Marvel: I Have Severe Mental Disorder

Hell's Kitchen.

Hell's Kitchen.

An area on the west coast of Manhattan Island in New York City.

It is generally a rectangular area bounded by 59th Street and 34th Street in the north and south, Eighth Avenue in the east, and the Hudson River in the west.

It is known for its cluttered and backward living quality, serious ethnic conflicts and high crime rates.

This rectangular area is Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen.

This is the novice village in the Marvel world.

It is also one of the landmark buildings in the Marvel world and has a good reputation.

Hell's Kitchen serves as the sinful center of the Marvel universe. Although there are only eight small streets, the evil here is probably not comparable to the eight Satans.

When you are walking on the streets of Hell's Kitchen, even in broad daylight, there may still be a black man with a hood coming to your side, holding a cold object against your lower back, He smiled and said to you, Hey, buddy, take out all the Franklins in your pocket.

Brother to borrow some money to spend money, I want to get some fans.

Oh, right!

Please remember not to bring large denominations of Franklins, such as fifty or one hundred Franklins.

Because according to legend, the old black buddies can't count, they don't believe that there is a fifty or a hundred denomination Franklin in this world.

And here, you will see what is called a crime?

What is the ugly side of human nature?

Even scarier than the day is the night in Hell's Kitchen.

In the night of Hell's Kitchen, all kinds of three religions and nine streams are wandering.

From the little addict, the pimp to the hand union, Jin Bing's men.

Even some organizations that worship slimy, cold-blooded animals, shouting to chop off one head and grow two heads every day, will carry out some illegal activities here.

Here you will never see one kind of person, that is normal person.

Because normal people will never wander around in Hell's Kitchen at night, unless you want to die in a dark garbage dump that never sees the light of day.

This is a criminal's paradise.

This is a paradise for crime.

It's the Eden of the bad guys.

It's a dirty, stinky gutter.

Hey, beautiful Girl, do you want to have some fun with the brothers...it'll make you cool...hehehe...

A middle-aged black man wearing beach pants and a beard looking like a shoulder-resistant RPG, pointed the muzzle of the bazooka at a very intellectual and sexy girl with blond hair and glasses, laughed loudly, and said very vulgarly.

Surrounded by him were more than a dozen strong black men with AK47s in their hands, dressed in hip-hop clothes and wearing steel chains with crosses around their necks.

I can't tell that these terrifying criminals still believe in Christianity, but they don't know whether they worship God in heaven or Satan in hell.

This is really a bad joke.

A cold joke full of irony.

Jane Foster looked at the strong black man who surrounded her, and the huge bazooka, with tears all over her face, took out her wallet from her arms, threw it on the ground, knelt down and begged for mercy: That, robbery. Mr. Bandit, this is my wallet, and all the money in it is given to you.

I swear to God, I won't call the police, I didn't see anything, can you let me go!

Hearing the words, the bald head with shoulders resisted RPG, stretched out his hand and slapped Jane Foster directly, and spat fiercely on the ground.

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the cross tattooed on his body, and scolded, Bah, Fuck! You bitch! You bitch! Are you looking down on our crusaders?

We Crusaders, we walk the talk, and if we say let you try it, we must let you try it!

God? Did you see this huge cross tattooed on me? Tell you,

I am the Lord, I am God! I am God!

The surrounding black people, when they heard this, put up their AK47 and shot wildly into the sky, celebrating their boss.

One by one, they began to shout extremely loudly, like uncivilized chimpanzees.

That's right! The boss is God! We are the angels around God!

Why don't you get down on your knees, you stinky bitch, and serve the great God!

I don't think you are a devout Christian at all! If you take us as the devil's word, as Satan's word.

Then you should learn to be a Virgin Mary and sacrifice your divine body to redeem our fallen souls!

Hey hey, boss, you say she's a bitch who believes in Christ, can we call her a virgin bitch?

I must fuck her!

Fuck this virgin bitch!

...

Jane Foster listened to the foul language, and then looked at the devils who were taking off their pants, with a lot of tears pouring out of her eyes!

Her eyes were full of fear, and her whole body began to tremble.

Her pupils dilated with fright. Maybe tomorrow I should be in some dark garbage dump.

Am I going to die?

Oh! Can God save me!

Cry! I like you stinky bitches cry the most. The more you cry, the more excited I get! The older brother will be bigger.

The bearded man who was taking off his trousers smiled slyly.

Alas, hell is empty, the devil is on earth! It's pathetic!

Although this kind of food is a bit poor, but with compassion, I can only endure the disgusting rotten smell and eat it.

A deep middle-aged voice came to mind in the dark alley.

Tread, step, step...

The sound of dull and powerful footsteps came slowly from the entrance of the alley, and the sound of footsteps entered the beard's heart one after another, which was very harsh.

The bearded man snatched the RPG handed over to the younger brother, pointed it at the alley, and yelled in a trembling voice, Fuck! Where's who? Which little mouse is hiding in the dark corner? Come out, hurry up. Give me something special, get out of here!

Xiao Zizai pushed his glasses, his eyes lit up with scarlet light, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked softly, Oh, I came out, then what? What are you going to do?

The beard looked at the pair of scarlet eyes, that man's eyes looked like a devil!

He clamped his legs hard and yelled Fuck!

Pulled the trigger of the RPG.

boom!

A huge fire lit up, and a 66mm shell was shot from the bazooka, which could easily blow up a house and hit Xiao Zizai in front of him.

Xiao Zizai smiled, stretched out his hand and pushed his glasses lightly, and said, Golden bell hood!

Boom!

A huge golden bell rose from his body, covering the whole body, and the golden light illuminated the entire alley.

like daytime.

The 66mm artillery shell slammed into the huge golden bell, and the entire alley was lit up with a huge brilliant fire!

Like fireworks that bloom.

Seeing this, the bearded man laughed and said with confidence: Bah, I'm scared to death! I thought it was some kind of powerful superpower? It's not like I'm going to die under my RPG!

It's so stupid, you dare to take such a big cannonball! SB!

yes?

A somewhat low voice sounded.

The smoke dissipated.

Xiao Zizai's eyes were red, staring at the beard, gently stroked his hair, and said with a smile, This time it's my turn!