New York, USA.

1064, 17th Bronx.

Link squatted at the door, wearing a cheap dark blue suit, with a Marlboro cigarette in his mouth, and a face full of melancholy.

"Technology changes life, weapons guarantee peace, Stark Industry leads the world trend!"

"The great genius, the most famous playboy in the United States, Mr. Tony Stark, took a private jet to Chicago yesterday for breakfast, old man's breakfast milk, you deserve it..."

Rows of English letters were constantly rolling on the billboards on the street opposite, making Link's expression even more dull.

"Am I pretty..."

"Don't you just drink two taels more, as for throwing me into this dangerous world?"

"Even if it's fake wine, isn't it?"

Link shook his hand, threw away the cigarette burned to his fingertips, stood up, raised his foot and stepped hard, and walked into the house with a helpless look on his face.

It has been two months since I came to this world, and Link still couldn't accept this setting for a while.

This is the Marvel world, with countless criminals.

Happy America, every day of gunfighting is not enough.

He could basically hear gunfire every day for more than sixty days and nights.

Even the convenience store next door was robbed no less than twenty times.

Fortunately, his detective firm has nothing valuable, otherwise he would have felt that he would have been fed with peanuts long ago.

If you want to say this, you are not a big deal. Be careful that you can always live your life.

But what is even more terrifying is that in the near future, there is a purple-skin bald boss from the family planning office who will come and snap your fingers with a smile on his face...

You won’t be able to listen!

"No! I have to move!"

Link walked back and forth in the room for a moment and made the decision.

This is the Bronx, next door is Midtown Manhattan, which is Tony Stark's battle territory and the most plagued area.

On the other side are the famous Queens, Hammer Industry, Osborne Industry, and the pants that explode in the future are all gathered here.

This distance is too dangerous.

"But there is no money!"

Thinking of his tight pockets, Link sighed again.

His full name is Linklass.

The mother of the predecessor was an oriental person. Through the introduction of others, he met his father and then blossomed and beared.

This gives him a handsome face that combines things, but this handsomeness is a bit in line with American aesthetics.

Although he is so handsome that he is so earth-shaking, he is now eighteen years old and does not have a girlfriend.

"Save money! Move! Developing vulgar!"

Thinking of the future situation in New York, Link kept conceiving the future path in his mind.

It is March 2008 now, and Tony Stark will be heading to the Middle East in June.

Things in the entire American comic world also began to break out. He had to make enough money in three months and then move far away.

When you are fearless, come out and fight Thanos.

"It's better to go back to the East to find your parents!"

When Link was eighteen years old, his father handed over the crack detective agency to him, saying that he was already an adult and should learn to support himself.

Then he followed his mother to travel to the East.

He said it was a travel, but Link felt that his parents should have returned to the East to settle down, and the only thing that the United States left was such a detective firm.

"Dingling..."

Suddenly, the bell above the door rang twice, and then a very capable old man pushed open the door of the office and appeared in front of Link.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Link's eyes suddenly widened, with a deep sense of surprise in his heart: "Is this Uncle Long?"

The old man in front of him was exactly the same as Uncle Cheng Long, who had seen in his previous life, but he was a little older, with wrinkles on his face and a little pale hair.

But Link can't remember that there is someone like Uncle Long in the Marvel World?

"Little Link? Old Jack isn't there?"

Uncle Long looked around and said, his voice was a little heavy, even his expression was a little numb, and there was a smile on his face when he faced Link, as if he was squeezed out.

Link was stunned, and a stream of memory in his mind filled his heart.

The old man in front of him was Bob, and he didn't know what his Chinese name was. He only knew that his surname was Huo, and even his parents called him Lao Huo.

He was once an agent of Cia and was very skilled. Later, after retirement, he settled in Chinatown, New York.

He also married an American young woman with two daughters and one son. Although she was not his biological son, her life was quite successful.

In Link's memory, Uncle Long has a very good personality, has no temper, smiles all day long, and is very kind.

He even cared for him, a mixed-race person, and was very caring about him. He also taught him some skills for physical exercise.

He is an old acquaintance with his mother, and even his predecessor's father, whom he met through Uncle Long.

"Agent Bob?Cia? Always feel a little familiar!"

Link had a thought in his mind and quickly spoke, "My father followed his mother to the east and wouldn't come back for a while. Uncle Bob, what's wrong with you?"

When I met Uncle Long, I was somewhat excited and even a little friendly. After all, I grew up watching Uncle Long’s movies in my previous life.

In this life, their relationship was also very close.

Uncle Long's face sank, took out a piece of paper cut from his arms, put it in front of Link and said, "I want to know the mastermind of this matter!"

"Is this?" Link took the paper and saw the eye-catching name on it, and couldn't help but pronounce it out: "The gangsters fired, triggering a big explosion, with 47 casualties."

Looking at the date above, it happened half a month ago.

"Uncle Bob, are you...?"

Link didn't finish speaking, but when he saw Uncle Long's expression, his heart sank. Could it be that this explosion hurt Uncle Long's relatives? Uncle Long is going to resurrect his relatives?

Uncle Long looked a little hesitant, as if he had no choice, and finally said in a deep voice: "You don't need to ask so much, just use your father's relationship to investigate. I want to know the mastermind of this matter?"

His voice seemed a little hoarse, which made Link realize in an instant that he might have guessed correctly, and this matter was probably impossible to be found through the New York police.

After thinking about it, Link nodded and said, "I can try it!"

"How many days will it take?"

"Three days!"

"Okay, this is $5,000, I'll come back in three days!"

"Uncle Bob, how can I take your money?"

"You must collect this money, I don't want to implicate you!"

Uncle Long said cautiously, put down the US dollar and turned around and left, but his back was a little hunched. Calculate his age. Uncle Long is no longer under sixty years old, so how can he be reborn?

Link wanted to persuade him, but felt Uncle Long's lifeless look, and he couldn't speak out.

If it were a different person and his relatives were murdered, he would probably have gone crazy.

After putting away the US dollar, Link picked up the phone on the table and dialed it out.

"Hey, I want to know about the explosion at the junction of Brooklyn and Queens half a month ago!"

This is the contact person left by Link's father. He said that he could ask about some gang-related matters, but he just needs to pay.

"You are talking about the explosion in Hell's Kitchen? Boy, I advise you not to inquire, be careful not to know how to die!"

The sound from the opposite side made Link feel nervous. The area at the junction of Queens, Brooklyn, and Long Island is the famous Hell Kitchen, which is extremely chaotic.

Death and drugs are extremely common.

"How much? Let's say a count!"

Link was not scared, and he just asked about the source of the matter.

"Three thousand dollars!"

"Lying on the grass! It's so terrible!"

"What did you say, boy?
Chapter completed!