I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman

I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman Chapter 43

2021-06-23

Chapter 43 I am not a beggar

An old street in Brooklyn, the KFC store that is neither too big nor too small on the corner.

“dong dong dong” Vivien Leigh tapped on the table a few times.

"It's morning." She looked impatient.

The little multi-colored head on the table lifted.

Vivien Leigh saw her sleepy eyes, the heavy eyeshadow spent a lot of money, and half of her face was dark.

And the small mouth below was painted blood red, the lipstick was also spent, and the chin and the corner of the mouth were stained with red marks.

This is a non-mainstream who failed to pursue a musical dream.

"Hey, did you wake up, did you fly last night?" Vivien Leigh frowned.

Having worked at KFC for almost a year, Vivien Leigh has seen too many wandering sweats who come to the store to sleep at night.

Some people are cute, they don't have bad habits themselves, and they wake up on their own during shift changes in the morning and help the clerk clean up.

Some people hate it, come late at night, can't get up in the morning, and ask for "expired burgers" when they get up.

Some people are very disgusting, they will bring bad habits into the store, such as being a fan, messing around.

Playing music and doing art is even more poisonous, that kind of People hate it the most.

"Give me a Hegemon burger!" Harley yawned.

Vivien Leigh left the ground angrily, "Do you really think of this place as a shantang?! When I wake up in the morning, I don't know how to help clean the table, and I want to eat. No respect—ga—"

Looking at the ten-dollar bill stuck in the girl's fingertips, the waitress' anger and the words of the cannon were stuck in her throat, becoming a heavy suffocation .

She turned blue and red several times, and eventually, the terrifying reality of "lose this job, I'll go broke, and be a bum like her", made Vivien Leigh squeeze out the smile that a waiter should have. .

"Ok, I'll bring it to you right away." Her voice was creamy.

"Bring a glass of water here," Harry said.

"Soda, or Coke? Hegemon is a $2.50 burger, and you can get a glass of freshly squeezed juice for a set meal of $2.50." Vivien Leigh asked the waiter.

"I want water, the free kind. By the way, my burger must have more sauce and cheese," said Harry.

The expression on Vivien Leigh's face was much lighter.

It's so stingy, obviously there won't be a penny tip.

The burgers had to be made on site and had to wait a while, but the tap water was readily available and served immediately.

Harry looked around. The wall clock read 6:30, a little early.

However, the street outside has already "lived", and even in the front room of KFC, there are a few homeless people cleaning tables or mopping the floor with buckets.

Well, they're all stray sweats, and Harry followed them into the shop last night.

Compared to other homeless people, their Essence, Qi, and Spirit are better and their clothes are cleaner and more hygienic.

No stench, no mess.

Harry walked out the door, holding a water glass, and crouched in front of the drain cover on the street.

Uh, brushing her teeth.

In the Great Celestial Dynasty, the provincial capital city was also covered with heating pipes, but the scene of "leaking white gas" was rarely seen.

Don't know what's so special about Gotham's heating pipes, or is that a kitchen chimney?

Street sewers, the walls of residential buildings, and the roofs of the building all have a strong white water vapor coming out one after another all the time.

It seems that the city has been breathing.

It's like a beast from hell, breathing out the smell of corruption and corruption in the sewer.

The gray and rusted street buildings, the rising pale sun, the rich white air that enveloped the city, and the hurrying pedestrians

Harry's head shrank, a police car in front of her Stop not far.

"Old Piccolo, have a hamburger, no sauce, two extra slices of pickled cucumbers, and a large malt milkshake." The policeman got out of the car, but didn't come to her.

Across from KFC, there is a small food truck, the Boss is busy in a frenzy, and there is a long queue of office workers.

one black one white The two policemen with some fat builds did not line up and went directly to the front row to order food.

Harry didn't see them pay either.

Not only did the police not pay, the Boss wearing a chef's hat also took out a bundle of green notes that had been prepared and handed it over with the hamburger paper bag.

The fat patrolman laughed and stuffed the money into his pocket, picked up the hamburger and stuffed it into his mouth, treating all the guests beside him as dead.

"Old Bick, have you seen a suspicious golden haired girl recently?" Two policemen, left-handed burgers and right-handed milkshakes, asked loudly while eating shouted.

"Demoness Harley? No, my guests here are all serious people." Thin Face Boss answered cautiously while his nose was sweating.

The black policeman chewed a hamburger and said vaguely to the white male young policeman: "Owen, you go to South Street, I'll check the north."

"Is it necessary? ?" White Europeans In Literature there is somewhat unhappy.

"The Chief Luo layout personally ordered three times a day in the morning, noon and evening." the black policeman said.

"Let's just say we checked, the people in the office don't know about it anyway." Owen is habitually negative about his work.

"It's a big deal, let's at least stick to the past few days." The black policeman sighed.

"Isn't it just a dead nun, a day when Gotham won't die?" Owen said.

"It's not uncommon for Gotham to die every day. Chief Ke Luo came to the branch in person and gave orders in front of all the patrol officers. It's rare to see him once a year," the old black said.

Owen stood up helplessly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Harry opposite with a mouthful of foam, said with a smile: "I think she's a Demoness, why don't you take it back and understand the case? Anyway, she's just a vagabond. ”

Harry was so frightened that she almost jumped up and kicked.

The black policeman gave her a casual glance and said, "This time the situation is different. It's not Gotham people and Gotham public opinion who demand that the case be solved as soon as possible, but the church.

So what? The Crusaders of the Holy Land want Demoness himself, preferably alive."

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Forget it." The white patrolman threw the empty milkshake box on the road, shaking his head and walking towards the street store.

Harry hesitated for a moment, but left immediately without the hamburger.

After a while, Owen, the patrolman, walked into the KFC store and asked the clerk if he had seen any signs of "Demoness Halle".

Vivien Leigh just like hearing a customer ask "Do you have cockroaches in the back kitchen of your store", without even a moment's recollection, she immediately shook her head and said firmly: "The customers in our store are all decent people."

While dealing with the police, she also took out sandwiches and distributed them to a few "decent" homeless people.

Well, those people who helped mop the floor and wipe the table before.

Owen stepped forward to pat the salesgirl's plump buttocks before laughing hehe and went to the next store.

Filled up, Harley went to the street car gas station again, exchanged a dollar for half a bucket of steaming boiling water, and rinsed herself from head to toe in the toilet next door.

It was still a woolen coat from Selena, but the underwear and socks were replaced with clean ones.

After a fresh make-up, Harry returned to the street refreshed.

Manhattan Island, a bustling pedestrian street with dense crowds.

On the steps outside the shop, a young man lazily fiddled with a guitar in his hand, with an empty guitar case in front of him.

There is also a piece of white cardboard next to it, with a line of words: Don't lie to you, I can't stand it anymore, I urgently need money to buy white powder, help me!

In past and present life, Harry has also seen many people begging with placards.

They either have no money to buy a train ticket home, or they are cheated of money, or they are short of hands and feet to support themselves, or their father, mother, son and daughter have cancer, or.

All kinds of reasons make people used to seeing "human misery", but like this one, so beautiful and refined, so sincere and straightforward, this is the first time Harley has seen.

So, she carried two bags on her back and a tin bucket in her hand, and stood by the side for a long time.

She wanted to see if anyone gave him money.

"You can come and sit, the place is big enough, I don't mind." The young man glanced at her, and finally couldn't help inviting.

"I won't give you a dime," Harry said.

"Of course, I'm not a policeman, and I don't charge you for protection. I'm not a black state, and I'll take your share." The man laughed and fiddled with the strings, the music was melodious and brisk.

Harry was stunned for a while, only to realize that they both misunderstood each other's meaning.

Harry thought he was going to ask her for alms, he thought she was his companion.

"I'm not the same as you, I'm not a beggar!" Harry sat down anyway, three meters away from the addict.

"I understand, you are a singer, the future Avril, Britney, I am not a beggar, I am the future Brother Xing." The addict said.

Harry used the guitar case as a pillow, took out a blanket from her bag, spread it out, and lay directly on it. In addition, the iron bucket is placed on the outside, just blocking the head and neck.

Well, when she went to the gas station to take a bath, the hot water was only twenty cents, and the rest was the rent of the iron bucket.

She thought it was too expensive, so she went to the grocery store and bought one for herself.

Stores like restaurant chains, KFC, motels, car washes, etc. sell hot water to homeless people.

There is a bucket, it will be much more convenient to take a shower in the future.

When choosing a bucket, Harry had an idea and found the thickest iron bucket.

When sleeping later, it can hide behind as a "bulletproof wall".

"Hey, you can't make money like this," shouted the addict.

"I just want a lunch break, don't disturb me," said Harry.

"You don't want money, don't you?" The addict approached her and whispered eagerly, "You must still have it, right? Borrow me first and enjoy it, and then return it to you when there is money."

"What?" Harry was a little confused and wary of his approach.

"Get away from me!" She protruded half the barrel from under the blanket.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I" The man shrank back like lightning, raised his hands, and cried out in grievance, "I just want to borrow some fans from you, I used to have it. When I'm a fan, I never hesitate to share it with my friends."

"I don't touch that thing, really." Harry was helpless and put the gun back.

"If you don't borrow it, you won't borrow it, why lie." The man's eyes changed when he saw her, and he looked at her with disgust and contempt. "Looking at your appearance, I know you have tried everything."

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"My appearance. So obvious?" Harry should have been angry, but was inexplicably happy.

Her disguise has been approved by "street experts".

The addict thinks she's stingy and insincere, so don't go overboard and ignore her.

"I didn't lie to you," Harley felt that Du Ping was a serious topic, and it was better to explain it clearly.

"Look at me." She lifted the cashmere blanket, put her left hand behind her back, put her middle finger on the ground with her right hand, and quickly did one-arm push-ups.

The addict opened his mouth wide and looked sluggish.

"Hey, do you believe it now? People from Hi-Fei are definitely not as healthy as me." Harry said proudly.

"Wow, mother, this elder sister is amazing." Suddenly, there was a childish exclamation.

Harry turned her head to look, but saw a young boy with a graceful young woman holding a beautiful dress, looking at her like a circus.

"Yes, it's very difficult to deal with." The young woman and the woman saw Harry's gaze, and hurriedly opened the bag hanging over their shoulders and took out a twenty-dollar dollar bill. , thrown into the iron bucket.

"Hey, I don't—" Harry just wanted to refuse, but the burger represented by twenty dollars was too delicious.

The more than 100 US dollars she has now is supported by Selena!

So, she closed her mouth, turned her head, changed her hand, and continued to do push-ups with one finger.

“ding ding dong dong.” One after another, coins and banknotes fell into the iron bucket.

Before the launch, two chapters will be updated at 9:30 every day, unless there are special circumstances, this will not change. If there is only one chapter, it is because the chapter contains sensitive paragraphs or sensitive words, it will be locked in the background for a period of time, waiting for review, and then released again.

The new book is only forty chapters, and I have already locked chapters twice.

I'm also helpless, I don't want to write violence or astringency, but this is dc, it's Gotham, Gotham must be dark, if Gotham is peaceful, it's not normal. In this way, sensitive sentences are prone to appear and are easily locked.

Everyone take care, even if it is locked, it will always be released. As for me, I also try to be honest and not make subjective mistakes.

(end of this chapter)