Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Chapter 25 A Strange Worldview

George said a few words, ending the meeting for the day. Everyone naturally dispersed and went about their own business.

The mutant with gills that Henry had saved last time hooked his hand around his savior's neck after the fight was over. He said, "You're free today, why don't you come to the strip club with us?"

"Someone's shaking their butt on stage so early in the morning? Aren't these people too dedicated?"

"During crabbing season, there are always girls performing in the club. There are a lot of people, so even if you want to find a solo dancer, it's no problem." said the young mutant who was familiar with the place.

"Never mind. I only have some change with me today. If I really want to enter the club and can't even afford a drink, I don't want to experience the feeling of being thrown out by the bodyguards."

"Hey, that's not a problem. You saved my life, so I was thinking of buying you a drink. You can go to the club, it's my treat. I'm also going to take my brother to see some women today."

Henry was almost ready to accept the offer, but he was a hardworking man. Starting a business was always difficult, and he was just saving his first pot of gold, so it was not time to enjoy it yet.

I'm a broke alien with nothing. Unless I plan to rob a bank, I need to prepare enough money to survive. Spending money on strippers feels like throwing it in a puddle.

Besides, even though I was destined to be a slave, I still knew a thing or two about business. As the saying goes, where there are many tourists, there are bound to be rip-offs. This was the peak time for sailors, so how could this industry not be a scam?

Henry didn't refuse too decisively, however. Instead, he put on a face that showed a struggle, then a regretful resignation. He said, "It's not that I don't want to go, but I have other things to do. You know, I have some identity issues that need to be resolved."

The young mutant understood the hint.

It's said that the United States is a country of immigrants, and even today, there's a constant influx of people, both legal and illegal.

No matter who it was, they would try to find a way to solve this problem. So the young mutant could only say regretfully: "Well, your matter is indeed very important. Would you like me to introduce you to someone who can handle this kind of thing?"

Henry said, "I've found some ways. Let me try them out first. If they don't work, I'll come back to ask you for help. I'll need your help then."

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything." The young mutant said casually.

Although their relationship wasn't one of the four great ironies of life, their experience working together on the crab boat was no less than sharing a gun.

As long as it's convenient and can be done, no one will refuse. Of course, with the American social atmosphere where private affairs are clearly separated, they won't be like the aunts and uncles back home who insist on meddling in other people's affairs and can't be stopped.

So after saying hello to old George, Henry drove to Tom's company.

The town was small, so the time spent driving was less than the time spent looking for a car and parking. So Henry arrived at his destination in no time.

But judging by the parking situation in front of the door, they are quite busy today?

Thinking of this, Henry immediately learned from his super senses that there were indeed a few more people in Old Tom's office.

Judging from the way they were sitting there peacefully, it should be just business and not a big deal.

And the woman sitting in the public office area at the entrance, who was always calm and composed, still maintained the same attitude.

Henry opened the door and walked in, greeting: "Hello, is Old Tom here?"

This was a question she'd already asked. But no one knew. The woman pointed to the sofa seating area nearby and said, "Tom has a guest. Wait here."

"Okay." When he walked past the woman's desk, he saw a few gold coins casually placed on the table.

The minting level of these gold coins is quite high, and they are obviously modern craftsmanship, so they cannot be antiques.

However, modern commemorative gold coins should be sealed in plastic shells when they are sold. In addition to preventing deformation and oil stains, the most important thing is to prevent scratches.

In other words, this kind of thing is mainly collected for commemorative value and is not used as currency.

However, the gold coins on the table were not well protected and had obvious signs of being used, like some small change coins. This was quite unusual.

Then, judging from the pattern on the gold coin, there is no obvious nationality feature, indicating that it is very likely to be privately minted.

So, Alaska, which had its gold rush, also has the habit of using gold coins as currency?

Henry was puzzled and his eyes lingered on the gold coin for a while.

The woman rolled her eyes, opened the same drawer again, and swept the gold coins inside, not worrying at all about the gold losing weight and value due to scratches.

So it's fake gold? Gold plated?

Although the question remained unanswered, the other party's actions had almost made it clear. Henry withdrew his gaze and picked up a magazine from the nearby bookshelf to read.

At Old John's bar, he was busy watching the classic movie channel on TV. Although his bar had a newspaper, it was only a local newspaper with no content to speak of. So Henry didn't have the habit of reading it.

But on Tom's side, there were some national magazines, including business and fashion magazines. Although many of them were old magazines, they were enough for Henry.

He picked up a representative Time magazine and read it. The cover featured a handsome old man in a smart suit, with a mustache and white hair and beard.

Although Henry was attracted to the old white man on the cover, it had nothing to do with his sexual orientation, because the cover of the magazine also had a big headline: "The Most Successful Scientist and the Smartest Businessman."

Turning to the inside pages, we see that the cover character is Howard Stark, Chairman of Stark Industries.

This comprehensive enterprise, encompassing civilian, military, and aerospace industries, was founded from scratch by this mechanical prodigy, who displayed burgeoning talent at a young age. With the assistance of his business partner, Obadiah Stane, it has grown into the influential behemoth it is today.

In addition to the patents invented by Howard Stark, the article also reviews the major historical events in which Stark Industries participated.

Stark Industries has been involved in various government projects, including the First and Second World Wars, the birth of Captain America, the Apollo program in the 60s, and even the moon landing.

The article is full of flattery and all kinds of success theories are woven into it. It's almost like watching fish swim upstream, or drilling holes in walls to steal light, or pricking one's legs with a needle, and it has the flavor of the old-school chicken soup and eight-part essays.

However, looking at this person's photo gave Henry a deeper understanding that he had really come to the Marvel Universe.

It's just that this place doesn't look like a pure movie universe world, because mutants can be seen everywhere.

It is common for American comics to rely on the books and settings. In this case, the advantage of prior knowledge is not that great.

Coupled with the fact that he was a Kryptonian who had gone to the wrong studio, Henry was more determined to stay calm and avoid unnecessary trouble. As for the Dragon Aotian and the like, let others do it.

They're blaming everyone, even the gods, the Life Tribunal, and even the next door. Aren't those people tired? Why don't they take their blaming home?

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Chapter 26 Legal Status

In fact, Henry didn't have to wait long, and Tom's conversation with the guest was soon over.

Henry didn't know how long they had been talking before, but when he came in, Tom was almost done talking to his visitor.

This delayed Henry's super hearing, and he only heard one of them say to Tom something like "find the target as soon as possible."

In fact, if Henry wanted to search the noise memory in his super brain and restore the conversation between Tom and the guest that he had previously overlooked, it would not be impossible.

But he wasn't that curious. While gossip was human nature, it was only interesting when it involved something fishy and risqué. Eavesdropping on business negotiations was nothing; he had no intention of becoming a corporate spy.

After the conversation inside ended, the two guests did not stay long and walked out directly to leave.

Henry didn't pretend to be completely buried in the magazine, nor did he stare at them after they came out.

He just looked up as normal people did after hearing the sound, then returned to looking at the magazine.

On the other hand, the two men had sour faces on their faces, as if the whole world owed them money. They even stared at Henry for a while when they walked past him, trying to connect his face with their goal.

Although Henry did not look up at them, his senses were quite clear about such actions.

One of them, in particular, had his eyes opening and closing vertically, as if they had a bird's nictitating membrane. This startled him, though it wasn't noticeable.

This is another mutant. What the hell is going on in this world...

The two strangers walked out the door, and Tom's voice finally rang out: "Hey, Henry, you finally got here. Come into my office."

Henry put the magazine back and walked into Tom's office. He saw Tom clearing away the glasses left by the previous group of guests, then handed Henry a cup of hot coffee and gestured for him to sit down.

Henry sat down without caring whether the chair still had the warmth from the previous group of guests.

The reason why he was so careless about such small details was because not many people would notice them. Henry noticed this because it was the influence of his previous life before he crossed over.

As so-called otakus, they tend to be somewhat obsessed with cleanliness when it comes to their private areas. Of course, they also try to refrain from stepping on others. That's why they notice little things like this.

After they sat down, Tom pulled a large brown paper bag from a drawer and pushed it in front of Henry. He said, "The documents are all in there. Take a look. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Henry emptied the contents of the paper bag.

Basically, except for the passport and the color of the cover, the global standards are similar, and they are the same as what I saw before I traveled through time, so I can recognize them.

I can recognize the words on the other things, but I don’t understand what they are used for.

Seeing Henry's confused look, Tom politely pointed at the document and explained.

He sorted the items one by one, pointing and saying, "You seem to recognize this passport. And here's your Social Security card and related documents. You're a US citizen, and here's your birth certificate."

"If you take this thing, you will have to pay a lot of taxes. Please consult an accountant for details, and they will tell you how much you need to pay. This is considered protection money to the US government to maintain your legal status.

"So don't spend all your money and not be able to pay your taxes. That's worse than breaking the law. The IRS is tougher than the FBI. They won't kill you, but they might squeeze you out and sell you for a price to pay your taxes."

"Then here's the work permit and certificate. Considering you might have cashed the check before, I took the initiative to help you find Old George and get a salary certificate.

"Before cashing a check, it's best to make a copy for tax purposes. And here's my driver's license and the car transfer documents. I've also given you the license plate, so you don't need to change it."

"This is all legal information, and the FBI can easily investigate it. So if you want to do something bad, don't ruin your identity. Some of the information in there is tricky to handle."

Henry hesitated and asked, "Is it really that simple?"

"This is Alaska. Besides here, overseas territories like Hawaii and Saipan are a little easier to do. But Hawaii, as a tourist destination, has a lot of eyes on it. On the other hand, no one wants to come to this barren, deserted place to verify anything."

Tom explained: "In order to maintain these enclaves that don't border the mainland, the government has some preferential policies. However, the actual operation is not as strict as in the mainland.

"But when I say I'm not afraid of the FBI, it's because these documents are legal. But if they really try to find flaws, they'll find a ton of them. So don't get yourself into that situation, understand me?"

"Understood." Henry put away the certificates and documents while confirming what they were used for.

Just after Henry put everything away, Tom started chatting and asked, "Are you going to take this package on George's boat?"

"If you've already fed the king crabs, I can't help you get a new one. Even if you want to do it again, the information is already in the file, which would be a bit troublesome, you know."

Henry put down the brown paper bag, took a sip of coffee, and said, "I met with George this morning. He said the Anne 21st won't be back in port for another two days. There's no work today. With him taking care of it, I don't want to look for someone else's boat."

Tom agreed: "Yes, being with the right people is more important than making a lot of money. It's just that young people nowadays don't quite understand this."

"Ha. It's all about making money, after all. If the so-called 'right person' is just trying to trick you into working for nothing with promises of loyalty and a promising future, would you agree?"

"That's impossible. Like you said, it's all about the damn money." Tom changed the subject and asked, "If you don't have anything to do today, is there a job you'd like to take? Make some extra money."

"What kind of work?"

"Go to a place to confirm something for me. Just take a look. The place isn't far away, you can make a round trip today."

"Well, is it related to the two people who went out before me?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Tom replied ambiguously.

"Never mind. I have a feeling that getting involved with them will cause trouble."

Tom didn't try to persuade her anymore. He raised his hands and said, "Okay, it's your free choice."

Henry said casually, "I didn't expect you to be selling intelligence part-time."

"In this remote area, without the means to work on a crabbing boat, the only way to make a living is to find ways to earn more. If I weren't seasick, I'd be a captain, not just a professional crabber."

"Buy a boat and let someone you trust run it," Henry suggested.

Tom laughed and said, "This is a very complicated matter. You don't understand."

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Chapter 27 Celebration Banquet

Curiosity kills the cat, a truth Heng knew before he crossed over. The lesson of eating melons and developing diabetes insipidus, or helping someone and causing an accident, is too memorable.

Besides, he had been imprisoned in an underground research institute for the first twenty years of his life in this world, and had only been in Alaska for more than two months. Henry didn't believe he would offend anyone.

Only the town's sheriff never relaxed his vigilance, but he also exercised restraint and refrained from engaging in overtly aggressive behavior.

Therefore, the possibility that Old Tom's guests were targeting him was far less than one in ten thousand.

In this case, there is no need to have too severe a paranoid complex, insisting on finding out what the other person is doing and suspecting that the other person is plotting against you.

This behavior is no less than that in the horror thrillers of the 1980s and 1990s, where the black supporting characters insist on going against the main character team, then split up and act alone.

If we don’t watch the murderer slaughtering this kind of guy, it would be a waste for the director to create such a character and give him so many shots.

If I was really too curious and chased after him, only to be exposed again, it would be like seeing a whirlpool in front of me and then jumping into it, which would be as stupid as that.

Anyway, after finishing his conversation with Tom, Henry drove back to the small town in the north, to Old John's bar.

The next two days passed in peace and the story of the two strangers who had met once did not spread to the small town.

The townspeople would only come to Old John's for a drink at night. The rest of the time, Henry would indulge in classic movie channels.

He went out on the boat three more times with Old George until the end of the king crab season.

The last trip lasted only a few days, and we returned before the cabin was full because we had to return the king crabs we caught to the port before the end of the crabbing season.

If you return after the time limit, the fine can be so high that the trip is wasted, or even you lose money. In serious cases, license revocation is not impossible.