In Marvel's Kamen Rider Chronicle

Chapter 60 Monument
In the early morning, the sunshine of Devil City shines into the city, awakening the sleeping people, getting up and working hard for the construction of the city.

"Hey, it's not Mark today?" A construction site boss wearing a hard hat looked at the desk of the registered worker in surprise.

Sitting there was a little boy who was busy writing.

"Hey, stop talking, Mark's house, something happened last night."

Old Hei was taken aback for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Bandit?"

His companion sighed and shook his head: "Kill."

Old Hei took a breath: "Hiss, I thought it was only in Hell's Kitchen..."

His companion chuckled: "Don't be stupid, and it's not far from that ghost place, it's only a few hours' drive away."

"Do You have a Car?"

"No, I can't afford gas anymore. The bank is in a hurry to get a loan. I sold it to repay the loan. What about you?"

"Almost, alas."

"Made, those damned white pigs, they have contributed a lot to this country's rottenness."

"Hey! You can't say such things here! This is racial discrimination!" A white-skinned man passing by said.

Two niggers stood up: "Listen, white pig, the reason why the word racism exists is because you white people look down on the rest of us!"

The white man was dissatisfied and shouted loudly, the two niggers also rapped, and the women in the white man's genealogy were confiscated page by page.

The noise of several people gradually increased, and judging from the facial expressions of several people, it was not surprising that they would fight in the next second.

"Hey, although I really don't want to take care of the shit between you, but I have to say, you can't fight here."

A thin figure stood between the three of them, and the three of them looked over, good guy, with an Asian face.

The three races of black, white and yellow are put together here, and we are still talking about racial discrimination.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, it's none of your business! Get the hell out of here!" The white-skinned man blurted out right now, in a fit of anger.

The skinny man with an Asian face waved his hand: "I repeat, I don't intend to meddle in your affairs, but you are not allowed to quarrel here."

The white-skinned man picked his ears: "Huh? Why? This is not an official office building, nor is it a police station. Why do you say that?"

The Asian man spread his hands: "That's up to you, anyway, I have already warned you."

After a pause, the Asian man stretched out three fingers: "Three times."

The white-skinned man frowned and had a bad premonition in his heart.

At this time, the black irascible old man came over and pushed the Asian man: "It's none of your business, leave quickly, I'm going to teach this white pig a lesson today."

The Asian man shrugged, then turned and left.

He warned the white pig three times, and correspondingly, the black people on the side should also know not to make trouble here.

If you continue...

The white man was still thinking about what the Asian man meant when he saw one of the two black men approaching with his fists clenched: "It's because of guys like you that we have to leave New York and come to this goddamn shitty place !"

As he spoke, he punched the white man in the face.

The white man fell to the ground in pain, suddenly bursting into flames. He got up and wanted to rush up to have a fight with the black man, when he saw the black man was pinched by a...a...a monster...

With silver streamlines, protruding arms, and devil-like facial features, pinching the tall black man is like pinching a chicken...

The white man wisely kept his mouth shut, he knew...

Devil City has a rumor, or rather it's not a rumor.

There is a demon living in this city, and the meaning of this demon's existence is to make the residents of the whole city degenerate into demons under his hands.

Although there is some taste of urban legend in it, this rumor has spread day by day with the passage of time, and it has become more and more true.

Now, he saw with his own eyes...

"Demon, devil..." the white man murmured...

The nigger's companion was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, but he kept yelling: "Wait! Wait! Me! We didn't break the rules! We just fought with that damn racist There are some disputes, you, you devils can't just kill people!"

The nigger's companion was already talking incoherently, and the monster pinching his companion just looked at him quietly and then said softly: "The truth is, we can."

As he spoke, his right hand violently exerted force, ready to crush the nigger's head.

The black man pinched by him only felt his brain explode, and he felt severe pain, and blood oozes from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and corners of his mouth at the same time...

then……

then……

Why?I am not dead?
With the black ghost's surprised expression on his face, he was thrown out. Although he was thrown in a mess, he got up immediately and fled here quickly...

He was pinched all the time, feeling death so he didn't pay attention, when the monster was about to crush his head, a female voice stopped him:
"This is the entrance of the bookstore in the future, don't get dirty."

After hearing this, the monster nodded and threw him out.

Both the white man and the black man looked at a woman coming out of the raised building shutters.

Yaz nodded angrily at the monster's head: "How many times have I told you that you should stay away from the garbage. This is the site of our bookstore in the future. If it gets dirty, I will have a headache, you know?"

Others on the side are used to it, but the whites and blacks have figured it out by now.

Contrary to that urban legend, in Devil City, if you are caught by the police, it’s not a big deal to be imprisoned, because you will be locked up for a few years at most.

But if you mess with the manager of the bookstore...

Wait, so...

Whites and blacks understand why the order here is so good, and workers line up honestly when they come to work, no one jumps in line, no one shouts loudly, everyone is in order...

Is a new bookstore being built here?
No, the floor space of your bookstore is a bit outrageous...

This means that it is no problem to build a national library!
The whites and blacks already knew what was being built here, so naturally they would not continue to stay here just to make fun of themselves, and leave here in despair.

And after they left, the bustling scene of continuing to work resumed here.

At the corner of the street not far away, Mark was wearing a windbreaker and sunglasses on his face, looking at the workers who were queuing up to enter the construction site, and remained silent.

"Let's go, intern. If you want to be a manager, you can't do things slowly."

Mark nodded and followed his companions.

He has his own business.

For the future of Devil City, he needs to do more.

And here...

A monument will be erected here.

A monument that he hopes the Devil City will go into in the future.

(End of this chapter)