Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

Lucy drove the car at full speed on the street, heading towards Ulik's house. Matthew didn't wear the uniform, but changed into the lightest kind, tight black clothes and a pair of blindfolds.

"Fisk already knows you've found his mother. Will he let this article out? Karen, what the hell is wrong with the word villain?"

Lucy passed a car on the side, nearly scratched, and a protest horn sounded.

"It's your luck that Fisk didn't attack you first."

Lucy parked the car a block below, and in front of her was an old apartment building with a dated elevator.Matthew has changed into Daredevil and is about to climb up the wall.

Suddenly there was a loud noise of glass shattering, and a piano flew out of the window.

"Oh, damn it!" Lucy didn't even have time to open the car door, she flipped out and hid on the side of the road. The piano hit her car accurately, completely smashing the already horrible car.

"..." Lucy said the last funeral speech for the completely scrapped sports car, "I don't know why everyone in this world hates this car, but I love her."

Hearing that Lucy was fine, Matthew accelerated his climbing speed and rolled into Ulik's house.

Lucy had some safe places on her mind.

Brownstone?No, Holmes is a war scum.

Peter's house?No, that would expose.

Same for Matthew.

Then the last option is... the Avengers Tower.

Aldrich Killian twirled the little silver spoon at his fingertips, and with a hint of ostentation, he asked the waiter to remove the glass in supple French, then stared at Pepper who sat across from him.

"I don't understand what your concerns are. The Extremis virus is a biological and medical miracle, and it is not an anti-human creation. You can treat it as...a mutant Captain America serum."

Peipo knew that he had no position to refute, but the woman's intuition made her feel that this matter was not that simple.

"If it was a medical miracle, you would have been in production long ago. And now you don't, so... what are the side effects of it?"

Killian admired Pepo's sharpness, and he lowered his eyes gently: "We have no way to achieve a smooth regeneration. But we have found some controllable methods, but still..." He remembered the time in the city a few days ago The lizard man exploded into pieces in the sky, the shadow passed over his heart, "not too mature."

He tried to neutralize the Extremis virus with the lizard man serum, but the lizard man serum could not eliminate the overheating of the regeneration part caused by the Extremis virus, it was too weak, and the lizard man serum had an impact on the human spirit instead, making the experimental body go crazy And irritable, which even aggravated the side effects of the Extremis virus. He could only trick those who had been injected with the lizard man serum to make body bombs where he needed them.

"So, sorry, we can't talk about it," Pepo said. "I will invest my money where I can see it."

"Such as shower bombs and tactical nuclear devices?" Killian looked at Pepper sarcastically.

Pepper conveyed her warning with her eyes: "Like an internal pain pump and a cardiotonic booster."

Killian smiled noncommittally.

Little Pepper put down the dessert, this meal made her feel like a choke in her throat, she was going to shake her hands and leave, anyway, this wasn't the first time she threw face at a cooperator she hated.

Killian grabbed her wrist, and Pepo screamed at the burning pain, but Killian let her go, still smiling peacefully.Pepper looked at the red mark on his wrist, it felt like he had been scalded by something, not a bruise, Pepper looked at Killian with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the table rang, and Lucy called, and Killian helped her pick it up: "I just want to remind you that you forgot your mobile phone."

Little Pepper took away Killian's cell phone and walked out quickly.

When she was leaving, the man in the suit who had been sitting behind Killian shook off the napkin and tied it around his neck: "I told you, she's not that easy to handle, what are you expecting? Don't tell me you're okay She's out of love."

"Justin Hammer." Killian called out the man's name, "How is your fake steel armor made? I spent a lot of money, so don't get me a bunch of junk."

Justin Hammer, the president of Hammer Technology, is famous for copying Iron Man's armor for military use. People in the world like to call him Stark's dog. Buy his armor in bulk, so Hammer keeps getting richer and never gets punished.

Justin Hammer was irritated by Killian's fluffy tone: "That's not a copycat, they are better and more perfect, I call them... adaptants."

"Call them whatever you want, I need to see a prototype by the end of this month."

Killian left Hammer and left. He typed a text message on his mobile phone: "Activate the Ten Rings Gang project, it's time to bring Tony's little girlfriend over."

Considering the superheroes that are always around that girl, he added.

"When she's alone."

Lucy responded to Pepo on the phone: "One car, it's better to have two bodyguards."

The sound of fighting came from the window, and a person was kicked out, hanging outside the window, shouting for help.Although there was a lot of movement, the people in Hell's Kitchen have become accustomed to closing the doors and windows when there are vicious fights or even weapon fights around them, and they have nothing to do with themselves, and hang up high.

Elsewhere in New York, maybe you have a chance to sow justice.

In Hell's Kitchen, in order to survive, you can only snuff out the flames of justice.

"Don't worry, Pepo, I'm safe, believe it or not..."

Lucy leaned against the vending machine in front of the convenience store, dropped a few coins, and got a pack of gum. Lucy yawned and picked out a mint flavored one.

A gangster was grabbed by someone and knocked his head against the last intact glass of the window, and passed out with his face covered in blood.Daredevil stood at the window, looked towards Lucy downstairs, and nodded.

Lucy chewed gum, blew a little bubble, and smiled.

"I have a patron saint."

The old reporter Urik is someone who has seen big winds and waves. He has worked in Hell's Kitchen for nearly 20 years and exposed hundreds of major cases, but Hell's Kitchen is like a swamp full of miasma. Whenever you try to get rid of the miasma, In the end the fresh air just blends with them and spreads out.

But Ulric didn't give it up, because he was a native of Hell's Kitchen, and he thought it was worth saving anyway.

At least, there are people like him in Hell's Kitchen.

He finished typing a press release about Fisk's lies, staring at the computer screen, unable to recover for a long time.

He knew the article wouldn't make it to the New York Gazette, a paper that wasn't what it was twenty years ago, that was what Ulrich called "fresh air," assimilated and filthy by Hell's Kitchen.He suspects that the editor-in-chief has accepted bribes from Fisk, and since he took office, any news from Fisk has only been positive.

Look up the keywords about Fisker, only: hope, stability, power, and effective.

This is simply a great irony.

But he could hardly find any weakness of Fisk, Fisk is a very smart criminal, his hands are very clean, his whole body is like a latest safe, the shell made of fine steel is wrapped in darkness, But they just couldn't find a gap to pry open the safe.

When Karen took her investigations into herself, Ulric found a small gap, barely visible, but perhaps, useful.

Fisk is suspected of killing his father and cremating the old Fisk's body with his mother. This is not useful evidence. Fisk can be exonerated on the grounds of long-term abuse, self-defense and underage children.

But it turns out he lied on the campaign trail, that the story of the "Hell's Kitchen, ignorant, innocent, well-educated boy raised by righteous parents" was false.This matter is not the most important, the important thing is that Fisk can easily conceal this matter, his hand can reach into the system of government agencies, and create a completely in line with the "Saint Fisk" he said The resume, including the schools attended, the insurance purchased, everything seems so real.

As long as this is exposed, the real Fisker will emerge.

A lie always needs another lie to cover it up, and the holes always get bigger and bigger.

Ulrich opened the web page.

The New York Gazette has no way to speak for him, but this is a free age, and thank God they have the Internet.

Just when he was about to click send, something happened suddenly.

With a loud bang, his door was blown away, and several bandits broke in. Urik reacted extremely quickly and threw everything out of his hands, and then went to grab it. He was prepared for this moment, prepared for more than 20 years.But the opponent didn't let him get the gun smoothly, strangled his neck from behind, he kicked helplessly on the wall with both feet, the huge force that erupted before dying made him struggle desperately, he seemed to have hit the wall something, and then crashed into the wall with the bandits behind.

Just when he was about to pass out due to suffocation, the arm strangling his throat suddenly loosened, and Urik knelt down on the ground coughing loudly, his eyes were blurred with physical tears, he only heard the sound of fighting and broken bones There was a crisp sound, and the gangster howled like a pig.

When he finally calmed down and saw what was in front of him, he saw the always elusive, Hell's Kitchen demon standing in front of him, and the gangsters were lying on the ground.

Old Urik held the demon's hand and stood up: "What did I kick down just now?"

He looked around to see what was missing.

"Oh." He leaned on his knees and gasped for breath. The experience of escaping death just now even added to his sense of humor, "I like that piano."

In the darkness, the demon raised the corner of his lips.

Louis Lane doesn't like to be interrupted after hours, especially after a nice bubble bath, but as a professional journalist, it's never too late for good news.Lucy Lang told her there was a big piece of news, and just a few words sent her whole body into a tizzy.

Election bribery, shady scenes, hundreds of murders, mafia leaders, my God, is there anything this sanctimonious candidate for mayor of New York can't do?And the person who broke the news was old Urik.

She started a video call with Lucy Lang from her own apartment in the Met, and the window wobbled and settled down, with Ulrich from the New York Gazette sitting across from her.

As journalists, although they belong to different sections, it is inevitable to meet each other on big occasions, so they are very familiar with each other. After a simple greeting, they got to the point.

"Wilson Fisk, who is running for mayor, is a liar?" Louis Lane used a pen to record some things from time to time, "I can persuade the editor to give you a social front page, with a larger and more concise title, just write 'He Lie!', but this report is not acceptable, you have involved Fisk’s family, and the source is illegal, this is even more unacceptable, we are the "Planet Daily" and not a tabloid on the street, I need some real evidence."

"I was almost killed by someone he sent just now!"

Louis Lane calmed Ulik's emotions: "Evidence, Ulik, you are a journalist and you know the rules."

Urik calmed down.

Indeed, if his allegations are weak, that's why he chooses to post on the Internet.

But Ryan, who is more familiar with the Internet than him, denied his approach. In the information society, his news loses its real background, and may only be reduced to gossip scraps. It is only half a day with those beauty videos and in-car video covers. disappeared in the network data.

Louis bit his pen and tried another suggestion: "Do you know tide tissue?"

Urik frowned: "Don't ask me these things, I really have no idea about these weird organizations."

Lewis continued: "A private hacking organization, similar to WikiLeaks, yes, they are illegal, illegally hacking into accounts, illegally obtaining user privacy, but they have principles, look, this is the power of the organization. They steal information, but they don't They will use them recklessly. They will help you find some stronger evidence. Once you find stronger evidence, use your words to justify your investigation process, it is not difficult."

Urik had heard about Louis Lane's bold style, but he didn't expect that she would really be able to say the advice of asking hackers for help. She abandoned too many old-fashioned journalistic codes, but fortunately, she Didn't give up even a sense of morality like some "lie reporters".

Louis wrote down an email address on a note so Ulik could see it clearly.

"They'll be interested in Fisk's affairs." Louise blinked at Ulik and closed the video call. Needless to say, she was probably excited to harass the editor-in-chief by now.

Ulrich wrote a simple email and sent it to the address given by Louis, and soon he got a reply. The other party did express their interest in this matter, but it was not a direct email reply, but a direct reply to on his cell phone.While Ulrich marveled at the supernatural powers of modern hackers, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about them.

Pepo and Lucy were talking quietly across the room.

"You're not safe, Lucy, you'd better stay here. Although the captain is on a mission, this building is still safe, Happy..." Seeing Lucy's painful expression, Pepo quickly changed his tone, "Well, don't be happy, at least the security in the Avengers Building is very good."

"No, no, you can call him Happy. Judging from the current situation, the safer the better before bringing down Fisk."

Pepo chuckled, "You're really going to get yourself into big trouble, aren't you?"

Lucy jokingly raised her fingers to imitate the quotation marks: "So stay away from me, Pepper, I'm a 'troublesome physique'."

"It seems that Tony's choice is not wrong." Pepo said suddenly, "He suggested to me to find you a job in the Stark Foundation. I think you still need to test your ability, but you proved to me that you Competent enough, you are brave, have excellent investigative skills, and have a sense of justice. What surprised me is that you even negotiated a deal with Captain America. He was just using you as a reporter's shield, knowing that he got the appearance Were you surprised when Fei was there? But most of all... thank you, Lucy, for making Tony better."

Pepo's smile was very warm, she was sincerely happy for Tony.

"Don't, don't, don't..." Lucy laughed, "Your last sentence makes me think that you praise me because Tony is getting better. Is he really getting better?"

"He still can't stop his work, but he seems to be a bit distracted. Not long ago, he went to Haiyan Restaurant to eat lobster and came back, and took a photo of me."

Pepo dug out the photo from the phone, Tony put the lobster shell on his arm, and wrote MK100 with a marker.Lucy hoped that the lobster's soul would not turn into a wraith to harass Tony in the middle of the night.

Looking at those photos, Lucy saw Tony's unburdened smile, and a feeling of warmth rushed through her heart: "This is really good."

It's really good, he has to learn to let go of those too heavy responsibilities, this world is not something he can afford alone.

"I hope you can join the Stark Foundation and be responsible for the part of the damages. Maybe it's better for you to start in familiar areas. If you have objections, you can raise them." Pepo added.

Lucy began to seriously consider Pepo's proposal.

It's not that she doesn't want to join the Stark Foundation to do compensation work, it's just that... she always believes that superhero compensation should not rely on wishful thinking, but should be an independently operated institution, where the grievances and creditors are responsible. If creditors can't tell the difference, justifiable damages can become charitable donations without return.People will think that superheroes feel guilty about the losses they have caused to pay compensation, and they will take it for granted.

Orion used to be an independent compensation department, but they were eager to throw the blame on Stark.

Lucy voiced her concerns.

"I'm not saying that's bad, money is a good thing, it can solve a lot of things that seem hard, but that's just... not true."

What are you talking about, Lucy, you're turning down an attractive job offer!

Lucy pounded her head hard in her heart, but she just couldn't stop.

Peipo's eyes lit up. After listening to Lucy's reasons carefully, she looked Lucy up and down with admiration and admiration: "It doesn't include any influence of other people's evaluation of you. Lucy, you are really A wonderful girl."

Lucy accepted Pepo's compliment this time.

Pepo thought for a while: "Maybe we really should find some other way out to solve your concerns."

Before Pepo could think of a solution, Lucy was interrupted by a cell phone ringing.

"Matthew?"

Matthew Murdoch stands amidst the devastation of Karen's home, nearly crushed by grief but propped up by anger, as he holds Karen Page's dead body in vain, hoping to share some of her life with her , to bring her back to life, he listened to Lucy's anxious inquiries on the phone, and finally announced her death with the most emotionless voice in his life: "Karen is dead."

The death knell rang in Matthew's mind, and his reason was shattered.