After the Ancient One left, the warehouse fell silent again.
After the starry illusion disappeared, the wall was still the same peeling paint wall, and the floor was still the same dirty cement floor.
Chen Mo stood there for a few seconds.
There was no golden spark ring.
No old master suddenly turned around and added, "I forgot to mention that."
good.
This deal is considered closed for now.
Chen Mo looked down at the ground. Blackish-red streaks of blood spread from the sole of his shoe, seeping into the cement layer along the cracks, swallowing up the remaining traces of flesh and blood, the faint reaction from the gamma energy burning, and the footprints he had just left behind.
The warehouse was quickly restored to its original state as an ordinary abandoned warehouse.
It's so ordinary that even the police would complain that it's not a suitable place to film a crime scene documentary.
Chen Mo clapped his hands.
"Now that we've finished our first meal in New York and signed our first contract New York..."
He thought about it.
"Shall we go out for a walk to digest our food?"
The next second, his clothes began to wriggle and shift.
The dusty coat has been replaced with a plain gray sweatshirt, the pants with jeans, and a pair of sneakers on her feet.
Add a baseball cap.
very good.
Chen, a member of the AAA Marvel tour group, was dispatched.
Chen Mo pushed open the side door of the warehouse and stepped into the streets of New York.
The Harlem District is still under lockdown, with police cars, military vehicles, and news vans blocking several streets. The sound of helicopters can be heard in the distance, and occasionally sirens can be heard whistling past street corners.
However, after a few blocks, the city returned to its original state.
Pedestrians hurried past with their heads down, taxi drivers grumbled, and street vendors continued selling hot dogs.
Chen Mo walked up to the hot dog stand.
"A hot dog, please."
The stall owner looked up at him.
"Add what?"
"Let's take a family photo, everyone get some."
Are you sure?
I'm not a picky eater.
The vendor glanced at him, then expertly stuffed sausage, pickles, chopped onions, and a bunch of other toppings into the bread, finally squeezing two more sauces onto the mountain of hot dogs.
Chen Mo took the hot dog and took a bite.
The taste was so-so.
But this is Marvel's New York street food hot dog.
It definitely deserves extra points for its emotional appeal.
On the TV wall of an electronics store on the street, news from the Harlem District is playing on a loop.
In the footage, the image of Abomination going berserk was edited into a jumbled mess, the military blockade line took up most of the shot, while the scene of Tony landing was preserved intact.
As for Chen Mo, his face was blurred out, and his response was perfunctory.
It's like having half a layer of toothpaste smeared on it; anyone who knows it even slightly can recognize it from its hairstyle and silhouette.
Chen Mo, with a hot dog in his mouth, remained silent for two seconds.
"His late-game skill level is even worse than Ashley's."
A passerby was also watching the news.
"Hey, I heard that mysterious person took the monster away."
The other person lowered their voice.
"The government definitely knows something, they just won't say it."
"Are you kidding me? When have they ever told the truth?"
Chen Mo listened, he casually stuffed the last bite of the hot dog into his mouth.
The wisdom of the masses is still quite simple.
I don't know the truth, but I know the official story definitely wasn't told.
He was about to continue walking forward when a scream suddenly came from ahead.
My bag!
A man in a black jacket rushed out of the crowd, clutching a woman's handbag, and ran very fast.
New York.
You truly live up to your reputation.
A city with a crime rate higher than Gotham's.
Chen Mo stopped and prepared to watch a local security-themed program.
Just as the thief ran past the street corner, a man wearing sunglasses and a suit casually raised the white cane in his hand.
The movement of raising his hand was very light, but it landed perfectly in front of the thief's ankle.
Bang.
The thief fell face-first, sliding half a meter on the sidewalk.
The bag flew up and was caught by the man in the suit.
The people around were stunned for a moment, then some of them applauded.
"Pretty!"
"Sir, you're amazing!"
The man in the suit handed the bag back to the woman who had caught up with him, and nodded politely.
Be careful next time.
Chen Mo looked at the white cane, then at the sunglasses.
Yo.
Specialties of Hell's Kitchen.
When Matt Murdock returned the bag, his fingertips paused for a fleeting moment.
There was a lot of noise on the street.
The sound of tires rubbing against the ground, the sound of a heartbeat, the sound of breathing, the faint electrical hum in the wiring of the billboard, the sound of grease splattering on the hot dog stand.
But among these voices, one stands out as particularly out of place.
That person stood at the back of the crowd, their presence overwhelmingly powerful.
Deeper within the body, countless subtle sounds are hidden beneath the skin.
Matt's fingers tightened slightly.
He heard danger.
These were not the swords and spears we were used to seeing every day.
It was a reactor standing on the side of the street.
No action or deterrence is needed.
The mere existence of it puts people on edge.
Matt tilted his head slightly, his face behind his sunglasses facing Chen Mo's location.
Chen Mo was also looking at him.
The two people stared at each other for half a second across the crowd.
To be precise, one person was watching, and the other was listening.
Chen Mo tossed the hot dog wrapper into the trash can and waved at him.
"Get back to your work."
Matt did not answer.
He couldn't detect any hostility.
That's the most troublesome part.
A powerful being whose limits were impossible to fathom passed by him with the air of a tourist.
What's wrong with this city today?
Chen Mo stopped teasing him.
Daredevil, this street hero, isn't overpowered, but his perception is definitely something special.
Speaking of which, there was a knock-off of the Boys from the other side, but it was instantly defeated by Homelander.
"New York has such a rich ecosystem."
Chen Mo continued walking along the street, looking up into the distance.
Among the skyscrapers, the Stark Tower's logo is quite eye-catching on the most prominent building.
He was afraid that all of New York wouldn't know that a wealthy and attention-seeking genius lived there.
Chen Mo became interested.
"Since we're already here, let's sleep on the bus and take pictures when we get off."
While you're at it, check if Steel Cannery is working overtime at home.
Perhaps he's secretly producing Anti-Chen Mo Armor?
Chen Mo strolled along at a leisurely pace, even buying a cup of coffee along the way.
The taste was even worse than a hot dog.
Chen Mo took a sip, his expression complex.
"It's quite remarkable that Americans can survive on this stuff."
There were quite a few people downstairs at Stark Tower.
Tourists take photos with their phones, business people hurry in and out, and security guards stand at the entrance, with internal communications occasionally coming through their earpieces.
Chen Mo mingled in the crowd, stood opposite the building, and looked up at the large characters.
Then he took his phone out of his pocket.
I picked up the phone on the street.
The password had already been easily cracked by the Blacklight Virus based on fingerprints and residual habits.
Chen Mo opened his camera, just about to take a tourist photo of himself.
At this very moment.
A subtle scanning wave swept across the top of the building.
Chen Mo raised his head.
On a certain side of the upper floors of the building, several hidden cameras are adjusting their angles.
Chen Mo's lips curled up little by little.
"You spotted me already? Teacher Tony's got some skills, huh?"