Marvel turns into Iron Man

The streets were already filled with people from the New York City Police Department, and several blockades were also pulled up to prevent the innocent crowd of onlookers from being affected.

A number of local news media, whether it is a TV station or a newspaper, have sent reporters and photography teams to find material.

Even though his hands were handcuffed by the police, Wilson Fisk still maintained the demeanor that a gangster godfather should have.

As the leader of the largest underworld organization in the United States, and with criminal networks all over the world, he still considers the influence of the media.

"I heard that they are going to send you to Riker Island Prison. Maybe you will have more enemies there?"

When the police opened the door of the police escort vehicle to send Fisk in, Spider-Man also jumped out at this moment.

"Stinky boy, don't think you can hinder me like this, you will regret it!"

There was also a commotion on the other side of the crowd. Peter turned his head and saw the arms dealer lady surrounded by reporters.

"Oh, yes, you are right, well, I will only regret it if I continue to stay here and talk to you."

In any case, Peter thought it was necessary for him to go to greet the lady, after all, the relationship between the two parties was here.

"You idiot, you don't understand anything - within a month you'll be begging me to come back!"

Before being pushed into the escort vehicle by the police, Wilson Fisk was still roaring towards the back of Spider-Man leaving.

Peter naturally heard Fisk's words, but he was not interested, and just walked towards Miss Stark step by step.

"Miss Stark, why did you appear in Fisk Tower, and at such a coincidental time?"

"Miss Stark, is there any connection between you and Wilson Fisk, and are you aware of his criminal facts?"

All kinds of reporters and photographers surrounded Miss Stark, and a group of people asked questions one after another like a cannonball.

For them, it is indeed big news that the heir of the Stark Industries Group will appear here at such a time.

Just after the New York police sealed off the Fisk Building, media cameras and cameras were watching the movement inside the building all the time.

Under such a premise, the heir of the Stark Industries Group walked out of the blocked Fisk Building as if no one else was there.

This incident indeed gave the fanciful New Yorkers and media reporters a rich variety of conjectures and assumptions.

And Miss Stark herself—although she chooses to appear in public, it doesn't mean she wants to tell what happened.

"I have nothing to disclose. Everything will be discussed after my lawyer and the group spokesperson are present."

In just 2 minutes, her bodyguard team arrived sparsely and rushed over to push out the reporters who were besieging Miss Stark.

At this time, Miss Stark looked a little angry, she pulled the corners of her mouth helplessly, but her eyes were full of indifference.

What really made her angry was that this incident directly caused problems in her business plan.

Although it will not cause the entire business plan to fail, however, with Fisk being taken into custody, it may indeed be delayed for a while.

"Sorry, miss, there is a traffic jam on the road. We have already left as soon as we received your call."

"It's no big deal, is that old Obadiah coming over—"

Happy opened his mouth, he didn't know how to explain the uproar in the whole group to his boss.

But at this moment, another timid voice suddenly came from behind Miss Stark.

"Miss Stark, are you okay—"

When Miss Stark turned her head and followed the reputation, what she saw was that silly boy Spider-Man.

"What's the matter, my little hero, do you need me to give you something in return?"

But this time, seeing Peter's figure, Miss Stark showed a sly smile on her face.

Peter could naturally hear the irony in Miss Stark's words, and scratched his face in embarrassment.

"Actually, I just came here to ask you a question, why did you show up at Fisk's place?"

"It's just some normal business cooperation, no big deal."

Hearing Peter Parker's question, Miss Stark shrugged slightly, and said indifferently.

Immediately afterwards, as if she had suddenly figured out something, she stared at Peter's face with wide eyes.

"Or... do you think I'm also involved in his illegal business activities?"

"Hey boy, you're asking too many questions—"

As a highly professional bodyguard, Happy Hogan naturally sensed that something was wrong with the boss's face.

Even though the lady showed that she was very close to the Spider-Man in front of him, he still stood up and used his body to block between the two.

It wasn't until this time that this stubborn child realized that his previous question was indeed too abrupt.

"Uh, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean that...."

However, Miss Stark didn't care at all, she just stretched out her hand and pointed to the building in the distance.

Peter looked in the direction she was pointing at, and what he saw was the Fisk Building as a battlefield.

The fierce battle between the police and the mercenaries, as well as his fight with Fisk, made this mountain a bit miserable at this time.

There are few intact windows, and some building exterior walls were shattered by the explosion.

A lot of construction waste fell from the upstairs, smashing the garden outside the building, and there was nothing good about it.

The fire rescue department has arrived on the scene, and many firefighters are rushing into the building.

Not only to fight the fire, but also to save those who have not had time to evacuate the building.

Some people have been put on stretchers and evacuated from the building to emergency personnel.

This indiscriminate disaster caused these ordinary people who pointed at Wilson Fisk's work and life to also suffer indiscriminate disaster.

"That's why I'm going to Fisk—"

Miss Stark didn't explain too much about this matter, she just looked at Peter quietly.

She believes that although the child in front of her has not yet grown into a real superhero, she can understand what she means.

Peter looked at the Fisk Building in the distance that had been turned into this for his own sake, and felt a little guilty all of a sudden.

Immediately afterwards, in the distance, a silver-gray long-axis Cadillac appeared, breaking the silent tranquility.

On the back seat of that Cadillac, a middle-aged man in a gray elegant suit with a cold expression pushed open the door.