foreigner's journey

Chapter 1201 Rumors
"Hey man, did you hear that? Jason and Kyle are in big trouble now."

In the school corridor, Peter spoke mysteriously to Heather.

"It is said that the punk girl shot them twice in the thigh bones, not only did the flesh go through but the bones were also shattered beyond recognition. It was just horrible."

Heather nodded. "It's pretty tragic, but who are they?"

"They blocked our two scums together that day! They are the backbone of the 'Devil Gang'. This time Ned has really made a big move. The police are uncharacteristically obsessed with the crimes their gang has committed in the past, and they have actually uncovered several cases with solid evidence. The Devil Gang is probably going to disband... Hey, Gwen."

The two were chatting when they suddenly found Gwen standing in front of them with a stack of books in her arms.

"Peter, you didn't even tell Uncle Ben and Aunt May about such a big thing? If my father hadn't handled this case, were you planning to keep it a secret for the rest of your life?"

Gwen's cold and pretty face showed a bit of gloating:

"My dad has already told Uncle Ben about this. You're on your own."

"Oh my God! Uncle George can't do this!" Peter held his head in his hands and wailed.

Gwen turned to look at Heather again, cleared her throat, and asked in a less cold tone, "Heather, are you okay? My father said that if you hadn't stopped the murderer in time, I'm afraid many people would have been killed or injured."

Heather didn't expect that Gwen, a campus star, would take the initiative to talk to a little nerd like her. She was stunned for a moment before answering, "Fortunately, that person didn't hurt me. Thank you for your concern."

"Uh, not that I care, I just... um... just wanted to tell you that you did a really cool job on this. Yeah, that's it, see you later."

After saying this with some gestures, Gwen ran away in a hurry with the book in her arms, leaving Heather and Peter confused.

"Is she always like this?" Heather pointed in the direction Gwen left.

"No, she is always very rude to boys."

Peter blinked, then fell into a state of panic about being questioned by Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

There was nothing Heather could do about it and she could only wish Peter good luck.

When school was over, Peter went home alone, worried as if he had lost his soul, while Heather went to the Daily Bugle Building.

The Daily Bugle Building is located at 39th Street and 1978nd Avenue in Manhattan. It was originally named the Goodman Building. In , it was bought by JJJJ and the Daily Bugle moved into the building. The Goodman Building was also renamed the Daily Bugle Building.

Jameson's editor-in-chief's office is on the top floor of the building. Reporters and editors are coming and going outside the office, and the sound of telephones ringing and noise is heard one after another.

The beautiful secretary Marty Franklin outside the office door saw Heather coming over and smiled with her big eyes slightly narrowed: "Hi, handsome boy. The boss doesn't have anything to do right now, come in quickly."

When the door was opened, a tall man with a crew cut and a mustache was flipping through documents at his desk. When he saw Heather pushing the door open, his serious face suddenly became full of smiles: "Look who this is, our talented young writer, the hero who braved the fire to rescue the little girl!"

"Mr. Jameson, I'm here to collect my royalties."

Heather didn't bother with useless flattery and social pleasantries and went straight to the point.

Fortunately, JJJJ was not the kind of person who liked to be polite. He directly opened the drawer, took out an envelope that had been prepared long ago, and handed it to Heather:

"What a wonderful story! Your words are like leaves dripping into the readers' eyes. This way, the Daily Bugle can dominate the New York City newspaper sales list again this month. Damn Barney Bushkin and his Daily Globe!

Listen, kids, if you have a problem that is difficult to solve, just give me a call. I will not let the talented writer of the Daily Bugle be bullied for nothing."

Although JJJJ is usually mean and sharp-tongued, he really cares for Heather. On the one hand, Heather's serial novel "Evil Hero" is the golden signboard of the Daily Bugle, and JJJJ must tie down this treasure that lays golden eggs. On the other hand, Heather is the most peculiar young man JJJJ has ever met. He has a sense of responsibility and justice that young people in this country generally do not have.

This also led to JJJJ, who would normally have his subordinates spit all over their faces when they applied for a coffee cup, always calculating Heather's remuneration based on the maximum amount, and even a bonus. This was the limit of what JJJJ could do for this poor child who lost both parents without touching the boy's sensitive self-esteem.

After pinching the thickness of the envelope, Heather looked at JJJJ in surprise and thanked him sincerely: "...Mr. Jameson, thank you for your care."

Jameson smiled and waved his hand, then took out a cigar from the drawer. He first looked at the secretary outside the blinds and found that she was not looking at him. Then he lit the cigar and puffed away with peace of mind:
"Ever since the hospital found out that I have a problem with my blood pressure, Joan has been restricting my smoking, drinking and entertainment, and has also asked Mattie to monitor me. Next time you go to my house for dinner, you have to help me say something good in front of Joan.

By the way, try not to go out at night these days, Heather."

"What's wrong?" Heather looked at JJJJ. He was the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle and often mingled in high society. Could it be that he knew some information?
"Don't you think there are more and more so-called superheroes and super villains these days? Especially that Spider-Woman flying around in my territory. She's so annoying."

Jameson was furious when he mentioned the ghost spider. He hooked his finger to signal Heather to come closer and said in a low voice:

"Listen, I'm getting more and more press releases here, and some of them are about superhero villains. Do you know Hell's Kitchen?"

Heather recalled for a moment, then nodded: "I know."

New York is divided into five boroughs, namely the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens and Staten Island. Each borough has many small neighborhoods and communities, and Hell's Kitchen is a neighborhood in Manhattan. Its official administrative district name is Clinton, also known as West Midtown.

There are two legends about the origin of the name Hell's Kitchen.

One of them was published in the New York Times on September 1881, 9. A reporter interviewed people involved in a series of murders in West Midtown. The article specifically mentioned a notorious apartment building at the intersection of 22th Street and Tenth Avenue, and described it as "probably the lowest and filthiest block in the whole city." Therefore, 39th Street between Ninth and Tenth Avenues was called Hell's Kitchen, and it gradually spread to several surrounding blocks.

The second one comes from a police legend. It is said that a long time ago, two New York police officers were watching a small riot near West 39th Street and Tenth Avenue. At that time, the young rookie police officer blurted out "This place is hell", but the senior police officer named Fred corrected him, "It's an understatement to say it's hell, it's hell's kitchen."

From then on, West Midtown gradually became known as Hell's Kitchen.

"It is said that a strange man named 'Modoc' appeared in Hell's Kitchen. He controlled the underground forces in Hell's Kitchen and gradually radiated to the whole of New York. People called him the 'King of the Night'. The nights in New York have become increasingly uneasy recently. You should try not to go out at night and don't cause trouble."

　There is another chapter in the afternoon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)