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Chapter 194: The Plot Begins to Gradually Go Wrong (1)

"Are you sure you're okay?" Thor stood at the door, carefully inspecting Eddie. Eddie looked terrible, with hair that seemed to have not been washed in days, tangled into a bird's nest. The sweater he was wearing seemed like a designer brand, but many places had already started fraying. His coat was even worse, with dirty oil stains on one sleeve.

Thor had been wandering around Hell's Kitchen for the past few days and had seen many homeless people. Eddie's appearance fit right in with them.

Seeing that his neighbor had fallen into such a state, Thor felt bad about mentioning the noise issue again. He could only say, "If you need help, I'm next door..."

"Damn it! I'm not a homeless person!" Eddie obviously saw the sympathy in Thor's eyes and hammered the door frame. "I'm just..."

He had barely uttered a syllable when he suddenly swayed backwards, hitting the entranceway behind him. The water cup on the entranceway fell to the ground and shattered. He turned around and cursed, "Damn it, why..."

Then he violently leaned to the left, hitting his head on the door frame again. He then staggered back a few steps like a puppet, before running to the sink to vomit.

Thor couldn't just stand by and watch. Even if it wasn't to help him, he didn't want his newly found home to be destroyed. He could only enter Eddie's room to see what was wrong with him.

Eddie's room was a mess, with several boxes of documents and miscellaneous items piled up at the door. It looked like he had packed in a hurry, with objects of all sizes piled together without any order, ready to collapse at any moment.

Thor stepped over the documents and found a pile of machines he didn't recognize on his left, some of which were messy brackets, while others looked like cannons.

Having lived in the human world for so many days, Thor understood that any machine he didn't recognize was probably expensive. If he broke them, he couldn't afford to pay for them. So he went around to the right side of the room, where the sofa was.

The sofa was piled high with clothes, the most noticeable of which were several suits covered in dust covers. They looked different from the other clothes and even if Thor couldn't distinguish between the types of human clothing, he could tell that the workmanship of these suits was much better than the others.

Further in, there was a suitcase on the floor. Eddie had obviously been kicked out, and his suitcase was a mess, with many things still inside.

Stepping over the suitcase, Thor entered the kitchen and saw Eddie squatting on the ground, leaning against the cabinet. He seemed to have completely collapsed, with a blank look in his eyes, muttering to himself.

Eddie saw a huge shadow appear in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw Thor looking at him with concern. He opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to ask for help, but then felt that what he wanted to say was too absurd and didn't say anything.

"Maybe I should take you to the hospital," Thor said, looking down at Eddie. "You really look sick."

Saying that, Thor turned and walked out, apparently wanting to make a phone call. Eddie quickly got up and grabbed him, saying, "No! Don't go! I don't have the money to pay for an ambulance!"

"But you really look terrible," Thor turned around and pointed at Eddie's face. "You're the most haggard human I've ever seen. Don't you have a mirror? Take a look at yourself?"

Eddie let out a deep sigh and slowly walked to the sofa, pushing aside the messy clothes. "You're from Texas, right? Sit down. I don't have anything to offer you, just grab those two cans of beer next to the suitcase."

Thor stood in place and looked at him. Although he didn't understand Earth people, he had basic discernment skills and could tell that this man was not a homeless person, but someone who had fallen on hard times for some reason. He obviously had a story to tell.

Thor grabbed two cans of beer from Eddie's suitcase and sat down opposite him, giving Eddie one can and putting the other in front of himself.

Of course, Thor knew about alcohol. When he worked in the warehouse, the boss would provide a meal, and after his shift, his colleagues would invite him to drink beer.

For Thor, Earth's alcohol was a bit too light, but it was better than nothing. So on the first day he moved into his new home, he went to the store nearby and bought a few bottles of beer to stock up.

Eddie opened the can and took a few big gulps. Thor waved his hand at him and said, "Don't drink like that. You don't drink often, do you? You're just swallowing foam, which will make your stomach bloated. You won't be able to drink it later."

"Later?" Eddie smiled bitterly and said, "I only have these two cans of beer. How long do you think they will last?"

"It's alright, I have a few bottles left. I'll bring them to you later." Thor didn't care at all. He had a bold temperament honed from years of battle experience. Eddie looked at his movements and said, "You must be a retired soldier, right? I can tell, you must have fought in a war."

Thor raised an eyebrow, it was the first time someone had said that to him. He said to Eddie, "You're not an ordinary person either. No one noticed my identity before."

Hearing him admit it, Eddie carefully observed him again and said, "Judging by your physical fitness, you should be an elite of a special forces unit. Which unit were you in? Why didn't you become an instructor?"

Thor waved his hand and didn't intend to continue the conversation. Over the past few days, he had realized that his war record was only being talked about on Earth, and people thought he was crazy and then lost his job.

Thor still doesn't put ordinary humans in his eyes, so he doesn't need their approval of his war record. So if anyone asks again, he'll just wave goodbye and remain silent.

"Well, I know you have confidentiality agreements, I won't ask anymore." Eddie took another sip of beer and said, "Since that's the case, you must be very tight-lipped. Maybe it's okay to talk to you about it."

"How did you end up like this?"

Thor looked around the room and said, "There are also valuable things in your room. You used to be quite wealthy, right? How did you end up like this?"

Bringing up this matter, Eddie sighed deeply again. With the help of alcohol, he opened up.

"What I'm about to say may be shocking, maybe you'll think I'm crazy, but that's the truth."

Eddie took a sip of beer and squeezed the beer can tightly. Veins bulged on the back of his hand.

"I was originally a journalist, and the top one at that. I've won many awards, interviewed many celebrities, and many well-known reports came from me. At my best, even the editor-in-chief had to give me face."

Eddie placed the beer can on the coffee table with a "pop" and continued, "But everything changed just a month ago."

He squeezed the beer can tighter and the foam on the surface of the beer can overflowed from the can. Under the dim light, it shimmered with a colorful sheen. Eddie's eyes stared at the luster, and his thoughts drifted back to a month ago.

"Morning, Eddie."

"Morning, what's up? You seem like you have something to say?" Eddie looked at his colleague who greeted him. The colleague who greeted him walked over and lowered his voice, "The editor-in-chief is looking for you. He seems pretty angry, you better be careful."

After speaking, the colleague patted his shoulder and left. Eddie held documents and had a camera hanging around his neck as he pushed open the glass door of the editor-in-chief's office.

The editor-in-chief was on the phone. When he saw Eddie come in, he looked at him with his eyes and then hung up the phone. He knocked on the table and motioned for Eddie to come over. He said, "Eddie, did you read the Daily Bugle yesterday?"

"Uh, I didn't. What happened to them?"

"Their new issue sold out, and so did their magazine. They released a newspaper that takes stock of New York's weirdos. There are high-definition photos of Spider-Man and Iron Man, as well as photos of them bravely fighting crime. Even a journalist talked to Spider-Man and confirmed that Spider-Man is really just a high school student."

"On the other hand, our previous issue of the newspaper had poor sales. People aren't interested in what river construction projects are going on."

"Eddie, I know you're a well-known journalist, but you've been walking down the wrong path lately. People don't care about what rich people are going to do with construction projects. That has nothing to do with them. They just want to see high-definition photos of New York's vigilantes and their amazing gossip..."

"I know..." The editor-in-chief reached out his hand to comfort Eddie and said, "I know this kind of news isn't your specialty, but we have to bow to sales. If we can't come up with some big news, this season's performance will be too ugly, and we may have to cut salaries."

Eddie heard the threat in the editor-in-chief's tone and said helplessly, "Didn't we win with the vampire incident before?"

"That was all a few months ago, too far away for us in this line of work. We have to find a new angle!"

"By the way, do you know about the recent hot topic of the Immortal Formula?"

"I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it."

"That's alright, I've arranged to interview Drake, the boss of the Life Foundation tomorrow. You'll be responsible for interviewing him and talking to him about the Eternal Life Factor."

"The Life Foundation claims to have found a better way to extract the Eternal Life Factor, which is faster and more effective. They have also invited many testers, and the feedback has been very good. Drake has been extremely popular lately."

The editor waved his fist and said, "We must seize this opportunity. If this interview becomes popular, not only can we surpass the Daily Bugle, but we may also have the chance to try out that magical Eternal Life Factor Medicine."

"Go quickly, Eddie. Your career will reach new heights."