I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman

I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman Chapter 44

2021-10-02

Chapter 44 The Raven (for collection)

"Why did you stop? There are so many audiences, even if it's not for money, as an artist It's time to continue performing professionally!" The addict asked strangely when Harry started to pack up his backpack and prepare to leave.

"I'm a singer, not a juggler. I have my own perseverance." Harry looked indifferent, and hurriedly made money from the iron bucket.

Fake, in less than half an hour, the paper bills and coins add up to nearly two hundred dollars.

It's no wonder that Gotham's crime rate is so high that out-of-towners flock to it.

This is hell and heaven!

As long as you find the right way, the money will come too fast.

"Can you lend me ten dollars?" The addict's face was full of envy.

Harry glanced at his guitar case, just a few pennies and ten cents.

"I'll give you five dollars to buy a big hamburger and a carton of milk."

The young man struggled for a while, then gritted his teeth: "Five dollars will do!"

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Harley left Lower Manhattan with her bag and iron bucket on her back.

She can't stay in one place for too long.

She had just come over from Times Square and planned to rest here until nightfall.

Although Naihe's unintentional busking brought a lot of beautiful knives, it also made her famous in this neighborhood.

Being famous is the last thing she wants at this stage.

The underground tunnel at the entrance and exit of the subway station.

It's a club for homeless people.

From the top of the stairs to the subway platform, you can be seen everywhere homeless people of different ages.

Harry is one of them.

She originally planned to take the subway to Naihe Island for a night, and even bought a ticket. As a result, she stayed on the platform for a while and found that it was very warm here.

Well, of course it's not warm, but it's really comfortable here compared to the cool breeze in the ground block.

So, like the homeless, she spread a blanket behind a concrete pillar and wrapped herself in a ball.

From three o'clock in the afternoon, I slept in a daze until dark.

When she woke up, she didn't "get up" because she didn't know where to go or what to do.

"Perhaps, the loss of life goals and ideals is the greatest sadness of homeless people." She covered her head and felt very emotional.

"Can you give me some pocket money? I'm hungry, only twenty cents is enough." Opposite her, an old man in a brown coat shrugged his shoulders and put one hand in his hand. In his pocket, a hand stretched out flat, begging every passerby.

Beside him lay an old woman with hair grey-white.

The old woman, like Harry, was wrapped in a thick black and greasy duvet, and even her head was shrunk in it.

"Hey, give me a dollar, mate Fake, you bastard, give me some money and you'll die!" the unshaven old man began to be foul-mouthed.

Pedestrians waiting for the bus were getting further and further away from him.

"Give me ten cents, I'm really hungry, I'm so cold and hungry." The man squatted weakly on the ground, leaning on the old woman's duvet, his right hand continued to stretch forward.

"Give me some money! We haven't eaten in a long time." His voice was weak, like a dying man.

Harry couldn't bear it any longer. These two old people were both husbands and wives. It was too pitiful to be so hungry.

Just as she was about to throw a five-dollar bill in the past, a pair of young men and women dressed in fashion walked past her, talking and laughing.

"Friend, how long has it been since you had dinner?" the man wearing a brand-new big goose down jacket lightly said with a smile.

The homeless man stood up with a swoosh, and excitedly said: "Good sir, my wife and I haven't eaten for two days. Jesus' farts and eyes, it snows every day, and it's really cold. Nope."

The young man in the down jacket smiled contemptuously, stretched out and handed three ten-cent coins to the homeless man, and he suddenly flipped his hand, and the coins landed on the concrete floor with a ding dong dong. .

"hahaha!" He laughed extraordinarily like a fun game.

"Don't do this, Hanbani!" The female companion took his arm and said angrily.

"Lucy, you see, he doesn't care at all." The young man pointed at the homeless man lying on the ground picking up money, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Poor trash!"

Homeless Take the money and run out of the underpass as fast as a rabbit.

Harry frowned, what would you eat for thirty cents?

A hot dog?

"What a poor man, he must be starving." Lucy said with pity and worry, looking at his receding back.

"My dear, this has nothing to do with us," the youth hugged her, high-spirited and vigorous, and talked eloquently, "First of all, they are disappointing themselves, either not hard enough or not smart enough, and become eliminated. In addition, the city hall's aid distribution has not been done well, and the social welfare agencies are almost dead."

"At least you should give him some more money, thirty cents won't buy anything. ." The woman said.

"Ai, even if I give him a dollar, it's just an utterly inadequate measure for his sad life, even more how he's not alone" The young man glanced at the old woman lying on the ground like a corpse .

The roar of the subway entering the station suppressed the conversation between the two, and when the car door opened, the man and woman immediately walked up holding hands.

Half an hour later, the homeless man who disappeared before reappeared with a smile of joy and anticipation on his face.

But he had no hot dogs or other food in his hands.

He went back to his original position, leaned on his wife, rolled up his sleeves, and pulled out a syringe filled with clear liquid.

Harry sighed and covered his head again .

In just two minutes, a sharp howl from the Old Lady woke her up and attracted everyone else.

The old tramp was lying on the ground, twitching like a sheep, foaming at the mouth, and his breath was getting weaker.

The Old Lady cried and called his name, trying to hold him down, but couldn't.

Soon, two subway patrolmen arrived, and they just turned the eyes of the homeless man, and immediately declared that the rescue was ineffective, the person had lost their vital features, and they were ready to carry the body away.

"He's still convulsing, you should call 911 for an ambulance," the old woman pleaded.

"Are you rich?" the patrolman coldly said.

“I” Old Lady was speechless.

It is common sense to call an ambulance in the US for a fee.

"Save the people first, and let the welfare agency pay." Harley interjected.

"It's none of your business," the patrolman snapped.

As he spoke, he and his companions carried the "corpse" away.

What shocked Harry was that no one stopped the pedestrians watching.

Not long after, another subway arrived at the station, the old people left, and the new people came in , the death of the tramp disappears like a wave in the sea.

Only the old woman sat on the duvet and wiped her tears.

Harry got up and picked up the syringe that someone had kicked into the corner.

She was very curious, how could it be possible to fly such a big tube for 30 cents for renminbi, which is just over two dollars?

I sniffed it. There is a pungent smell of hydrogen peroxide, it seems to be a disinfectant?

"Can sanitizer also work?" Harry was at a loss.

She's a little unsure about even cleaning up.

Of course sanitizers can't be hi!

Thirty cents won't buy you a single auntie leaf.

Faced with the desperate pleas of the homeless, the peddler in this neighborhood took the trouble and viciously gave him a tube of disinfectant, falsely claiming that it was the latest "Flying Agent".

“John, John, wu wu wu” Old Lady cried so hard that she almost lost control of her body and fell to one side, snot, tears and saliva flowing together.

Harry sighed, leaving the guitar and the iron bucket where they were, and walked out of the subway station with only the bag on.

About a quarter of an hour later, she ran back with two convenient bags.

One KFC family bucket, two 1.5-liter bottles of Coke, a large box of preserved egg lean meat porridge, and a large bottle of milk.

"Hi, my name is Diana." Harry handed the porridge to the old woman, placing the family bucket between them.

She looked at the old woman seriously, her eyes full of doubts.

I was so heartbroken before, but now I dozed off against the concrete pillars.

"Child, you are so kind, may God bless you." The old man must be very hungry, and he took the paper bowl and snorted.

Originally, Harley was worried that the elderly would have indigestion, which is not suitable for fried chicken legs, but she didn't want her to have a mouthful of porridge and chicken legs. It reminded Harley of live dragon and animated tiger.

Something wrong!

How can an old woman eat so much?

Oh, it's a good thing she can eat, but she was heartbroken over the death of her wife before!

Now her expression is calmer than the lake in spring, her eyes are clear and gentle, there is no sadness, no hostility, and no despair.

Is this old guy trying to trick her?

Not true either.

Harry herself wasn't sure she'd be kind.

There are more than 100,000 homeless people in Gotham. She has seen too many tragic events these days, and she just stands by and looks indifferent.

The fact that she can move kindness today is not because she is really kind, but because she earned a lot of money by "performing" during the day, which has reduced the cost of kindness and kindness by a relatively large amount.

The old woman's mutation made the atmosphere between the two of them a little bit. It made Harry feel uncomfortable. She chewed the chicken leg in her mouth and felt the same taste.

Suddenly, a cry not far away aroused her idea.

"wu wu wu cough cough cough!" The black-haired woman in a black sweater knelt on the ground, crying and burping.

"It's too heavy, I'm so uncomfortable! So much pain, so much despair, wu wu wu" The pain and despair emanating from the black-haired woman is almost so intense that it becomes substantial.

Anyone who sees her and hears her cries will not suspect that she has just been through an extremely tragic accident.

Halle looked at the woman, and then at the Old Lady, who was stunned and satisfied, and felt a little weird.

Perhaps it's not very kind to think this way, but the two of them should exchange their performances.

Thinking like this, the black-haired woman turned her head, her surprised and sad eyes met Harry's curious eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" Harry couldn't help asking.

A woman in her early twenties, with a delicate face with a little baby fat, a soft and compassionate temperament, makes people feel that she is a kind and good girl at first glance.

The black hair woman shook her head and stood up, ready to leave.

Harry trotted over, supported her and said, "Did you do something to that Old Lady? Don't deny it, I see something in your eyes."

"I"

Something weird happened, as the woman became emotional, the shadow under her wriggled like a living thing.

Vaguely, Harry seemed to see a raven spreading its wings.

"Shit, I've encountered a supernatural event."

This raven, Rachel Rose, is the previous life of the raven girl in the Teen Titans.

In dc, the raven is definitely one of the top five most popular female characters, good-looking, mysterious and powerful, and very kind.

Are the ravens here too old?

Raven is old, but she looks like a loli. In other words, the raven has to "Death" a few times (not completely dead, just loses the fleshy body) to get the familiar "high school girl" body.

(end of this chapter)