Chapter 1055: Shocking the Ordinary People (32)
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, not to curl up and affect his breathing. Then he laid his arms flat and began to massage the joints of his elbows. His movements were very skilled, as if he had done it countless times.
Eddie walked up, picked up the package, and opened it. It should be homemade explosives. The power was not too great, but it was more than enough to kill a person.
It was not until Schiller recovered a little that the man noticed that Eddie behind him had picked up the package, but his attitude was much calmer than Eddie imagined. The strange man took off his hood, looked at Eddie and said, "...What are you going to do? Call the police?"
Eddie zipped up the purse and threw the explosives back to the strange man. The man was startled by his bold action and panicked. He took the package in a hurry to ensure that the bomb would not explode suddenly due to such rough handling.
"What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of the bomb exploding?!" He roared.
"You are a dangerous person carrying explosives, and you are afraid of bomb explosions?" Eddie asked back. As a reporter, he is best at finding loopholes in other people's words.
"I..." The strange man seemed a little speechless. When asked this question, he was a little speechless, but at this time, Eddie took the initiative to lower his posture and said, "Thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, my friend would be in danger."
"I also know a little bit of chemistry. The explosives you made are very unsafe. Even if you want to hold him to blow something up, the more likely situation is that you will blow yourself to death, but the other person will be fine." Eddie shook his head and repeated the knowledge about homemade explosives that Venom had just told him.
Eddie is a liberal arts student and knows almost nothing about explosives, but Venom is a combination of the wisdom of two geniuses in science and engineering.
When he saw the explosives for the first time, he told Eddie that this thing was too simple, the explosion direction was uncontrollable, the explosion power was uncontrollable, and even when it would explode was not very controllable. It is far from enough to use this thing to carry out terrorist attacks.
The strange man looked down at his bag, somewhat at a loss. He pursed his lips, pulled up his hood and said, "What I'm going to do has nothing to do with you. Don't say you've seen me. I'm leaving."
Eddie stretched out an arm and blocked his path. The man pushed his arm and found that it didn't move at all. As if he suddenly got more excited, he pushed it again, but Eddie still didn't move.
Eddie turned his head, looked at him and asked, "...What's your name?"
"Why should I tell you?" The strange man took two steps back with some caution. Eddie looked him up and down, then said, "I'm a reporter, and I've worked for big newspapers such as the Global Times and the New York Daily."
The man's eyes suddenly lit up, but the fire suddenly went out again. He snorted coldly and said, "Reporter? You should have some limits when lying. Will reporters from big newspapers come 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 then said, "Mask!"
The next second, the huge black monster's terrible fangs and sharp teeth hung over the man's head, the scarlet long tongue dripped saliva, the white spider compound eyes were narrow and long, and the expression was evil.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!"
A high-pitched scream came from the community of Hell's Kitchen, but it did not wake anyone up. There were too many accidents here. The victim still had the energy to scream, which meant that he did not need help. The only person who would not think so was Daredevil Matt, but he was not here now.
A few minutes later, the strange man sat down next to Schiller in a somewhat depressed manner. The two leaned against the corner together, and Eddie stood in front of them. The strange man held the explosive pack and said: "... My name is Bowers, you can also call me Bob directly."
"I have a son and a daughter. My son is studying in another place with his mother. He is doing well, but my daughter..."
Bob took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and turned his head to see a pair of shining eyes staring at him.
Bob glanced at Eddie, who pointed his chin and said, "My friend is in the withdrawal period. Give him a cigarette. It will make him feel better."
Bob glanced at Schiller and saw his pale face and still twitching neck muscles. This perfectly matched his impression of a hidden gentleman, so he said nothing and handed a cigarette to Eddie. Eddie lit it and handed it to Schiller.
Eddie also walked to Bob's side and squatted down. In the background was Schiller smoking. The two chatted, and chatting was Eddie's forte.
He squatted on the side of the road with a cigarette, frowning, sniffing, and grinning. Seeing his image, Bob instinctively shrank back and said, "Are you really a reporter? I have never seen a reporter with this image. Are you sure you are not a gangster 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 had cooperated with him to deal with the Life Foundation, had also evaluated him in this way. Doesn't he look like a good person?
"Compared to you, I'm much cuter." Venom commented, "If it fell into my hands, it would just be bitten off its head. If it fell into your hands, it might be sunk into the sea to feed the 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?" ?”
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Bob hesitated, then looked at Eddie and asked, "Will you write about me in the newspaper?"
"Don't worry, I'm very professional and 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 many 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 here.
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, most people 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 not lucky, you will have to queue 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.
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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 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... sky 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, "You should be compensated for unemployment in this situation. 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 his job, the last 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, one step is wrong, one step is wrong, 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 Bullock?! 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 are better at telling stories than you are.”
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 gave him a 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 say about telling stories?", but soon, he felt that he was in the same boat again, looked at Eddie and said:
"Those wealthy old men are always like this, right? They have already gained enough, but they still don't give us people a way to survive..."
Eddie nodded, then turned his eyes to the bomb in his arms, pointed there with his cigarette hand and said:
"So, you plan to make them pay a price?"
Bob also looked down at the bomb in his arms, pursed his lips and said: "No? Anyway, my daughter and I can't live anymore, and they must pay for their actions..."
"Excuse me, you are brave, but stupid." Eddie squinted and said: "You can't hurt Stark by doing this, you can only hurt yourself."