Marvel Nephalem

The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. The people of New York treat others and do things with their ancestral harmony and feelings.

Just like Billy Russell in the ICU ward of the Hospital for Special Surgery on East 70th Street in New York City, he came to visit his old friend with the feelings in his heart.

Visiting his comrade, Frank Custer, who was hit by a stray bullet between his eyebrows and has become a vegetative state.

"Mr. Russell, the patient's condition has stabilized. Although the stray bullet did not touch the brain tissue, it seems that the patient suffered brain death due to concussion in the eyes..."

Recalling the doctor's words, the handsome and sunny Billy Russell pursed his lips and stood beside Frank's hospital bed with his hands hanging down. He looked at his old comrade who seemed to be in an eternal sleep and showed a charming smile: "I really miss us fighting side by side. Time.”

Russell squatted down as he spoke, put his hand on Frank's shoulder, and said with great sincerity: "Don't worry, as long as you can still breathe, I won't let you die."

Russell, who was immersed in the glorious days of the past, did not notice an old man with a suitcase walking past the door of the ward. He was wearing a yellow electrician's uniform and a mask. It was not until he smelled an unspeakable stench that he turned around and looked back. Take a look.

"Ahem, what does it smell like?"

Russell walked to the door and looked at the line of dirty footprints on the white ground. The footprints appeared from the corridor window, passed in front of the ward door, and extended to the medical lounge at the end of the corridor.

Russell frowned slightly. Although he felt that there might be danger at the end of the footprints, he had a hunch that he might make some extraordinary discovery.

It was early in the morning, and it was the critical area of ​​the ICU. The empty corridor was not only extremely silent, but there was not even a single person in sight.

Russell, who was wearing a blue suit, pulled out the Glock 17 from his waist and followed the footprints to the door of the employee lounge. He heard the faint sound of water, and under the sound of water, a woman's vague moans and calls for help.

"what the hell"

Russell frowned and thought for a while, then listened again. Under the sound of water, he could vaguely hear the creaking of the bed shaking.

"Oh, what kind of people have been recruited to this hospital?"

Russell, who felt angry and funny, put the Glock pistol back into his waist. As soon as he turned around, the door to the medical lounge suddenly opened. A large, rough hand was holding a small frying pan and swung it 180° at the back of Russell's head and horizontally. Russell, who turned around and fainted, fell into the door impartially and was slowly dragged in.

Clark chewed the omelette in his mouth, pulled the limp Russell's collar, weighed him on a chair, bound his hands and feet and gagged him. The chair was also tied to the bed in the lounge to prevent him from falling off the chair like in the movie.

After doing all this, Clark made a hissing gesture to the struggling blonde nurse who was treated the same as Russell, then picked up his suitcase and entered the bathroom.

When the gagged blond nurse saw Clark entering the bathroom, she yelled for help several times incoherently, with tears in her eyes.

Clean white walls, neat kitchen countertops.

A pair of strong and strong hands are using a knife to methodically chop the green onion leaves into fine pieces, and then beat the eggs evenly with the green onion leaves. Although it is only a small step and the method is very simple, it contains the meticulousness and harmony. The focused sense of ritual is almost enough to reflect the cook's patience and meticulousness in strategizing.

As the butter enters the pot, it gradually melts and spreads in the high temperature, and the rich aroma of butter begins to permeate the air.

Wilson Fisk watched the butter gradually melt and crackle in the oil pan. Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door of the kitchen, and then Wesley's voice with hidden joy came out: "Wilson, William. Rollins just called.”

Wilson lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a moment before turning off the gas, wiping his hands with a towel before raising his voice and asking: "Clark has found Billy Russell, come in directly."

The kitchen door was slowly opened. Wesley held the glasses between his eyebrows and nodded: "Yes, Rollins wants to know how he should guide him next."

Wilson thought for a while and looked at the white wall. He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, then slowly released it and said: "Ask Rollins to give him all the information about the gang leader who is loyal to Dennis Luther. In the name of anti-drugs, Tell him that the CIA is willing to help catch drug dealers to avoid Clark becoming suspicious."

"Then send those leaders to Rikers Island Prison. I will notify the Hand and ask them to send a group of people to replace the felons in the prison."

Wesley was a little confused when he heard this, and then asked: "Why not kill them directly? Keeping them is still useful?"

Wilson sighed: "Yes, unfortunately, if you want to acquire the Clinton Group at the most efficient and lowest price, the best way is to expose the transaction led by Dennis. With the stock price plummeting, they will quickly agree to whatever we offer. condition."

Wesley suddenly realized: "You mean, let Clark eliminate Dennis's men, then let William Rollins pull the strings to get him closer to us, use the deal to kill Clark, and finally we use exposure to send Dennis to prison, we Take over the plummeting Clinton Group”

"Haha, you guessed most of them right."

A slight smile appeared on Wilson's fat face, and he said with a smile: "Whether it is the enemy now or the enemy we will face in the future, we must not leave any possibility of change for the enemy, let alone the possibility of relying on external forces. sex."

"After Dennis has his wings clipped, we can't let him still have contact with William. William will mediate between us and him in order to reach a better deal with us. He also has his own little calculations. He caught everything in Clark At the same time as the criminal, you have to notify the hospital to remove Frank's anesthesia. William will be so scared that he will hide. By the time he has the courage to go out again, we should have already captured the Clinton Group."

"As for Clark Kent, he looks like a rigid and dogmatic man, and his behavior is the same. The only pity is that he can't join us."

......

In the intensive care unit of the Hospital of Special Surgery, Russell, who was wearing a gauze and suffering from dizziness, held Clark Kent's hand tightly and said sincerely: "I'm glad you can join our operation, Mr. Kent."

Clark glanced at the motionless Frank Custer on the hospital bed, sniffed, and said with a serious expression: "I can arrest people for you, but please make sure to keep my daughter safe."

Clark glanced at the hospital bed again, but he was no longer looking at Frank, but at the nutrient solution he had received, and he was thoughtful.

The system chuckled in Clark's mind: "Look, this is the person I'm talking about. You have to be careful not to piss him off when you wake him up. He's just like Steve Rogers, he can do five things with anyone. Five open.”

The system thought for a while and then added: "Including you, don't accidentally get killed by him, hahaha."

Clark took the tablet handed over by Russell with a straight face, and used his injured left hand to slide the screen to look at the suspect's information. In his heart, he silently answered the system: "It's not the time yet, and the information you gave is too little. , but I need more, you know, the fish that takes the initiative to bite the hook will probably not end well."

Clark thought about it and added: "I hope you don't kill yourself too."