Marvel turns into Iron Man

"What happened, why did you appear here, MJ, this is not a good place?"

"Fisk was employed by Osborn and established a laboratory in the city, researching very dangerous things."

"Peter, help me lure them away, I'll find a way to get the information I found—"

MJ knew Spider-Man's true identity very well, and she chose to end this relationship precisely because of Peter's hidden identity.

However, at this moment, this place surrounded by masked thugs, no matter how you look at it, is not a good place to talk about love.

"Okay, be careful, I'll help you get rid of those guys outside."

After hearing what his ex-girlfriend said, Peter thought for a while, and finally nodded.

Soon, he left the storage room where the two were hiding and appeared in front of those people.

It was a group of people wearing black suits, carrying guns, and wearing the same weird masks on their faces.

The black and white mask fell on Peter's eyes, but it gave him a creepy feeling.

"Hey guys, maybe we can talk about—"

Peter, who appeared in front of the mob, spread his hands, trying to attract the attention of the group.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him, or——the only one who responded to him was a bunch of black muzzles.

Although there are a lot of enemies and they bring a lot of guns, they are just a group of ordinary people after all.

Relying on his spider sense and nimble reaching, Peter easily knocked down the coefficients of these gun-toting thugs.

However, during these few minutes, including now, he was bound to the floor by spider silk, unable to move, and still struggling.

In this group of people, no one opened their mouths to speak or communicate. They are like a group of dumb people.

This silent battle made it difficult for Peter to accept, because he had never encountered such a strange situation.

The mouths of these people in front of them seemed to be blocked by masks on their faces, and it was impossible to communicate with them at all.

However, this group of people, even if they have not communicated, still have a very tacit way of action.

Who are they?—Peter thought so, and put his gaze on the mask of a person at his feet.

The man was struggling, but when Peter grabbed the mask with both hands, he suddenly stopped struggling, as if he was dead.

Peter tried to tear off the mask on the man's face, but unfortunately, it was not as easy as he imagined.

The strangely shaped mask was not tied to this person's head, but seemed to be fixed on it by something.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the mask off the man's face—unless he tried very hard.

Thinking of this, Peter didn't want to hurt this person because of the mask, so he gave up the idea of ​​tearing off the mask.

Miss Stark didn't know what happened to Spider-Man when she was negotiating with Norman Osborn.

After all, no matter what, Peter Parker was already such a grown-up man, so did she still need to worry about everything about this child?

She doesn't care about the little spider's situation, or, to her, what is more important is to earn more experimental funds for herself.

Especially...under the circumstances that Helen has already spent a lot of money on the patent fee, and Osborn's investment will not be recovered for a while.

At this moment, she urgently needs a blood transfusion machine that can continuously bring her benefits before she can take a step forward to do other things.

For this reason, she set her sights on the insurance industry, and needed help from Wilson Fisk to complete a comprehensive business layout.

However, considering that Wilson Fisk couldn't help at all at this time, she made a new decision.

She decided to make a special trip to Hell's Kitchen the next morning to visit a man who had sent Fisk to prison.

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Slightly oxidized low-quality alloy shutters look a little aged, and the scattered gold-like sunlight shines through the leaves of the sycamore trees on the street.

The entire old neighborhood can only be quiet at this time of the afternoon, at least, it is not as noisy as most of the time.

In the afternoon, the bright sunlight shines through the curtains, illuminating this old, messy old room.

Zhang Zhang's invoices were mixed in the data files, and they were randomly thrown on the table. On the coffee table were cheap meals bought from fast food restaurants.

A paper coffee cup with dried grounds on the bottom, a lip-shaped coffee stain on the rim, and...  

There was also a shivering young man wrapped in a black windbreaker who fell asleep in an armchair, showing no signs of waking up.

The female assistant quietly closed the door, picked up the broom, and quietly cleaned the messy room little by little.

And the sleeping man was soon awakened by the sound of her tidying the room, got up and stretched his limbs gently.

"Good morning, did you work all night last night and didn't go home to rest, Matt?"

"Oh, Karen, I'm sorry, I worked overtime last night, you're here, what time is it?"

Hearing the woman's voice, a smile appeared on the man's face, and he reached out to pick up the sunglasses by the table and put them on.

Only at this time, the person looking at him can notice that he has a pair of out-of-focus, lifeless eyes.

He is the only decent lawyer in this law firm and a blind man, Matthew Michael Murdoch.

Only those who are most familiar with him know what happened to the blind lawyer Matt.

"Knock Knock-"

But when the woman named Karen wanted to speak, someone knocked on the door of the law firm.

There were only two crisp knocks on the door, followed by the sound of arguing, but both people in the room looked over.

"Miss, the security situation here is too bad, you can't come here without bodyguards!"

"I didn't have a bodyguard, so what are you, Happy?"

Strictly speaking, the Clinton neighborhood is much safer now than it was in the 70s.

The former Hell's Kitchen was once the worst law and order dead corner for the New York police, and it was also the place with the highest crime rate in New York.

The slums here often live with all kinds of guys of all kinds, and crime is rampant in the streets and alleys of this block.

And yet—Manhattan is a place that can always turn bad into magic, especially as New York prepares to expand outward.

PS:

It happened to be connected to the plot of the Daredevil TV series, but I didn't plan to write it, it was only used as a background