Marvel Administrative Officer

Chapter 79 Doomsday

The rich legacy left to Jack by the assassination of the professor made Jack the sole leader of the mutant group.

In the past few months, thanks to Jack's efforts, Hell's Kitchen has become a paradise for half mutants.

Mutant wanderers across America are slowly concentrating on Hell's Kitchen, and the best of them will serve Jack.

Jack left the 45th Bureau with satisfaction, and returned to the Long Island Manor from Hell's Kitchen under the protection of the rapids.

As soon as he walked into the living room, he bumped into a face full of excitement.

I saw her bouncing around and said: "Hi, Mr. Jack, I picked a very good manor today. Its area is bigger than X Academy, and it is very beautiful."

Seeing the flicker of joy, Jack smiled knowingly, pretending to be serious and said: "If it doesn't satisfy me, I will buy you three math test papers with yellow letters from the East."

The flickering smile on her face immediately sank, and she asked with a mournful face: "How can you be so cruel."

"Unless you're not confident in your choices, you shouldn't be so worried." Jack laughed.

"I'm sure you'll like it!" Twinkle returned to high spirits.

It really is youthful at heart.

After chatting with Blink again, Jack called Cheney,

"Mark is still in the hospital, so you have to work harder to decorate the new house, and you must install the best security facilities."

"Okay, boss." Cheney paused and asked, "If I'm not by your side, what about your daily work?"

Jack pondered for a while and said, "Help me recruit a secretary and let him replace your current job."

Cheney nodded and left immediately.

Looking at Cheney's back, Jack fell into deep thought.

He is a person who finds it difficult to trust others, and Cheney impressed him with his diligent and professional working attitude.

Jack lacks direct descendants, and Cheney's ability to work is outstanding. It would be a waste of his talent to keep him in the manor. After this renovation work, Jack plans to put Cheney in the Mutant Support Club.

Although Wesley, who is currently in charge of the mutant support club, has done nothing wrong, he is Fisk's man after all.

Thinking of his stretched situation, Jack couldn't help but sigh with emotion,
It's so difficult!

Originally planning to recruit Frank, I didn't expect to include a Mark now.

But this difficulty will always pass.

While Jack was resting leisurely, a storm had set off in the dark world of New York.

Fisk has long coveted other areas of New York City, but he has never had a good excuse. This shooting incident is simply a gift from heaven.

With Jack in the know, Fisk wages an all-out war against the dark side of the rest of New York.

At the same time, the mutant support club also started its own way of chasing the murderer.

The mutants at the bottom are not as powerful as Cyclops, Storm and others, but their endless mutant abilities are also very difficult to deal with.

For example, Kano, he has a super sense of smell. Before he came to Jack, this super power was his nightmare. He couldn't control his ability. He hardly dared to go out. Killed him.

After learning about Kano's mutant ability, Jack asked Hank to create a special nasal plug for him, which can adjust Kano's own sense of smell like Cyclops' glasses, and then assigned him to work in the 45th branch. Here, Kano is like a duck to water!
In the past month alone, Kano has solved two murders, and he has been in the limelight for a while.

There are nine other mutants who have similar experience with Kano. They are now the backbone of the 45th branch, each with its own characteristics.

They go out together, and this is a disaster for the dark world of New York.

During the day, they have to face the raid of the freight yard and the arrest of members of the organization, and at night they have to face the attack of Fisk.

Within seven days, the Rhino Gang and the Bigfoot Gang were destroyed one after another.

And Fisk also successfully pushed his forces to the vicinity of the Hudson River.

Hell's Kitchen, Fisk Mansion.

"Boss, those Orientals in Flushing are nothing but a rabble, why should we stop attacking?" Bullseye really didn't understand his boss' behavior.

"The mob?" Fisk showed a cruel smile, "Bullseye, your understanding of New York is too one-sided. Flushing is a bottomless quagmire. I warn you that no one is allowed to go there without my consent." Provocation there!"

"Okay, boss," Bullseye replied.

Bullseye, who looks crazy and neurotic to outsiders, is as honest as a sheep at the moment.

"How's the Brooklyn shooting going?"

"There has been no breakthrough yet. Those gunmen should be newcomers who have just arrived in New York. We can't find any trace of them."

Fisk frowned, "Nothing was found? It's impossible!"

"I've sent everyone, but I can't find a trace of them."

"Where's the gun? They used an assault rifle, which is not easy to handle!"

Fisk is angry!

"I've checked all the suppliers, and they haven't released an assault rifle recently." Bullseye said, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.

Fisk exuded a dangerous aura, and Bullseye was very familiar with this aura, which put him under great pressure.

"Alexie!" Fisk angrily popped out a name from his mouth.

Most of today's New York is Fisk's world, except for Flushing's Eastern Organization, the only one who can compete with him is the Russian gangster Alexei.

And Alexey is in the arms business.

So he became Fisk's key suspect.

On the other side, Kano returned without success again. The task that he thought would be easy seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of black mist. This was the first time Kano encountered setbacks since his debut.

He checked the file over and over again, hoping to find a clue from the confession of the personnel at the scene.

Late at night.

In an abandoned factory building in Queens, three big men squatted.

They are poorly dressed and can only rely on each other to resist the cold of New York winter.

"Benny, how long are we going to hide here?" one of the big men asked.

The big man named Benny drooped his head and said in a deep voice, "Now the whole New York is looking for us, we have to wait for the limelight to pass."

"Can't we build a fire? I'm so cold!" complained the last big man.

"That will expose us! Romil, we have worked so hard to come to New York, as long as we spend this time, we will definitely earn a lot of dollars." Benny encouraged.

"Ha, a lot of dollars?" Romil sneered, "Maybe we will freeze to death tonight."

Just when Benny was about to speak, a voice suddenly came out from the darkness,
"You will never freeze to death, you will only die by my hands!"

"Who?"

Benny picked up the rifle, but it was a step too late.

Puff puff puff!

It's a suppressed pistol!
Four muffled shots were fired, and Benny's two companions fell before his eyes.

Da da da……

Benny immediately pulled the trigger and started shooting towards the dark place. He didn't stop until the bullets were exhausted.

Should be dead?
Benny stepped back slowly, his hands trembling violently, changing the clip with difficulty.

"Who hired you?"

A deep voice came from behind Benny. He turned around to shoot, but his movement was too slow, and the opponent had already kicked him on the knee.

There was a crisp sound, and severe pain hit Benny's brain.

Before he could utter a scream, the rifle in his hand had already been unloaded by the opponent.

"I ask again, who hired you."

Benny raised his head slowly, and what caught his eyes was a white skull.

(End of this chapter)