[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] A perfect match

Peter had a dream.

He dreamed of Vader standing in front of him in a cloak.

"I'll show you my true face today." Vader opened his hands, as if passing through a security check, "Come on."

Peter leaned forward knowingly, reached out to unbutton the cloak, and pulled off the hood and cloak.

Tear off one layer, and another; Tear off one layer, and another.

He kept taking Vader's cloak off, but there was another underneath.

The opponent's face was still a deep black hole, only a strand of golden hair was floating out.

"You are--"

Sunlight poured in through the window, and Peter lay on the bed looking at the ceiling with his eyes empty.

"What the hell kind of dream is this?"

He muttered to himself, then wrapped his head in the quilt irritably for a second, and rolled around on the bed.

Half a minute later, Peter got out of bed with a mess of brown hair and started getting dressed.

Despite Aunt May's poor craftsmanship, fried eggs can still be done well.Fortunately, life is not a cartoon, and there is no such thing as a setting that if a person has poor cooking skills, he will definitely fry the kitchen.

Peter watched the morning news with Aunt May while eating breakfast.

"The police have initially identified the suspect in the Hell's Kitchen bombing. This person is called 'Daredevil' and is a street vigilante. According to the surveillance video, he appeared in the relevant block before the explosion, acting suspiciously. .Some eyewitnesses said..."

The announcer solemnly reported the news, accompanied by photos of Daredevil captured on the street.

Peter's eyes widened, his mouth forgot to perform the function of chewing, and opened it blankly.

Daredevil?Bombing suspect?How can it be?Isn't that the factory that Mrs. Gao blew up herself in order to destroy the evidence?

"Peter, Peter? Why are you in a daze?" Aunt May waved her hand in front of him, "Hurry up and eat, the school bus is coming."

"Oh, good..." Peter finished his breakfast absently, picked up his bag and walked out the door.

He left the house and immediately sent Matt a message on his mobile phone, asking him if he had seen the TV news this morning and whether his friends at the police station knew the details.

After the text message was sent, Peter belatedly remembered that Matt couldn't see, so he quickly changed it to a voice message and resent a new one, "saw this morning's TV news" was also changed to "heard this morning's news News broadcast".

Matt replied quickly, but the content was very brief: "At eight o'clock in the evening, on the rooftop of Midtown High School, we will meet and discuss in detail."

At night, Peter changed into Spider-Man's clothes and waited quietly on the top floor of the high school.

Five minutes before eight o'clock, Matt rushed over early.

"Things are not going well," he said upon our meeting. "Officer Stacey told me that he was being pressured by several top police officers at the same time to keep his mouth shut. Those guys took over the Hell's Kitchen bombing investigation and then put I threw it out as a suspect."

"Is there anything else that Officer Stacey can do to help?" Peter asked hopelessly.

Matt shook his head: "He told me the news, he was already risking being fired. What else can I ask him to do?"

"Then what should we do?" Peter scratched his head, "Strange, why did you only mention me and not me?"

"Stacy doesn't know either," Matt said.

Peter thought to himself: Could it be that Mr. Stark said hello in advance?Impossible, after such a big incident happened, his first reaction would definitely be to call me, maybe even take back the spider clothes.Who else?Vader?It's even more impossible, unless he has some powerful connections with the government or the police.

Matt continued: "I need to be extra careful when I act now. If I am spotted by the patrolling police, there will be a large police force to arrest me soon. Peter, you can't be careless. I suspect that there are people from the Hand in the police. Their next target may be you."

"Okay, I see." Peter said solemnly.

In a high-end apartment in New York City, Fisk was drinking tea with Mrs. Gao, and white water vapor accompanied by a fragrance wafted in the room.

Mrs. Gao took a sip of the tea, then said with a smile: "This tea is very authentic, very authentic, you really took the trouble."

Fisk has a strong bald head, and he said proudly: "Mrs. Gao, you guessed it right. I prepared these tea leaves specially for you."

"There is no sugar or milk on the table, you know my taste very well." Madam Gao nodded, "I saw the news today, you are doing well."

"You asked me to do two things in total: instigate public opinion to make Daredevil a suspect in the bombing, and buy a piece of land in Hell's Kitchen in New York City." Fisk stretched out two stubby fingers, "The first thing It's done, and I think you're satisfied with the result. Then the last thing needs your help. You know very well that only by supporting my election to the New York City Council can I promote the Hell's Kitchen renovation plan and drive away the inhabitants of that land."

Mrs. Gao smiled and said: "Mutual benefits, I like it very much. I assure you, the Hand will definitely support your campaign. Not only that, we will also urge Asian legal immigrants to vote for you."

"Happy cooperation." Fisk grinned, and the two shook hands.

"I know you were born in Hell's Kitchen, but I didn't expect you to have such deep affection for this place." Mrs. Gao said, "I thought you just wanted to be an underground emperor."

"Hahaha, I actually did that too. Why do they call me? 'Jin Bin' means number one, doesn't it?" Fisk said with a smile, "I was born here, Hell's Kitchen is mine family, of course I want to make this place better. But I am not a graduate of a prestigious school, and my family has no money, so it is absolutely impossible to take the upper-level route. So I had to start with the underworld forces at the bottom, from black to white, and finally accumulate enough resources to run for Congress and implement my Hell’s Kitchen renovation plan.”

Mrs. Gao took another sip of tea: "Yes, the tea is good, and you are also good. I believe that guy is too proud, and he has no strength, so he set a trap and hurt himself. If it were you, it would definitely not be like this gone."

"I didn't expect that Mrs. Gao of the Southeast Asian gangster and Xin Xin of the Japanese gangster were both members of the Hand." Fisk said, "I don't know why the Hand is so eager for that piece of land? It shouldn’t be difficult to buy a piece of unowned land in a place like this, right?”

Madam Gao smiled again on her withered face: "This is a secret of our Hand Association, I'm afraid I can't tell you. You just need to know one thing now - we will help you become a member of parliament, and you will give us that piece of land. It’s a win-win deal where both parties benefit.”

Fisk changed the question with interest: "So, why did I only lock the suspect on Daredevil? I remember you told me that Spider-Man also sneaked into your factory."

"Daredevil has grievances with the Hand, and he is mainly active in Hell's Kitchen. We must get rid of him." Mrs. Gao said, "Besides, when the New York police launched a large-scale mobilization, Spider-Man couldn't do anything, so what can we do?" What to do? It’s better to let him go and concentrate on Daredevil alone. There is an old saying in my country: ‘Attack from all sides is worse than attacking all the way’, that’s what it means.”

In a basement on the outskirts of New York City, the image of a vulture appears on Anakin's computer screen.

"Vader, the matter you asked me to inquire about is difficult." He said, "My intelligence source told me that Jin Bin seems to be involved here. Do you know who Jin Bin is?"

"The head pin of the bowling pin? The pillar?" Anakin guessed literally.

"Neither, the term is used in New York's underground world to refer to a person, that person is the king of the underground world." Vulture said, "Wilson Fisk."