Daisy in Marvel World

Chapter 15 Processing Plant

I was wearing gloves before, so my fingerprints would not be found at the scene, and a few gangsters would die. With the low efficiency of the New York police, they would not come to me to measure the gunpowder smoke reaction.

Back at the apartment, he put himself on the sofa with a numb mind, enduring the discomfort caused by the first murder.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and he doesn't intend to cause trouble, but it turns out that things come to him instead.

After taking a few deep breaths, she patted her cheek, cheered herself up, took out her computer, entered the network, and searched for the location provided by the tattooed man.

The other party was very vigilant, and this was a blind spot for cameras. She searched around and found no obvious signs of entry and exit.

Mrs. Gao is one of the Five Fingers of the Hand, an elder expelled from the holy land of Kunlun. She looks old and can be blown down by a gust of wind. In fact, she has lived for more than 400 years and is a proper Ming Dynasty.

Proficiency in using "Qi" and flying boulders through the air are all Madam Gao's abilities. For 400 years, she traveled to every corner of the world, making her proficient in all martial arts. With the blessing of "Qi", her strength, speed, and responsiveness will all have a huge increase.

Daisy didn't really want to provoke this kind of enemy, but the two sides had already met, and all the subordinates sent by the other party were killed, so she was very suspicious.

What's more, Mrs. Gao is not a policeman, she doesn't talk about the evidence, she only looks at the results.

Daisy wanted to strike first, and drive her out of New York if she couldn't kill the old thing.

In the next few days, she deliberately observed the area with a telescope from a distance. The other party was very secretive, but there would always be traces.

Not surprisingly, this is a "washing powder" processing factory. Daisy probably has a large interior space. There is only a small door outside, and there are two big men guarding the door with micro-sprays. It can be said that it is heavily guarded.

Every day at midnight, when the small door opens, there will be a blind man with a satchel on his back, staggering to deliver the goods. This is Mrs. Gao’s business in New York.

Looking at the delivery man's gouged out eyes, Daisy's heart was filled with anger, this old thing should be damned!

She didn't act rashly. It was the Punisher who liked to be a lone hero, not her.

I have been an ordinary citizen in my previous life, and I don't want to be a hero in this life.

Daisy calls on the police for help.

Although there were more black police officers in New York than anyone she had ever seen, there were a few good ones.

She didn't use hacking skills, but started to screen by relying on the list on the police station's external website.

George Stacy is the chief of the New York Police Department, the father of Gwen Stacy, and the future father-in-law of Spider-Man.

Originally, this was a good helper, but it was a pity that Fang Zi had a high authority, and he would go out for meetings every now and then, and Daisy couldn't see this person at all with conventional means.

The only remaining well-known upright policeman she remembers is a big daddy, but unfortunately he has left.

Pick and choose, and finally target the patrolman Brett Mahoney who was born in Hell's Kitchen. This black man is one of the few policemen who have not received black money.

He is a friend of Daredevil, a good cop who is determined to maintain order in Hell's Kitchen.

Daisy has also seen him before, after all, he is also one of the natives, but he is not familiar with him.

Brett passed by the corner of the street, Daisy adjusted her frequency slightly to make herself look particularly friendly and trustworthy, and then walked over quickly.

"Hey, Mr. Police Officer." She looked a little flustered, as if seeing a savior again.

"I recognize you, what's the matter?" The black policeman saw her face and thought for a while. In their eyes, all Chinese people looked similar. If Daisy was not really beautiful, he would not have recognized her at all.

Daisy looked around cautiously, then lowered her voice and said: "I found a processing factory, they use disabled people to manufacture and sell, and the scale is very large..."

At first, Brett wanted to scold her for talking nonsense. This kind of case is not something a young girl can get involved in, but the goodwill caused by Daisy's vibration frequency made him endure it.

After listening to it, Brett was sweating profusely. Whether it was true or not, it was very difficult to handle, after all, he was a patrolman.

Although a little unbelievable, he still confessed: "I'm just a patrolman. If your information is true, then you need to go back to the police station to report the crime. Shall I take you there?"

Why would I look for you if I could go to the police station to report the crime!After reporting the crime on the front foot, someone tipped the news on the back foot. Daisy once again sympathized with the black IQ.

But she can't directly tell the black patrol officers that the New York Police Department is full of corruption.

"Aren't you talking about the evidence? Tonight you and I go to the scene to see, after all, I don't have a gun, and I don't have much fighting ability..." Daisy began to pretend to be pitiful.

Brett thought about it and thought it made sense. Now he simply reported it. If the news is true, everything is easy to say. If it is false, he will be in bad luck.

At this time, go to the scene to see if the news is true or false. No matter how the case is finalized, his credit will not escape.

Honest people also want to be promoted, who wants to be a policeman for a lifetime!

After taking a look at Daisy, she really looked like a delicate girl, and immediately nodded in agreement.

In the middle of the night, Daisy and the black patrolman hid in a small building, 200 meters away was Mrs. Gao's washing powder processing factory.

"Is that the factory you mentioned? It doesn't look very big." Bright asked.

Daisy smiled, and a burst of IQ crushed spontaneously, "Look at its building height, it is one meter higher than ordinary houses, don't you think there is a problem? I have calculated the power supply and drinking water consumption in the vicinity, as follows There must be a large underground space, and it is conservatively estimated that there can be hundreds of people."

While the two were talking, the small door opened, and a thin man held a blind stick, tapped the ground with a "da da" sound, and slowly walked out.

In the dark night, the blind man staggered forward with a big bag on his shoulders.

As a friend of Daredevil, Brett has seen blind people, and he can tell that this person is really blind.

"Is this guy the delivery man you're talking about? Why...?"

Daisy sneered: "Why use blind people? Blind people will not be searched, and even if they are caught, they will not be severely punished. Moreover, they are not born blind..."

Seeing it with his own eyes, Brett has no doubts in his heart.

If a few blind people opened a massage parlor, it would be impossible to hire two burly men to stand guard at the door. There must be something wrong behind that small door.

Daisy drew another schematic diagram for him: "This blind man will get on the bus at the second intersection ahead, and where the car will take him, I don't know."

She didn't provide many clues, but they all explained one thing. This is a big case, and there are a series of people behind the scenes, such as manufacturing, processing and sales, to be arrested.

The black patrolman looked at her, and Daisy nodded with a sense of justice.

"If it's really what you said, this matter is too big to be resolved by the bureau." He said hesitantly.

"You think the news will get out?" Daisy asked.

The black patrolman nodded, no one is a fool, the police who collect black money will always show some flaws, as colleagues can see it, but no one has exposed this fact.

(End of this chapter)