staring thief-big, while the other eye was squinting at people, which was very scary.

That outfit was hard to describe; dirty, smelly, damaged, and heavy, as if he had put all his family wealth on his body.

He came forward and used the eye that could still move to look up and down at the two. It made Kurt's body numb, and a shivering feeling rushed to the top of his head.

Just as Kurt couldn't take it anymore and intended to grab Ororo and teleport away. The old beggar in front of him finally turned around and said: "Follow me."

The two slowly followed behind the old beggar, walking up the steps of this abandoned subway station. Then, through the smashed wall, they drilled into the basement of an apartment building.

Don't think that this apartment building would be a decent place; street graffiti and the cardboard houses of refugees were all there.

Then they walked up the stairs that looked like no one was guarding. Kurt listened to the sound of the iron cane hitting the ground, accompanied by those sounds, and the feeling that there was a beast beside him that would jump out and bite him at any time lingered.

Finally, in such a repressive atmosphere, they walked to the top floor. After the old beggar opened the door to the rooftop, he turned back along the original path.

Ororo crossed the door first, and Kurt, no matter how reluctant he was, could only follow.

They came to the rooftop of a building, where pigeon cages were placed everywhere, and pigeons were flying out and flying back at any time.

Ororo walked left and right, familiar with the road, and walked into the center of the pigeon cage array. It was much more spacious here, like a small park, with a few benches placed at the edge of the open space.

An old Black man, also dressed as a beggar and getting on in years, raised his hands high after seeing Ororo, and shouted happily: "Aha, Storm of the X-Men, Ms. Ororo Munroe, I thought you would descend from the sky as usual, like an angel."

Ororo stepped forward and gave the old Black man a hug, saying: "If I came by myself, I would have flown over. But today I brought a new friend to recognize the road, I don't want to appear suddenly with him, and then be shot into a sieve by your people with submachine guns."

"Aha, a blue-skinned mutant." The old Black man extended a hand quite gentlemanly and introduced himself: "Bowery King, nice to meet you."

Kurt hurriedly shook hands with the other party and said: "Kurt, Kurt Wagner."

"Oh, Nightcrawler of the X-Men, right."

"Yes, yes, sir."

"Don't be afraid, Kurt. I can call you Kurt, right?"

"Yes, you can, sir."

The old Black man grinned and said: "Kurt, as long as you treat us friendly, we will treat you friendly. You want to get what you want, you have to pay, that's reasonable, right."

"Yes, very reasonable, sir."

The old Black man patted the thin mutant's shoulder and said: "Call me Bowery. Or call me King, most friends call me that to show their respect."

"Okay, King, sir."

"No need for sir, just King," the old Black man smiled.

Bowery King didn't continue to tease the young mutant, but turned to his old acquaintance and said: "Then what is the matter today that makes Storm visit in person."

"Our companion, Jean Grey, she is missing. I need your assistance to find her whereabouts, and then notify us. The reason I brought Kurt over is to let him be responsible for contacting you."

"Oh, another X-Man. What is the reason that makes you so anxious to find this companion? Did she elope with someone? Or steal some valuable secret?" The old Black man had an expression of being very interested in gossip, probing.

Ororo said truthfully: "She is very dangerous now, she flipped two police cars as soon as she met. The police side probably even issued a wanted order, but except for sending more people to die, I don't think they can play any role.

"You don't want New York to stage the kind of great battle in Egypt or Cuba either. No matter what is blown out, it is not what everyone wants to see. The best way is to notify the X-Men to solve it."

"Hehe, notify the X-Men to solve it." The old Black man said: "If we can't solve it ourselves, and it's related to mutants, of course we know to find the X-Men to solve it. Why do you need to bother you to run this trip. Tell me secretly, did you miss me?"

"I'm more afraid that before you think of finding the X-Men, you will hit a wall yourself. By then, if you don't ask us for an explanation, you won't be able to appease your subordinates. Such a result will only make everyone look bad. You say, is this missing you? My King."

As if tempted, Storm extended a finger and scratched Bowery King's chin. Her own white hair began to float, and her two eyes turned white directly, quite like if there was a disagreement, she would output 100,000 volts.

"Haha, haha." The old Black man who retreated, didn't want to taste the feeling of being electrocuted into charcoal again; his skin color was already black enough.

He hurriedly said: "I will notify my people, that rogue X-Man is very dangerous. Just report it, don't have any extra thoughts."

"Right, that's it. You understand us," Ororo smiled.