Chapter 1055: Shocking the Ordinary People (32)

The man didn't even look at the package he had thrown away. Instead, he gently pulled Schiller's shoulders and asked him to lean back, not to curl up and affect his breathing. Then he laid his arms flat and began to massage the joints of his elbows. His movements were very skilled, as if he had done it countless times.

Eddie walked up, picked up the package, and opened it. It should be homemade explosives. The power was not too great, but it was more than enough to kill a person.

It wasn't until Schiller recovered a little that the man noticed that Eddie behind him had 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 are you going to do? Call the police?"

Eddie zipped up his briefcase and threw the explosives back to the strange man. The man was startled by his bold move and panicked. He took the package in a hurry to ensure that the bomb would not explode suddenly due to such rough handling.

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

"You are a dangerous person carrying explosives, and you are afraid of bomb explosions?" Eddie asked back. As a reporter, he is best at finding loopholes in other people's words.

"I..." The strange man seemed a little taciturn. When asked this question, he was a little speechless, 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 little bit of chemistry. The explosives you made are very unsafe. Even if you want to hold him to blow something up, the more likely situation is that you will blow yourself to death, but the other person will be fine." Eddie shook his head and repeated the knowledge about homemade explosives that Venom had just told him.

Eddie is a liberal arts student and knows almost nothing about explosives, but Venom is a combination of the wisdom of two geniuses in science and engineering.

When he saw the explosives for the first time, he told Eddie that this thing was too simple, the explosion direction was uncontrollable, the explosion power was uncontrollable, and even when it would explode was not very controllable. It is far from enough to use this thing to carry out terrorist attacks.

The strange man looked down at his bag, somewhat at a loss. He pursed his lips, pulled up his hood 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 path. The man pushed his arm and found that it didn't move at all. As if he suddenly got more excited, he pushed it again, but Eddie still didn't move.

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

"Why should I tell you?" The strange man took two steps back with some caution. Eddie looked him up and down, then said, "I'm a reporter, and I've worked for big newspapers such as the Global Times and the New York Daily."

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 lying. Will reporters from big newspapers come here?"

After saying that, he was about to leave again. Eddie's face turned cold. He looked at the man, I touched my cheek, and then said, "Mask!"

The next second, the huge black monster's terrible fangs and sharp teeth hung over the man's head, the scarlet long tongue dripped saliva, the white spider compound eyes were narrow and long, and the expression was evil.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!"

A high-pitched scream came from the community of Hell's Kitchen, but it did not wake anyone up. There were too many accidents here. If the victim still had the energy to scream, it meant that he did not need help. The only person who would not think so was Daredevil Matt, but he was not here now.

A few minutes later, the strange man sat down next to Schiller in a somewhat depressed manner. The two leaned against the corner of the wall together, and Eddie stood in front of them. The strange man held the explosive pack and said: "... My name is Bowers, you can also call me Bob directly."

"I have a son and a daughter. My son is studying in another place with his mother. He is doing well, but my daughter..."

Bob took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and turned his head to see a pair of shining eyes staring at him.

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

Bob glanced at Schiller and saw his pale face and still twitching neck muscles. This perfectly matched his impression of a hidden gentleman, so he said nothing and handed a cigarette to Eddie. 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 forte.

He squatted on the side of the road holding a cigarette, frowning, shrugged his nose, and grinned. Seeing his image, Bob instinctively shrank back and said, "Are you really a reporter? I have never seen a reporter with this image. Are you sure you are not a gangster from Hell's Kitchen?"

Eddie glanced at him, as if he was very dissatisfied with his evaluation, but he also remembered that Dr. Dora, who had cooperated with him to deal with the Life Foundation, had also evaluated him in this way before. Does he look like a bad person?

"Compared to you, I'm much cuter." Venom commented: "If it falls into my hands, it will just be bitten off the head. If it falls into your hands, it may be sunk into the sea to feed sharks..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Eddie immediately denied, then he sorted out his expression, relaxed his muscles, showed a kind smile, and then asked Bob: "You mentioned your daughter just now, what happened to her?"

Bob hesitated, then looked at Eddie and asked: "Will you write about me in the newspaper?"

"Don't worry, I'm very professional, all the names interviewed will be replaced by pseudonyms..."

"No, I mean, you must write about us in the newspaper..." Bob suddenly choked up and said: "We are desperate!"

"The reason why I can deal with your friend's situation is, Because my daughter also has epilepsy, and it is hereditary epilepsy, inherited from her mother. "Bob took a deep breath and said, "When my youngest daughter was 4 years old, we divorced, but it was not because of genetic diseases, but because the eldest son was too rebellious. We had too big differences in education, so we decided to separate."

"At first, she took the two children away, but not long after, my daughter's inherited epilepsy broke out, and her financial situation was not as good as mine, and the medical conditions in the town where she lived were not good, so she had to send Tina back to me. I have a stable job here, medical insurance, and better medical conditions..."

"You have medical insurance?!" Eddie said in surprise. This is very rare in this kind of neighborhood. If these people had medical insurance, you would not have fallen here.

Some people think that medical care in the United States is free, which is also reasonable, but the premise is that you must have medical insurance, and medical insurance has many levels, even the cheapest one, not many people here can afford it.

Moreover, low-end medical insurance only provides relatively basic services. In simple terms, it can only treat headaches and fevers. In the United States, they will not prescribe medicine for headaches and fevers. Most of them just suggest you to rest more.

If you want to treat serious illnesses, you can, but you have to queue up. If you are lucky, you can get in line quickly, but if you are unlucky, you have to wait for a long time. It mainly depends on the richness of medical resources in various places.

Of course, if the donation reaches a certain amount, or there are special membership services in the bank, you can also jump the queue, but obviously this is not something that the poor can consider.

So, Eddie was very surprised to hear that this man actually had medical insurance. If he could afford medical insurance, he would not come here to rent a house. Wouldn’t it be better to go to a better neighborhood?

But after hearing his thoughts, Bob shook his head and said, "That was all in the past. New York does have abundant medical resources, and my daughter received treatment. Everything was stable at first, until... until..."

Bob suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Damn Stark Group! What kind of shuttle did they come up with, and that... sky train?"

"I was a dispatcher at the bus station. Since the bus company cancelled more than 20 routes on the inner loop of New York City, they no longer needed so many dispatchers, so I lost my job."

Eddie frowned and said, "Unemployment in this situation, There should be compensation, didn't your boss give it to you?"

"He gave it to you, but my daughter needs medical treatment, she is young and needs nutrition." Bob said with some regret: "Before, I didn't expect this situation, I spent money lavishly and didn't save much. After I lost my job, my last salary and subsidy were quickly spent."

"I couldn't afford the rent, so I had to move to a more remote place. Finally, I moved to a neighborhood outside this place, but when I went to find a job again, when people heard that I lived here, they thought I was an idle vagrant and refused to hire me."

Eddie patted him on the shoulder and said "I know, one wrong step leads to another, I was like that too..."

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

When Bob heard what he said, he immediately turned his head and stared at Eddie's face. He said, "... Did you wear black-framed glasses before? And you always liked to wear striped shirts and polka-dot ties?"

Eddie nodded, took out a pair of black-framed glasses from his pocket and put them on, then looked at Bob. Bob was shocked. jumped up and said, "Eddie Brock?! New York's top reporter, why are you here?!!"

"This is the story I want to tell you, a story about how I got carried away for a while, but I still don't regret it." Eddie tilted his head to look at Bob, and said with a hint of complacency: "Believe me, I'm a top reporter, I can tell stories better than you."

Bob was really curious. Eddie leaned against the wall, looked up at the sky, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then said: "I heard that someone caught homeless people for experiments. I punched him while interviewing him and was banned. It's that simple."

Bob was choked, and the expression on his face seemed to say, "That's all you can say about being a storyteller?" But soon, he felt sympathy and looked at Eddie and said, "Those rich guys are always like this, right? They have already gained enough, but they don't give us a chance to survive..." Eddie nodded, then turned his eyes to the bomb in his arms, pointed at it with his cigarette hand and said, "So, you plan to make them pay a price?" Bob also looked down at the bomb in his arms, pursed his lips and said, "No? Anyway, my daughter and I can't survive, and they must pay the price for their actions..." "Excuse me, you are brave, but stupid." Eddie squinted and said, "You can't hurt Stark by doing this, you can only hurt yourself." ()