"Hamburgers. Human food. I'd seen plenty of poor souls choke to death on food." Death felt a little sympathy for the big fat man. Though she knew that even if he had not choked to death, he would have lived only a few more hours at most. "But Deathstroke, do you sell fast food too?"
"Food is the first necessity of the people. When I arrived in Marvel, it happened to be during the Great Depression. Back then, food and drink were what sold best."
Su Ming answered calmly. He opened another time record to inspect it. It showed a nighttime driver crashing into Cartographers, then having his neck snapped by a cheap seat belt, his head flying out through the windshield—a comical death. Su Ming added another comment.
"Serves you right for modifying your car. Why the hell were you putting nitrous oxide boosters on a busted Toyota? Bet you won't dare do that in your next life, huh?"
Of course, since the head that had flown out was a special-effects-enhanced CCU head, he said it with a smile. It was genuinely ridiculous.
"Then why won't your hamburgers choke people to death?" Death was still curious about the cause of death.
Gin had always handled those businesses in the past. She smiled and explained to Death, "Because we use synthetic meat. We grind up chicken and duck, mix in a little minced beef and beef fat, fry it into patties, and put them in the burgers. That makes the texture especially soft."
That was an authentic Wilson beef burger. If it were switched to pure beef, it would lose that distinctive flavor instead.
"I see. I saw that era—on our side." Death took out her parasol again and opened it indoors. "Back then, bootlegging gangs would shoot at each