Daisy in Marvel World

Chapter 11

The matter of Frank is over, at least it has nothing to do with her.

She didn't know that from her "car wash" to the last visit, Frank had been silently observing her all the way.

From age, appearance, height, and way of doing things, I have to read it carefully.

After she walked away, Frank made a call.

There was a thick voice on the opposite side, "Old man, I've heard about you. I'm sorry, I didn't have any warning in advance. If you need me to do something, just ask."

Frank remained expressionless, and after a long time, he said hoarsely, "Leave my business alone."

His words had several meanings, he rejected the other party's help, and he didn't want to be interfered by the government.

The other person understood what he meant, "Okay, I promise you."

Both parties fell silent, and just as the other party was about to hang up, Frank said again: "Nick, I see a woman who meets your adjutant standards."

"I've already found a candidate." The other party rejected him firmly.

"I'll tell you the information, it's up to you whether you need it or not." Frank told a lot of identity information quickly, then hung up the phone, looked at Baiyun, and thought of the infinite sadness in his family's heart.

Daisy didn't know that her information was recorded on the desk by someone with a heart. She was poor and really didn't know where to go, so she had to go back to school.

However, after staying for 10 minutes, he ran out again.

She and these white girls are naturally at odds, and she was able to restrain herself in her previous life. Now that she has supernatural powers, Russian gangsters can kill back and forth. A few girls are nothing!

Daisy's daily dress is cropped pants, socks, and canvas shoes, revealing a section of her ankles, which not only makes her legs look longer, but also adds a bit of skinny. Ten years later, both men and women on the street will be dressed like this, and she thinks it is normal.

But in the eyes of those white girls, it looks very different. They are still in the era of fat pants, hip-hop styles, stockings, and platform shoes.

A white girl felt that her dress did not comply with school regulations and wanted to tell her "rules."

Daisy swung her big mouth with a "snap", and then relying on her strong physical fitness, knocked down a group of people with three punches and two kicks, and walked out with her bag on her back.

Walking on the street, looking through the wallet again, do you really want to work?

Facing the bustling streets of Manhattan and seeing the streets full of people coming and going, she didn't know where she should go for a while.

Walking to the convenience store where the black girl works, Daisy has no psychological burden, and is going to treat her girlfriends to a good meal at noon.

Just passing by a street corner, I saw four women running out of a Japanese restaurant like crazy, followed by more men with knives and sticks chasing.

Daisy can only understand a few words, such as Baga, as for other Japanese, it is like a bible.

But it was a coincidence that her position was on the only way for the few of them.

The woman who fled first desperately gestured to her to run away.

The Japanese in the back were yelling there.

The Hand?Her first reaction was the Hand Association, but it didn't look like it. The Japanese men didn't look like they had received rigorous training. Their feet were weak and their breathing was disordered.

The woman who ran away first had messy clothes and a pretty face, but there was a slap mark on her face and blood on the corner of her mouth, but she still insisted on running out, and the rest of the women were also in various embarrassments.

"Ba Ga!" I saw a crew cut grabbing the hair of the last woman, yanking her down, and hitting her with the bat in his hand.

It's not appropriate for Daisy to watch the excitement anymore. She flew forward, kicked Xiaoping's head flying, picked up the opponent's bat, and didn't have any fighting skills, but it was still easy to hit a few small Japan with her strengthened physical fitness of.

After smashing and kicking, the Japanese were not opponents at all, and they lay all over the ground.

"Hurry up!" Seeing that someone was about to rush out again, Daisy also heard the sound of a bullet being loaded, so she hurriedly summoned a few girls to run with her.

As a native of Hell's Kitchen, she is very familiar with the terrain here. She led a few Japanese women around and escaped the pursuers before stopping.

"It's safe for the time being." She can run non-stop for a whole day in the underground city. This amount of exercise is not even a warm-up for her, but it is considered high-intensity exercise for a few Japanese women.

Several people embraced each other, still unable to believe the fact that they were saved.

The leading woman saw a trace of admiration in Daisy's eyes, she stuttered and thanked in English, said a word and bowed.

Daisy could only nod in return, the woman's English wasn't very good, she finally understood the ins and outs even after speaking and gestures.

I have to say that the Japanese are ruthless to outsiders, and they are also ruthless to their own people. A few college students who dreamed of the American dream were tricked into being here.

Seeing something wrong, they ran away.

As a result, they were discovered as soon as they ran to the gate. Several people struggled to move away the sundries at the gate. When they ran out, there were already pursuers behind. The sad reminder is still behind.

Daisy asked the leading woman a little strangely: "You said your name is Maki? Maki Matsumoto?"

"Yes, the previous name was too embarrassing to say, I am called this name now, please take care of me." Maki Matsumoto bowed again.

"What major did you study? Have you graduated?"

"The legal profession."

Daisy was a little surprised, this guy is also a celebrity in the future.

Maki Matsumoto, a lawyer, can't be provoked, and all three points are in line with the characteristics.If there is no Daisy today, she should have witnessed the wanton slashing and killing of Bullseye by Jin Bin's subordinates one day in the future. Since then, she has become madly infatuated with Bullseye and called herself Ms. Bullseye.

Although not comparable to the status of Shockwave, she is still a second-tier figure.

But now that she doesn't have that experience, whether she can become a cold-blooded killer is a question mark.

Daisy sent a few people to the Japanese embassy, ​​and it has nothing to do with her whether they return to China or what.

The remaining three Japanese women bowed to her and gave her their addresses one by one, hoping that if she went to Japan, they would be able to give them a chance to say thanks.

Only Maki Matsumoto stayed where she was, and she bowed deeply to Daisy.

"What's the matter?" She was afraid that the other party would ask her to borrow money, it would be too embarrassing.

"Miss Johnson, I am willing to stay and be your retainer!" Her voice was loud, and several Japanese women and consuls who hadn't gone far showed such expressions as expected.

Daisy squirted out a mouthful of old blood, what year is it, and she is still a retainer?

She waved her hands, "I'm just an ordinary person, and I have nothing to contribute to. You should go back to China according to Mr. Consul's arrangement. I'm afraid your parents are also worried about you."

Maki Matsumoto bowed again, "I'm a disgrace to my family. I'm a fool who can only daydream. Please take me in!"

Another ninety-degree bow, and then stopped getting up.

(End of this chapter)