dmims 38. Eddie, down on his luck
38. Eddie, down on his luck
Ji Yuan had no complaints about being asked to leave.
That's just how Stark is; once he gets into research, he doesn't care about anything else.
His anxiety and depression were largely related to his irregular lifestyle, smoking, and excessive drinking.
If it weren't for the Ultra Light that healed his body before, that broken body would have collapsed long ago. He's dreaming of getting intimate with Pepper!
Ji Yuan even doubted whether Stark had actually heard that last reminder.
Oh well, if they didn't listen, they didn't listen. The light will only lead them in the same direction.
Ji Yuan is also planning to send a cheat code to someone else. He should prepare early to avoid any problems.
He discovered that in this universe, the protagonist's halo seemed to have disappeared. Superheroes could still die during the storyline, Daredevil being an example. If he didn't save him, Daredevil might either die later or be resurrected by the Hand and used as a puppet.
Eddie was the same; if he hadn't saved that plane, the classic Venom would definitely be gone too.
"Hey, by the way, Jarvis, hasn't Stark noticed the changes in you yet?" Ji Yuan suddenly asked as he was leaving.
Jarvis's voice came from the robot speaker next to him: "Yes, sir, I think Mr. Stark's ability to have so many girlfriends is not because he is good at relationships, but because he is rich, handsome and rich."
Upon hearing Jarvis's words, Ji Yuan burst out laughing. He said, "Very good, you've even started making fun of your own creator. But you are indeed observant; keep it up."
"Oh, right," Ji Yuan changed the subject, "If Stark encounters any danger that the suit of armor can't handle, remember that you'll be in charge of piloting the enhanced suit."
"Why?" Jarvis asked.
"Because you were born of light."
After handing Jarvis a beam of Ultra Healing Light at the lab entrance, Ji Yuan left Stark Tower. Stark, in his anger and excitement, had completely forgotten about the promised treatment for male virility.
As for why Jarvis could hold onto a ball of light, that's just wishful thinking.
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In a dark, damp, and cramped rental room in Hell's Kitchen, countless cheap beers are scattered haphazardly, and the black floor is covered with cigarette ash and garbage bags.
A somewhat thin figure, wearing a worn-out hoodie, was typing away on a keyboard while puffing out smoke, occasionally letting out a sigh.
"Shit! More deletions and blocking, those damn privilege-granting dogs! The world needs the truth!"
Eddie Brock, his eyes bloodshot, let out a curse and raised his right hand to bang on the table in anger, but then he thought about the poor soundproofing of the house and the burly men next door, and could only helplessly rub his already messy hair.
"Sigh~"
Eddie sighed, staring at the inaccessible page on the computer, then covered his face with his hands and let out a suppressed roar.
From a top journalist admired by thousands to a destitute homeless man, Eddie experienced a dramatic fall from grace in just one week due to unforeseen circumstances.
"The road to the truth is always rugged and bumpy. The more you try to stop me, the more I will do it!" Eddie thought fiercely, his eyes flashing with determination and a thirst for revenge.
Looking back on these days, from the fear of being hijacked to the relief of being rescued by Ultraman, and then to becoming famous because of Ultraman and becoming the top reporter of the Global Times.
Finally, because of the vampire incident, he was fired from his company, his bank cards were frozen, his house was seized, and he ended up hiding in Hell's Kitchen. It seems that only a few dozen days passed during this time.
Eddie didn't consider himself a particularly good person; he just wanted to pursue the truth and make the world a better place in his own way.
As information about vampires is fully exposed, more truths are revealed: human blood banks, human trafficking, human breeding... all these events are stimulating Eddie's sense of justice.
Perhaps it was because of the light that saved him that he wanted to do something.
Unfortunately, what defeated humanity was neither vampires nor aliens, but humanity itself.
Eddie's self-printed newspaper circulated for no more than a morning, the organized protests were instantly suppressed, and online messages were slowly turned against him under the control of a powerful force.
Under the control of those "people," everything the vampire did seemed to be a show staged by an unscrupulous reporter to grab attention, a show designed to sow discord.
Want to speak out? What a pipe dream.
Eddie knew that pursuing the truth would be difficult, especially when he was being targeted, and his first priority was to survive.
He turned on his computer, found a friend named Peter, who was one of his main sources of vampire information, opened the chat box, and skillfully typed on the keyboard.
Eddie: Peter, could you lend me five hundred dollars?
Peter: Sir reporter, I know what happened to you. Where are you? I'll bring it to you right away.
Eddie: Thank you. I'm in Hell's Kitchen ×××××××, there's a tree hole there, you can put it in there.
Peter, on the other side of the screen, took out all the US dollars Eddie had awarded him from the drawer and suddenly remembered what Daredevil Matt had said.
"Peter, we need to be patient and not act rashly regarding the vampire issue. Many forces are involved, and it's not the right time yet."
Shaking his head, Peter didn't know what forces were involved. All he knew was that a journalist seeking the truth and upholding justice needed help, and that a passionate Spider-Man was there to help.
Eddie breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Peter was a boy with a sense of justice, and it was worth giving him extra money each time.
He only has a few dozen dollars left and doesn't dare to look for work because he came to Hell's Kitchen not just because he's broke, but more so to hide.
Eddie had assumed that the big shots would first try to quell the incident by bribing them, but he never expected that their first move would be to kill him. If he hadn't been more cautious after the incident, he might be quietly rotting in some stinking ditch by now.
This is actually why he was determined to fight to the end. There was no way out. Surrendering meant certain death, and not surrendering meant certain death, so he might as well fight to the bitter end and tear a piece of flesh from the enemy's body even if it meant his death.
Half an hour later, a sudden knock on the door instantly woke Eddie from his drowsiness.
He quickly packed up his laptop, went to the window as fast as he could, and descended to the ground floor using the rope that had been prepared beforehand.
Just kidding, it's already nine o'clock, and he hasn't ordered takeout. There's no way anyone would come knocking on the door. Even a fool could tell it's that group of people. Running away is the best option.
Eddie groped his way quickly along the muddy path behind the apartment building, when suddenly a pale arm reached into the door of the rented room.