Marvel turns into Iron Man

Who would have imagined that in such a small Hell's Kitchen, immigrants from seven or eight countries including Ireland, Japan, South Korea, and Italy, as well as gangs formed by locals in New York, existed at the same time? , almost everyone knows that this is not a good place, even if the New York Police spends much more on the deployment of police forces in the Hell's Kitchen area than in other areas.

Even so, half a month after his boss, Wilson Fisk, was taken away, he still chose to accept the lady's meeting request.

The man stood up slowly, facing the only mirror in the room, holding a delicately shaped comb, carefully combing his hair at the temples.

He changed into a dark gray elegant suit, a very elegant three-piece suit, and a folded silk scarf was stuffed into the pocket of his jacket.

Inside the open blazer, the beige buttons on the vest look strange, and the white shirt is matched with an iron gray tie.

All these make the man in the mirror look well-dressed, refined and dignified, like a handsome and courteous gentleman.

Hell's Kitchen is still shrouded in pouring rain, or in other words, the entire New York City is in a low pressure that turns from summer to autumn.

The black Lincoln driven by his subordinates had been parked in front of his house for a long time, but no one dared to complain to this man.

Braving the heavy rain, he drove all the way to Upper Manhattan in his car, and drove to the private hotel owned by the Osborne family.

When he pushed open the hotel door decorated with metal reliefs, what he saw was a beautifully decorated hotel lobby.

The shiny ceiling is printed with complex patterns and patterns, and the soft light from top to bottom illuminates the entire hotel lobby.

Even in a business crisis, the Osborne family is still rich after all——

The entire private hotel, which has never been opened to the outside world, exudes a nouveau riche-like aura of local tyrants all the time.

The skillful hand of capital gathers all the treasures of nature and art here, which looks like a museum.

On the walls all around are expensive hand-woven blankets and twenty or thirty well-decorated famous paintings.

The center of the entire hotel is hollowed out. The ceiling of the lobby is the ceiling of the entire hotel, a transparent glass ceiling.

The heavy rain that enveloped New York kept beating on the glass ceiling of the hotel without any intention of stopping, making noisy noises.

Huge ivory ornaments inlaid with gold hung on the walls, bookshelves filled with richly decorated books, and Chinese porcelain vases lined the walls.

On the porch pillars, under the gorgeous and complicated lamps, there are shelves for antique silverware, as well as Italian relief decorations that can be seen everywhere.

As well as the fireplace placed against the wall in the hall, which is burning ragingly at this time, isolating the coldness brought by the rainstorm from the room.

All of this made the man who broke into the hotel lobby and disturbed the tranquility feel lucky that he had chosen a high-end suit.

Even if his identity is second only to the boss in the gang, however, the identity of the gang does not work everywhere.

"Sorry, the weather is not very good today, but it's nice to meet you, Mr. Wesley."

The sudden female voice caused James Wesley to cast his eyes to the other side through the square black-rimmed glasses.

In the distance, on the dark red leather sofa beside the marble mosaic stone table, there was a woman staring at him.

"It's no big deal. It's an honor to meet you, Miss Stark. I've been waiting for this meeting for a long time."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and inserted the long black umbrella in his hand into the umbrella stand at the entrance.

"Waiter, add coffee to this gentleman—their coffee tastes good."

"Uh...... Then add two spoonfuls of milk, thank you."

In addition to Miss Stark and James Wesley, there is only one waiter in charge of the hotel lobby service in the lobby.

After all, the private hotel of the Osborne family is not open to the public, and only people related to Osborn can come in here.

Soon, the waiter brought the prepared strong coffee and removed the dessert plate in front of Miss Stark.

James Wesley sat across from Miss Stark, took a sip of his coffee, but stared out the window.

From summer to autumn, New York in autumn still looks a bit cold under the invasion of this heavy rain.

The torrential rain has not stopped since last night. With the cold wind, it gives people a biting chill.

Stratus clouds, which rarely appear, cut off the sunlight from the sky, and shrouded the entire New York City in a hazy darkness.

"You seem very vigilant, why, don't you think it's dangerous here, Mr. Wesley?"

"You should be clear, Miss Stark, in our business, no matter where it is, it is as dangerous to us."

Hearing Miss Stark's teasing words, Wesley shook his head lightly, and put down the exquisite white porcelain mug in his hand.

"Our boss' situation is a bit complicated, miss, the police do not allow us to be released on bail, and the boss himself does not want to be released on bail."

"He talked to me that during this time he didn't want to go back to the city and leave the company and the gang to me."

He is Wilson Fisk's deputy, even in the entire gang, he is Fisk's most valued subordinate.

When the boss was sent to the police station by the police, he had already contacted high-level officials in New York City on behalf of Fisk.

It's a pity that the New York City police seem to be determined to send Wilson Fisk to prison, and they don't even give him a chance to be released on bail.

Until now, James Wesley still doesn't know what criminal evidence the police have obtained to deny him bail with such certainty.

"I'm also very interested in this point—who is so determined to send him to prison."

Miss Stark looked at the man in front of her with a smile on her face. She didn't seem to care that Fisk was sent to prison.

I just want to find out who has the guts to dig such a big hole for Wilson Fisk.

"Actually, I have some conjectures, but.......There have been some rumors in the company recently, which may have something to do with those."

Speaking of this, Wesley had a look of fear inexplicably on his face, but he quickly covered it up.

However, with Miss Stark's keen observation ability, she still noticed a trace of fear flashing across Wesley's face inexplicably.