The man didn't look at the package he had thrown away at all. Instead, he gently pulled Schiller's shoulders and asked him to lean back and not huddle together, which would affect his breathing. Then he flattened his arms and began to massage his elbows.
His movements were very skillful, as if he had done it countless times.
Eddie stepped forward, picked up the package, and opened it. It should be a homemade explosive. It was not too powerful, but it was more than enough to kill a person.
It wasn't until Schiller calmed down a little that the man noticed that Eddie behind him had picked up the package, but his attitude was much calmer than Eddie expected. The strange man took off his hood and looked towards
Eddie said: "...What are you going to do? Call the police?"
Eddie zipped up the bag, and then threw the explosives directly back to the strange man. The man was startled by his bold action, but became panicked, and hurriedly took the package to ensure that the bomb would not cause any damage.
It exploded suddenly after such rough handling.
"What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of a bomb exploding?!" he yelled.
"You are a dangerous person carrying explosives, but you are still afraid of bomb explosions?" Eddie asked rhetorically. As a reporter, he is best at finding loopholes in other people's words.
"I..." The strange man looked a little arrogant and was speechless when asked this question. But at this time, Eddie took the initiative to lower his attitude and said: "Thank you for your help, if not
You, my friend, are in danger."
"I also know a little bit about chemistry. The kind of explosive you made is very unsafe. Even if you want to hold him to blow something up, it is more likely to kill yourself, but the other person will be fine." Eddie shook his head and repeated.
He read over what Venom had just told him about homemade explosives.
Eddie is a liberal arts student and has almost no knowledge about explosives, but Venom combines the wisdom of two geniuses in science and engineering.
The first time he saw the explosive, he told Eddie that it was too crudely made. The direction of the explosion was uncontrollable, the power of the explosion was uncontrollable, and even when it would explode was uncontrollable. Use this thing to cause terror.
An attack is far away.
The strange man looked down at his bag, feeling a little at a loss. He pursed his lips, pulled up his hood and said, "What I want to do has nothing to do with you. Don't say you've seen me. I'm leaving."
Eddie stretched out an arm to block his path. The man pushed his arm and found that it didn't move at all. It was as if he was suddenly struggling. He pushed again and Eddie
Still not moving.
Eddie turned his head, glanced at him and asked: "...What's your name?"
"Why should I tell you?" The strange man took two steps back warily. Eddie looked him up and down, and then said, "I am a reporter, and I have worked for major newspapers such as the Global Times, New York Daily News."
The man's eyes suddenly lit up, but the fire suddenly went out again. He snorted coldly and said: "Reporter? You have to have a certain limit in your lies. Will reporters from major newspapers be here?"
After saying that, he was about to leave again. Eddie's face turned cold. He looked at the man. I touched my cheek and said, "Mask!"
The next second, the huge black monster's terrifying fangs and sharp teeth were hanging on the man's head, its long scarlet tongue was dripping with saliva, and its white spider compound eyes were long and narrow in shape, with an evil look.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!"
A high-pitched scream came from the Hell's Kitchen community, but it did not wake anyone up. There were too many accidents here, and the victim still had the strength to scream, which meant that he did not need help. The only one who would not think so
That person is Matt Daredevil, but he's not here right now.
A few minutes later, the strange man sat down next to Schiller in a depressed manner. The two leaned against the corner together, while Eddie stood in front of them. The strange man held the explosive bag and said: "...My name is Bauer.
Si, you can just call me Bob."
"I have a son and a daughter. The son is studying abroad with his mother and is doing well, but the daughter..."
Bob took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and when he turned his head, he saw a pair of bright eyes staring at him.
Bob glanced at Eddie, who gestured with his chin and said, "My friend is in the withdrawal period. Give him a cigarette to smoke. That will make him feel better."
Bob glanced at Schiller and saw his pale face and still twitching neck muscles, which perfectly fit the image of a hidden gentleman in his impression, so he said nothing and handed Eddie a cigarette.
Eddie lit it and handed it to Schiller.
Eddie also walked over to Bob and squatted down. In the background was Schiller's figure smoking. The two started chatting, and chatting was Eddie's forte.
He was squatting on the roadside holding a cigarette, frowning, twisting his nose, and grinning. When Bob saw this image of him, he instinctively shrank back and said, "Are you really a reporter? I have never seen him before.
As a reporter who has portrayed such an image, are you sure you are not a gang leader from Hell’s Kitchen?”
Eddie glanced at him, as if he was very dissatisfied with his evaluation, but he also remembered that Dr. Dora, who worked with him to deal with the Life Foundation, also evaluated him in the same way. He looked so different.
A good person?
"Compared to you, I'm much cuter." Venom commented: "If you fall into my hands, your head will just be bitten off. If you fall into your hands, maybe you will be sunk into the sea and fed to sharks..."
"Don't talk nonsense." Eddie immediately denied it. Then, he straightened his expression, relaxed his muscles, showed a kind smile, and then asked Bob: "You just mentioned your daughter, what happened to her?"
?”
Bob hesitated, then looked at Eddie and asked, "Will you write about me in the newspaper?"
"Don't worry, I'm very professional, all names interviewed will be replaced by pseudonyms..."
"No, I mean, you must write about us in the newspaper..." Bob suddenly choked up and said, "We are at the end of our rope!"
"The reason why I can handle your friend's situation is because my daughter also has epilepsy, and it is hereditary epilepsy, inherited from her mother." Bob took a deep breath and said, "When our youngest daughter was 4 years old, we
We got divorced, not because of a genetic disease, but because our eldest son was too rebellious, and we had too big differences in education, so we decided to separate."
"At first, she took away two children, but not long after, my daughter's inherited epilepsy developed. Her financial situation was not as good as mine, and the medical conditions in the town where she lived were not good, so she had to
Send Tina back to me. I have a stable job here, medical insurance, and better medical conditions..."
"You have medical insurance?!" Eddie said in surprise. This is very rare in this kind of neighborhood. If these people had medical insurance, you wouldn't be like this.
Some people believe that medical care in the United States is free, which makes sense, but the premise is that you must have medical insurance, and there are many levels of medical insurance. Even the cheapest level is not available to many people here.
Affordable.
Moreover, low-end medical insurance only provides relatively basic services. To put it simply, it can only treat headaches and fever. In the United States, people generally do not prescribe medicine for headaches and fever. Most of them just recommend that you get more rest.
And if you want to treat a serious illness, you can do it, but you have to queue up. If you are lucky, you can get in line quickly, but if you are unlucky, you will have to wait in line for a long time. It mainly depends on the abundance of medical resources in each place.
Of course, if the donation reaches a certain amount, or if the bank has special membership services, you can jump in line, but obviously this is not something that poor people can consider.
Therefore, Eddie was very surprised to hear that this man actually had medical insurance. If he could afford medical insurance, wouldn't he rent a house here and go to a neighborhood with better security?
But after listening to his thoughts, Bob shook his head and said: "That was all in the past. New York's medical resources are indeed very rich, and my daughter also received treatment. Everything was stable at first, until... until...
…”
Bob suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "Damn Stark Group! What kind of shuttle did they come up with, and that... space train?"
"I am a dispatcher at a bus station. Since the bus company canceled more than 20 routes on the New York City Inner Circle, they don't need so many dispatchers, so I am unemployed."
Eddie frowned and said, "In this case of unemployment, there should be compensation. Didn't your boss give it to you?"
"He gave it, but my daughter needs medical treatment. She is young and needs nutrition very much." Bob said with some regret: "I didn't expect this situation before. I spent money lavishly and left little savings.
, after losing one’s job, the final salary and subsidy were quickly spent.”
"I couldn't afford the rent, so I had to move farther away. Finally, I moved to a neighborhood outside here. But when I went to look for a job, when people heard that I lived here, they thought I was a homeless person with nothing to do.
Han, refused to admit me."
Eddie patted him on the shoulder and said: "I know, one step is the wrong step and the other is the wrong step. I was the same way back then..."
He sat next to Bob and said: "I don't know if you like reading newspapers and news. Maybe you will have some impressions. I used to be a well-known reporter and interviewed many big figures, including Tony Smith, who you call Tony.
Tucker..."
When Bob heard what he said, he immediately turned his head and stared at Eddie's face. He said: "...Did you wear black-rimmed glasses before? And you always liked to wear striped shirts and ties with polka dots?
"
Eddie nodded, took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on, then looked at Bob. Bob jumped up in shock, and then said: "Eddie Brock?! Gold medal reporter in New York, you
Why are you here?!"
"This is the story I'm going to tell you, a story about how I was passionate for a while, but I still don't regret it." Eddie turned his head and looked at Bob, and said with a hint of complacency: "Believe me, I am a gold medalist.
Reporters can tell more stories than you."
Bob was indeed a little curious. Eddie leaned against the wall, looked up at the sky, blew out a smoke ring, and then said: "I heard that someone caught homeless people for experiments. I asked him during the interview.
He punched and was blocked, it was that simple."
Bob was choked for a moment, and the expression on his face seemed to say, "That's all you can tell stories?", but soon, he felt sympathetic again, looked at Eddie and said:
"Those rich guys are always like this, right? They've obviously gained enough, but they still don't give us people a way to survive..."
Eddie nodded, then turned his attention to the bomb in his arms. He pointed there with the finger holding the cigarette and said:
"So, you're going to make them pay something?"
Bob also looked down at the bomb in his arms, pursed his lips and said, "No way? Anyway, my daughter and I can't survive, and they must pay the price for their actions..."
"With all due respect, you are very brave, but very stupid." Eddie squinted his eyes and said, "If you do this, you can't hurt Stark, you can only hurt yourself."