Marvel Road to Survival

Maria Hill, who hurried over to Safe House No. 115 in Manhattan, was stunned for a moment when she looked at the blond man in front of her.

"Don't be in a daze, I'm George." Qiao Qi quickly told what happened today and selectively revealed the suspect.

"I can confirm that Wilson Fisk is the mastermind. No one knows his real name. Everyone calls him Kingpin!"

"The man who called me today and ordered Gwen to be kidnapped is named James Wesley. He is Fisk's agent on the surface!"

"I need to know where these two are, where Gwen Stacy is being held!"

"This is the number they called me from."

"That's all?" Maria blinked: "You can definitely say it on the phone."

"No, ma'am. I'm being targeted, even the entire block of my apartment, my teammates, classmates, and friends. People I often contact may be under surveillance, but you are the only one I can be sure they can't spy on. , and someone you can trust!" Qiao Qi was a little excited.

"Okay, I'll let the technical team do it. This is your mobile phone. He can directly use the bureau's satellite and encrypt the line." Maria handed over a touch-screen mobile phone.

"Thank you, I owe you a favor. There is another person who owns a gallery in New York, Vanessa Mariana. She should be easy to find. Help me find her."

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Jozy contacted David through an encrypted email and asked him to assist SHIELD technicians in tracking the target, and he received a reply soon.

Customs information pointed out that Wilson Fisk went to Europe yesterday and his current whereabouts are unknown. James Wesley is also outside the country and his location cannot be confirmed.

The number given by Qiao Qi showed that it belonged to Ireland. It was suspected to be a virtual number, but the source could not be traced.

And Vanessa’s gallery is quite famous, located in Manhattan!

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This is a minimally decorated exhibition hall. Many oil paintings with expensive frames are hung under spotlights. There are even some classical oil paintings hidden here. This is a zigzag-shaped exhibition hall. The white walls reflect light extremely well, and the unique techniques and skills on the canvas are clearly displayed.

People come and go in the gallery, and many middle-class people regard visiting galleries as a daily topic of conversation. A middle-aged gentleman with meticulously combed hair and silver-white sideburns, wearing a well-tailored silk suit.

The gentleman walked to an oil painting, looked at it for a few seconds, and then sat down on a bench in the gallery.

The white texture of the oil painting was scratched with paint to create a cracked effect, and messy lines filled the entire painting.

The name of this painting is - Rabbit in the Blizzard!

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In the dark and cramped environment, there was the sound of dripping water, and you couldn't even see your fingers.

"Where is this..."

"Does anyone hear me?"

Gwen woke up from the darkness. She didn't scream or run around in a panic like an ordinary girl. She quickly calmed down and tried calling for help.

It was too dark here, with almost no light. The girl shouted several times but there was no response. She began to fumble to stand up. The top here was very low, and the girl could only bend down.

One hand held the diamond pendant, which could calm her down and was the only thing left to her by that hateful man.

Her eyes had already adapted to the environment, but there was almost no light here. The girl could vaguely see the outline in front of her. She bent over and groped for the wall.

There was the sound of water in front of her. After walking a few steps, the girl touched an iron fence with thick rust on it. A big lock locked the fence tightly.

She smelled a familiar odor and quickly identified it as the smell of sewers. The smell smelled like ammonia from burning coal.

"There are only a few areas in New York City that use coal on a large scale, the thermal power plant in Brooklyn and several heavy industry factories on Long Island. If you don't leave New York..."

It was the first time that a girl fell into such a dark and helpless situation. She was not knocked down by fear. The police chief's daughter was different. She quickly began to calmly analyze the situation and try to locate her location. Gwen has only now shown the qualities she already possesses, a girl with extraordinary courage and a cool head.

The girl herself was shocked by these thoughts. She had no idea that she could do this. She was surprised by her own sharpness.

Called loudly, no one responded. Gwen knew very well that she had been kidnapped. She clearly remembered that her mouth and nose were covered before she lost consciousness.

"What is their motive for kidnapping the police chief's family? What purpose would make people take huge risks to do this. Maybe now dad has received the kidnapper's message, and the entire nypd is looking for me..."

The girl quickly sorted out her thoughts. Suddenly, the wall shook slightly, and then the ground also trembled regularly, followed by a very regular sound coming from the distance outside the iron fence...

"That's right! Grand Central Station carries a large amount of coking coal every year, and the residue during the loading and unloading process will be collected, burned and utilized. The train passes here. If I have not left New York and the train passes by frequently...then it can be determined, It’s underground near Central Station!”

The girl's thoughts continued and became clearer and clearer. Her thoughts were clear and she was thinking of ways to escape.

The vibrations from the passing train continued, and the cement walls of the sewer were cracked in some places due to age. The vibration disturbed the small insects living in the cracks. They quickly nested and dispersed aimlessly.

A white spider crawled out of a crack. Its whole body was white and glowed faintly. Rose-red spider web lines divided its body, giving it a strange symmetrical beauty.

The spider is preying on the frightened bugs. Its appetite is amazing and it is very greedy. The train was still speeding above, and the vibrations became stronger and stronger. The spider, which was full and ready to return to its nest, was suddenly shaken off by a violent vibration and fell from the cement wall into the girl's back collar.

"Ok?"

One hand touches the back of the neck.

The white spider was trying to crawl out of the girl's collar and leave this environment it had never been before.

One hand held it down.

The spider struggled.

The spider's claws opened wide.

Take a bite!

The back of the girl's neck hurt, and she squeezed the white spider hard with her palms, and the white spider was crushed into a meat patty.

"It hurts...what bit me...why...it hurts so much..."

Gwen tightly covered the back of her neck with one hand, fell to her knees, and supported herself on the ground with the other hand. The pain made her teeth chatter.

Listening to the sound of the train passing by getting further and further away, the girl lost consciousness...

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In Vanessa Gallery, a tall, delicate-looking white woman stopped in front of the gallery bench with an elegant smile on her face.

"This is not for sale. I just want to share the works I love with everyone." The lady was chatting with the sitting gentleman. She noticed that this man with extraordinary temperament and well-dressed clothes had been sitting here for a long time.

"It's beautiful!" The man stood up, greeted with a smile, and shook hands with the beautiful lady.

"A gentleman said the same thing a week ago, a very direct comment! It's called Rabbit in the Blizzard. I like to turn on all the lights at night and appreciate its charm alone!" The woman smiled, and the man made a simple comment. She remembered something pleasant.

"Should be paired with a glass of strong wine! For the Impressionists, passion is better than calmness!"

"Do you want to buy me a drink?" The woman's eyes flickered and she licked her red lips, full of hints. This man appeals to her very much. He has a handsome face, elegant demeanor, superb temperament and rich content. The most important thing is that the man's comments made her become her confidant.

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