12: The Big Three of New York City

In the photo. 

The frog cub stood at the front.

Behind the frog cub, a sexy blond woman holds a submachine gun in her hand. 

Behind them, is billowing smoke.

And mountains of corpses.

"This is the world of Resident Evil, and that woman is the heroine Alice!" 

"Those behind are zombies!"

Based on the information provided in the photo, Andrew immediately determined the world the frog cub was in.

Resident Evil is a dangerous world with endless zombies rampant. 

If you are accidentally scratched by those monsters, you will be infected with the T virus and turn into a zombie.

What the hell!

In this case, if the stupid baby accidentally gets infected, it won't turn into a zombie frog cub when it returns to the game, right?

"System, my frog cub won't be infected with the T virus, right?"

After Andrew asked worriedly, a prompt popped up on the game interface: "Frogs will be injured when they travel in the heavens and the world, but they will not be infected with viruses, nor will they be fatally injured." 

"Once fatally injured, it will be directly sent back to the game for healing. Wait until the injury is healed, or the injury recovers to a certain extent before going out to travel again." 

"So ask the owner of the frog to prepare a salute for the frog cub before each trip." 

After reading the above tips, Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. 

Fine.

At the same time, Andrew also decided in his heart that next time the frog cub comes back, he must be well equipped.

After all, in the heavens and the world, there are many worlds with a high risk factor. 

In case the frog cub was seriously injured in a certain world that day, he would be distressed to death.

The taxi drove fast, and it didn't take long for the taxi to reach Gwen's door. 

The next time Gwen opened the car door, she turned around and said to Andrew, "Goodbye, I had a great time today."

"Next time I want to eat your oriental food." 

Andrew nodded: "Definitely." 

It was a little cold at night, so Gwen tightened her clothes and headed home. 

Andrew said to the taxi driver, "Send me back." 

At this time, George opened the door and saw Gwen coming back from outside, and at the same time his sharp eyes saw the figure seated in the back row of the taxi. 

Although some lights are dim, you can't see the appearance.

But with years of criminal police experience, he was sure that this figure must be the young man who greeted Gwen in the morning.

"Looks like you had a nice evening." 

George looked at Gwen who was walking slowly and said with a smile. 

In fact he did not object to Gwen having diplomatic friends, friends of the opposite sex. 

It's just that all the time, the boys who are close to Gwen have been plotting against her. 

Only the boy in the morning made George a good impression. 

And know to send her dear daughter home. 

George's impression of Andrew is even better. 

You know, the night in New York is not so peaceful.

"Dad, it seems that you are quite free today. You went home so early." 

George sighed and said, "No, I think you've seen the news too, the big talent from Stark Industries is missing." 

"Isn't it missing in the Middle East, you are the director of New York, what does this have to do with you."

While accompanying Gwen into the door, George explained: "This group of damn rich people will cause a storm in the city if something goes wrong." 

"Reporters from almost the entire beautiful country are downstairs at Stark Industries today." 

"Maintaining law and order is much more tiring than catching thieves." 

Gwen nodded knowingly. 

Suddenly, it seemed that Andrew was also very interested in this matter in the afternoon. 

It seems that it is really a matter of rich people, and everyone will pay more attention to it.

Inside the taxi.

On the way back, Andrew picked up his phone and continued to look at some information about New York City. 

He wanted to see how this world was different from the Marvel he knew. 

Although there is limited information available online.

But a lot of information can be analyzed from a small amount of data. 

In New York City, for example, there are three giants in the financial world. 

One is Stark Industry, which made a fortune in the military industry and became the richest man. Tony Stark is in power.

The second is Osborn Industries, which focuses on life sciences, and is in charge of Ruoman Osborn. 

And the last one, and the most interesting one. 

Wilson Grant Fisk, the leader of all black industrial chains and underground transactions in New York City. 

On the other hand, people are more accustomed to calling him Kingpin!

On the surface, Kingpin is active in the upper class as an investment entrepreneur. 

In fact, under his feet is the darkest side of New York City. 

Definitely, none of these matters to Andrew. 

The information he has investigated is just that he wants to know more about the world, that's all. 

Just when Andrew was flipping through the information on the Internet.

The taxi driver slammed on the brakes abruptly. 

Andrew leaned forward, and the phone almost flew out.

"What's wrong?"

"Sir, I don't think I can take you to the appointed place." 

"I think we should turn around quickly." 

The taxi driver's tone was trembling.

Andrew frowned and looked forward through the gap between the main and co-pilots. 

He saw seven or eight thugs in black jackets, at the moment, they were getting a few motorcycles to block the road.

The group of people held various instruments in their hands, and their bodies were covered with all kinds of weird graffiti. 

Isn't this a blatant robbery?

No wonder taxi drivers are so scared. 

This is the only way to go to the Thirteenth District. This group of people is guarding here. Obviously, they want to rob the rich people in the Thirteenth District.

Andrew smiled lightly, took out a few USD from his arms and paid the driver: "Just deliver it here, my house is not far ahead." 

"It's too far to take a detour. I'm afraid of trouble." 

After paying the bill, Andrew opened the door and got out of the car. 

The taxi driver looked at this young man, there are people who are really not afraid of death these days.

Looking back, the effort on hands and feet is not at all dissatisfied. 

As soon as the accelerator is stepped, the steering wheel twists. 

A beautiful tail flick completed the U-turn in an instant and walked away.

Andrew's eyes twitched when he saw this scene. 

Good guy, can people become car gods when their desire to survive is full? 

Really underestimated the taxi driver.

And the group of underworld gangsters slowly walked towards Andrew, ignoring the fast taxi driver.

Their target was the other people in the car from the start. 

How much money does the taxi driver have?

At this time, the only people who can go to Thirteen Block from here are the wealthy people who live in the block.

Looking at the menacing group of people, Andrew raised his hand: "I hate dealing with trouble, but if you are courting death." 

"It's another matter!"

The game interface in my mind opens.

To be continued...