Everyone laughed at how chaotic New York was.
But on reflection, however chaotic New York might be, that was only compared with the good places.
There were over two hundred countries and regions in the world, and places with worse crime rates and conditions than New York were everywhere. Many more were even at war, not to mention that New York remained the world's unrivaled economic, technological, and financial center.
Latveria was the other extreme: poor, chaotic, and at war.
And because of its poverty, backwardness, and brutality, there was barely any information about it online.
This world was not peaceful. Lier was simply lucky enough to have been born somewhere decent.
The following evening, after packaging the Shard's driver onto a disc and handing everything over to Mr. Wang, he set off to accept George's invitation.
On the ride to George's home, Lier was rather quiet-for some reason, he kept feeling that he might return to that "home" one day.
The neighborhood George lived in was nothing like where a poor family like Lier's lived.
Everything here glittered with opulence. The roads were filled with luxury cars, and people regularly swept the streets below the apartment buildings, ensuring the residents enjoyed a pleasant environment for both body and mind.
Walking here, he could barely feel the horrors of the financial crisis-people merely looked a little busier.
George was waiting downstairs for Lier. Seeing his guest arrive, he smiled from a distance and waved.
"Welcome, Lier. Feeling any better?"
"Thank you for asking. About the same-certainly well enough to help you sweep away New York City's evil criminals."
"Big ambitions. I like that."
The police captain looked as though he had only just gotten off work; he had not even changed out of his uniform.
The two entered the Stacy