Chapter 205 Adaptation (1/2)
Counterworld, New York.
As night falls, the streets are busy with traffic, and the overflowing lights reflect the whole city in different colors.
Snap, snap——
In Queens, a few black children were playing basketball on a simple court, and in the distance a few black people were smoking cigarettes.
"Fu**!"
After lowering his head and taking a sip of low-quality whiskey, a black man leaning against the wall couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
In addition to cultivating street hammerers, Queens is also home to drunkards. It is the worst area of New York except for Hell's Kitchen. A large number of black people gather here in groups. They form gangs and hang out on the streets every day with nothing to do. , contributing to New York's policing issues.
"If those damn cops hadn't shut down the Rosedale activity center, I wouldn't have come here to watch a bunch of niggas play basketball..."
"This group of people are chasing a ball all day long. They are a bunch of crazy people."
"Don't underestimate basketball."
After grabbing the whiskey from the complaining black man and taking a sip, a black man with a tattoo on his left cheek said casually.
"I heard those basketball players make more money per game than delivering goods."
"Really or not?"
Hearing this, the black man next to the wall showed a shocked expression on his dark face. He took a sip from the cigarette in his hand and repeatedly confirmed: "Are all rich people so idle?"
"Who knows..."
Shrugging his shoulders, the black man with tattoos on his face looked at the black children spinning around the basketball not far away and said, "I'm not a rich person, how can I know what they are thinking in their hearts."
"I feel like this is all a conspiracy, a complete conspiracy by white people."
As he was drunk, the expression of the black man next to the wall became obviously intoxicated. He stammered and said with obvious conjecture: "They treat black people as commodities and put them on the court to compete, and then give them money through their performance. Score, and then use the value of this score to buy and sell black people at will, just like they bought and sold black slaves in the past, but everything was covered with a skin called basketball. "
There are few black people who join gangs in Queens who don’t think they have encountered racial discrimination.
They blame their situation on society's discrimination against black people, and they also make good use of this discrimination.
"If that's the case, then I would also like to be able to become a commodity."
After pouring a sip of wine into his mouth, the tattooed black man said in an envious tone.
"Have you not seen these basketball players? They live in wealthy areas. After playing basketball every day, they go to the bar. They are always surrounded by a group of estrous bitches. This is simply a dream life."
"Fu**!"
Hearing his accomplice's description, the black man beside the wall couldn't help but curse. Apparently this was also the life he envied.
"Those idiots who were brainwashed by white people can no longer be called black people. They are just a group of puppets..."
Furthermore, even black people became the targets of his curses.
He not only hates white people, but also hates black people who are better off than him.
In the corner of the stadium, just as two idle black gang members were complaining to each other, a voluptuous figure suddenly appeared from a distance under the dim lights of the neighborhood.
…
"Look there."
Grasping the bottle, the black man with tattoos on his face inadvertently caught a glimpse of the figure in the shadows and couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said.
"Did I see it wrong? At this time, there are still people coming here..."
After hearing the reminder from his accomplice, the black man leaning against the wall also noticed the beautiful body under the light. The intoxicated expression in his eyes was a little hazy, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed his crotch.
"Let me go say hello to her."
Stimulated by the desire in his mind, he walked towards the position of the figure without thinking too much. As he got closer, the black man could see the full figure of the figure under the light more and more clearly. This is a woman with long black fluffy hair and very exotic clothing. Her wheat-colored skin and the tooth decoration hanging on her waist give people a primitive wildness.
stop--
Opening his mouth and blowing a whistle, the black man blocked the woman's path with a frivolous expression, and said with an evil look on his face: "Madam, it's not safe to be alone in Queens at night. Do you need my help?"
"OK."
Calypso looked at the black man in front of him who clearly had malicious intentions, and then nodded in agreement.
"Damn it, this idiot full of lust..."
Looking at his accomplices who rushed up first, the black man with tattoos on his face couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
He was not complaining about his accomplice's actions, but regretting that they had taken a step ahead of him.
Under the gaze of the tattooed black man, the accomplice walked up to the woman who was alone in Queens and exchanged a few words.
Just when he thought things would develop into violence as they had in the past, the woman opposite readily agreed to the request of his black accomplice. Watching the two figures walking towards the alley, the envious expression on the tattooed black man's face became more obvious.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have reminded him just now.
Just like that, under the annoyed gaze of the tattooed black man, the two walked into the alley just as he was hesitating whether to go there too.
Suddenly, the woman who went in together from the alley came out again and waved to him.
"So fast?!"
Seeing this, the tattooed black man showed a surprised expression on his face, and then turned into a somewhat contemptuous smile. He picked up the whiskey in his hand and drank the little remaining alcohol in the bottle, and then walked towards the alley with confident steps.
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Snap, snap——
“Give it to me…”
On the court, several black children were sweating.
With a shout, the thrown basketball brushed the fingertips and flew out of the court. After bouncing on the ground for a few times, it rolled towards the alley in the distance.
“Damn, can’t you shoot more accurately.”
Looking at the basketball rolling away, the black children playing basketball complained to each other, and the black man who passed the ball was sent to pick up the ball in the shove.
The dim lights on both sides of the Queen Street District hit the entrance of the alley. The black child who picked up the ball turned his head and glanced at the impatient people on the court, and finally mustered up the courage to run into the alley.
Walking into the alley, the stench of corruption seemed to become a little stronger.
Frowning and pinching his nose, the black child did not associate too much with the smell of corruption. After all, the garbage disposal situation in Queens has never been very good, and this smell often appears in the streets.
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"Where did it go?"
Pinching his nose, the black child searched for the falling basketball in the dim alley.
"Found it!"
Finally, a vague outline was seen a little further away from the entrance.
Kacha——
Stepping forward, the black child reached out and picked up the 'basketball' in the alley, but the strange touch from his fingertips changed the expression on his face a little.
As the 'basketball' was picked up, the smell of corruption that filled the tip of the nose became stronger. Even pinching the nose could not stop it. He looked down at the 'basketball' in his hand. Through the dim light of the street lamp outside the alley, the child finally saw clearly that the 'basketball' in his hand was a shriveled and weightless human head. The human head had a big mouth and stared at him silently with a pair of dark eyes without soul.
"Ah!"
...
Bang, bang!
New York, Bleecker Street, Sanctuary.
Doctor Strange's base.
Stephen moved his feet, chanting spells in his mouth, and a shield composed of magic circles appeared in front of him with the change of gestures, blocking the fatal blow in front of him.
The magic circle in his hand was broken, and there was no change in the expression on Doctor Strange's white-bearded face. He still calmly took out a sharp dagger from his arms and cut his palm.
As the wound on the palm appeared, the flowing blood instantly turned into a sharp blade and flew towards the figure on the opposite side along with Doctor Strange's spell.
Facing these attacks that were obviously magical, Peggy Carter's expression behind the shield remained calm, and she used the shield in her hand to continuously block the blade's attack.
The blade formed by Doctor Strange's blood magic obviously had a strong corrosive effect, and instantly formed corrosion marks of varying depths on Carter's shield.
Seeing this, Carter no longer hesitated. The shield she was holding was just an ordinary shield, far less useful than the shield used by Steve Rogers during World War II. Changing her movements to block the flying magic blade, Carter turned sideways and exerted force with both feet at the same time. At the moment of jumping into the air, she swung the shield and smashed it hard at the figure in front of her.
Carter's set of attacks was extremely swift. As the attacker, Doctor Strange seemed to have no time to react, and could only watch the shield continue to enlarge in his eyes.
However, at the moment when the shield was about to hit her,
Carter withdrew his strength and let the shield in his hand stop in front of Doctor Strange.
"I won."
Looking down at the bumpy shield in his hand, Carter turned his eyes to Doctor Strange Stephen in front of him and said.
"You shouldn't hold back."
Faced with Carter's action of holding back, Doctor Strange did not show any gratitude. As his voice fell, the Doctor Strange in front of Carter disappeared instantly, and at the same time, another Doctor Strange appeared from behind Carter.
The form of Archon, a spell learned by Doctor Strange by looking through magic books, can create a clone to fight through magic.
"I didn't expect you to have this trick."
Looking at Doctor Strange who disappeared and reappeared in front of her, Carter shook her head and admitted her negligence.
…
In the past, she had never fought against an opponent like Doctor Strange, and the opponent's endless magic attacks during the fight made Carter a little dazzled.
"Magic is indeed a very magical power."
At the same time, Carter couldn't help but sigh at Doctor Strange's magic power.
“It is also quite dangerous.”
Doctor Strange could sense the emotion in Carter's tone, and he reminded him in a low voice: "Any magic has a price, it's just a matter of how much. Just like the previous summoning ritual, I summoned you at a huge cost."
"The person you wanted to summon was not me."
Hearing this, Carter nodded and looked at Doctor Strange in front of him and said.
"That's why I said this is a dangerous ability."
To this, Doctor Strange answered calmly.
Just in silence, Doctor Strange looked at Carter in front of him and said: "How is your new body?"
"Very powerful."
As someone who was active in World War II and briefly succeeded Steve as Captain America, Carter quickly adjusted his mentality with his own abilities.
As the first successful experimenter of super soldier serum, Captain America's physical qualities are obviously stronger than Carter imagined.
For example, the battle with Doctor Strange, such a fierce battle.
If she were in the past, even when she was Captain America, she couldn't be as relaxed as she is now.
After succeeding Steve as Captain America, Carter once tried to join the experiment of super soldier serum. Unfortunately, before she could start the experiment, the news of the defeat of the United States had already spread. At that time, the entire Allied forces were in a miserable state, and naturally no one mentioned any experiments.
"I feel that there is still a lot of power in this body that has not been tapped, so it takes more time to adapt. In addition..."
Carter glanced at the bumpy shield in his hand and said in a complicated tone.
"This shield is not as good as the original one."
Following Carter's description and looking at the shield in her hand, Doctor Strange thought and said, "I will find a way to solve this problem."
In history, Captain America's shield was made by Howard Stark using special metal materials.
At present, although Doctor Strange cannot completely replicate this manufacturing process, it does not mean that he has no other way.
Recently, he was reading materials and had gained some ideas from the magic recorded in the "Solomon's Small Key". He planned to build a solid shield with magical power for Carter.
"I didn't disturb you, did I?"
Just as the two were talking to each other, a slightly hesitant voice appeared.
Then, Banner, with a dried head hanging around his waist, appeared in the hall, looking at Doctor Strange and the sturdy Captain America, or Peggy Carter.
In Doctor Strange's reminder, although Banner no longer held the dried head as before, he was unwilling to put it down easily. After all, the ghosts that could be seen everywhere in the whole house were still very scary. Therefore, at his request, Doctor Strange specially made a rope and let him hang the head on his body, which could not only provide the effect of warding off evil spirits, but also reduce the impact of the head on him.
"Just now, there was a strange sound in the basement. It sounded like a crow screaming, which scared me."
Under the gaze of Doctor Strange, Banner relayed the creepy sound he heard.
Hearing Banner's description, Doctor Strange instantly restrained his expression and became a little more solemn.
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