American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Compared to Gotham, New York doesn't rain often, and the weather here is always fair, but there are always a few exceptions during the year.

On this day, before dawn, a drizzle fell over New York.

This is not good news for the people of Hell's Kitchen. As the largest slum in Manhattan, there are no municipal benefits here. There are no diligent street sweepers. The rain will only make the streets more muddy. If you don't want your sneakers Scrap, you can only wear heavy rain boots.

The odor of garbage and dust will be more pronounced in such weather. Schiller closed the windows on the first floor, and there are always a few drunkards spit in his back street, and the smell is unbearable.

Suddenly. There was a crisp ring from the doorbell, and Schiller glanced at his watch. It was 6:30 a.m., too early even in fast-paced New York.

When Schiller went downstairs, he saw a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes staring at the desk calendar on his bar.

Schiller said: "It seems that Natasha has really reserved an amazing person for me. People who get up before 7 o'clock this year are really rare."

The man said, "So I'm very fortunate to have found a friend here."

Schiller took out the file that Natasha sent him last night. He looked at the photos on the file, then looked the man up and down again, and said, "Steve Rogers, there is no time for the consultation that S.H.I.E.L.D. Cap, they're so generous, it looks like your problem should be serious."

Steve shrugged and said, "They think everything is serious, including the fact that I came out without breakfast."

Schiller knocked on the table and motioned him to sit down, and he said, "Then you made the right decision, maybe the SHIELD people didn't tell you, if you come at dinner time, I don't mind treating you to dinner. "

Steve smiled, his handsome face looked handsome and cheerful.

Schiller made an American breakfast of toast, fried bacon, two sausages, two large hash browns, and two cups of coffee.

Steve wasn't actually hungry, but the smell of breakfast was really fragrant. He picked up the bread and asked, "Do you have butter?"

Schiller looked at him in surprise and said, "Oh, only strawberry jam."

Then he looked Steve up and down and said, "Looks like you're an old-school guy, and there aren't many people who put butter on bread these days."

Steve said, "It's okay, it's just that I'm not used to eating such sweet jam for breakfast."

"Then let me bring you some sauce, I made it myself."

Schiller took out a jar and handed it to Steve.

Steve took another look at the coffee cup, which was about the size of a bottle cap, and the strong espresso inside, and said, "I'm sorry, but can I have an Americano?"

"Americano? Actually, you can just ask me for a cup of water," Schiller said.

On the other side, Natasha, who was listening, said into the walkie-talkie: "The monitoring object calls American coffee dirty water, and suspects that it may have Italian ancestry..."

Steve wasn't angry, he just waved his hand and said, "Hey, don't say that, I just think concentration is bad for the heart."

Before he could finish his words, Schiller even made two cups of espresso, then took a big bite of chocolate, and the symbiote hummed happily in his mind.

Schiller sat across from Steve, and the two started having breakfast together.

"At first Nick told me to ask me to come to the slum to find a psychiatrist. I didn't understand it. Isn't SHIELD's own doctor good enough?" Steve said.

"But now, I find that the atmosphere here is much better than those white and dazzling psychological counseling rooms of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"It's more like a courtroom than a counseling room."

"Who can judge you?" Schiller asked. "Trial Captain America?"

Steve smiled helplessly, and said, "It's all old Huang Li, including myself."

"I think S.H.I.E.L.D. should also very much want you to go to their own counseling room, but I'm afraid they themselves know that it won't solve your problem there."

Schiller put down his fork and said, "Did you come from the street outside? What do you think of this place? I mean, this slum."

Steve pursed his lips and said, "I don't know how to describe it. It's scary here because there's no change here."

"It was the same way in the slums when I lived, dirty and smelly gutters, full of drunken vomit, dead drunks leaning on the corner of the building, and gangsters couldn't get a single penny out of their pockets. Son, even children are habitually touching people's pockets and never learn well."

"Many years have passed, and it's still the same here, nothing has changed."

"What do you think should have changed over the past few decades?" Schiller asked after taking a bite of the bread.

Steve spread his hands and said, "Even if we can't eradicate slums, we should make him smaller or better."

Schiller shook his head and said, "You won the war, Captain America, you did win against those gangsters, we won, and the just war has ended for many years."

"You think victory should bring many benefits, such as a more prosperous society, a better life for people, and you are willing to fight to the last moment for those who are suffering, and you did."

Schiller shook his head gently and said: "After decades, when you wake up again, you find that this world is not like this, and it has not become what you envisioned before you died. It became white, but it became gray, a color you can't read."

Steve pursed his lips and looked a little silent, and Schiller said: "I know your problem is not what SHIELD thinks at all, sleeping for too long, being out of touch with society, not knowing how to use mobile phones, listening to the radio, working and resting at all. Small problems like too much regularity."

"For Captain America, as long as he wants to learn, there are no tools in modern society that he can't learn."

"If he can't learn, it's only because he doesn't want to learn."

"You are resisting this era, unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept the fact that the results of your hard work are not as good as you expected."

Steve said bitterly: "I have tried my best, even if the result is not good enough, I am trying to accept it. But the saddest thing for me is that during the war, if people are not doing well, then I will go Beat my enemies and beat them no matter the cost, but right now, people are not doing well, and I don't know who the opponent is."

"Perhaps you have ever thought that your era has passed, and then the era of you being responsible for people has passed. You don't need to become a war machine anymore."

"Then what should I do? I should do something, right?"

"Captain America, you're so compassionate, so even if I suggest you pursue your hobbies, like drawing cartoons, doing sports, you won't let go of the suffering of these people and just focus Enjoy yourself, you are not such a person, so I will not give you such useless advice."

"I believe the psychiatrist of S.H.I.E.L.D. also told you that? Are there still people in this world who don't enjoy life? They think so from the bottom of their hearts, they think if they were like you, they would fly away right away. I went on vacation to Hawaii, and S.H.I.E.L.D. paid for it anyway.”

"Ordinary people can't understand your excess sympathy and sense of responsibility, and of course you don't have to worry about their incomprehension."

Steve took it seriously, he felt that someone finally understood him, and he complained: "They think I have a lot of things to do, such as fitness, watching movies, playing game consoles, but the things I have to do It's not that. I show resistance and they think I'm too out of date to play this stuff."

"But maybe you can change your way of thinking, don't seek understanding from ordinary people. The world is so big, you are not a good person in this era, but there are good people in every era, you can go to them, these are the same as you have once saved Those who have lived the world, or are saving the world, will understand you."

Schiller said: "Also, the good people of this era are not immune to trouble. They don't live as long as you, and they don't have as much experience as you. They may have power, but they don't know how to use it, and they may have passion. It lacks skill, and it may be scattered and ununited.”

"You can go and find these people. Your era has passed, but the earth is still going to turn, and there are still people who continue to fight to save the world, right?"

Steve sighed and said, "I'm an outdated veteran who doesn't want to get off the line. You're right, doctor, it's time for those recruits to go to the battlefield."

"But I have some doubts, can I really help? After all, it seems that the rules of the world's operation are completely different from those in war."

"I have someone here that I have to recommend to you. He is a lucky boy, and his experience is very similar to yours. He was originally just an otaku who was bullied in school. Suddenly, one day, he gained great power and began to Jumping up and down the city, not doing anything serious."

"You know, how dangerous it would be to suddenly gain huge power. It is no exaggeration to say that his power is still growing, and dozens of well-trained special forces~www.novelmt.com~ may not be him. opponent."

Steve couldn't sit still immediately, he said: "Indeed, I just received the transformation, and I couldn't control my strength. I accidentally injured two medical staff. Where is he now? Where is he? Hospital?"

"He is still in school. He is about to take the final exam and is reviewing."

"My God, why is he still in school?"

He patted the table angrily, and said to the monitoring equipment on the table, ""Hey, Nick, what did you do? How can you keep a transformation fighter at school? If he can't control his power, how many people will be injured? "

Steve stood up, and Schiller waved his hand at him and said, "I said, he is a lucky boy, he is different from you, not a modified person with drugs, but a special mutation, his The power grows gradually, rather than becoming uncontrollable in one go."

"I mean, this kind of teenage guy, you know, is arrogant and sensitive, impulsive and timid, someone needs to teach him well, it's better to let him see the sinister society."

Steve squeezed his fist and said, "Indeed, I've seen many recruits like this. They want to rush to the battlefield with their blood. When they see the bombing and grenades, they are scared and screaming. They are still far away. Woolen cloth."

Schiller said: "It is estimated that he will finish the exam tomorrow night, and he will definitely come out to wander. You can stop him and then beat him up. Don't worry, his mutation ability is very strong, and it is not a big deal to be beaten."

Steve was even gearing up, which reminded him of the days on the battlefield, those young recruits, who were rectified by the captain one by one, screamed, watching the recruits collapsed was one of the few in his military career, let him A moment of relaxation and joy.