Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

Lucy put a bouquet of daisies on the birch coffin, and the petals were partly blown away by the cold wind and fell into the dirt.Karen Page doesn't have any relatives, and Lucy doesn't really count, but Lucy regrets saying the things that hurt Karen in the end.

Her eyes were red and her skin was cold and tight.

She returned to her seat, and Ulric sighed. "She gave us the torch, and she fled into darkness."

"And we'll light the way ahead with the torch."

Lucy took up Ulrich's words with a heavy heart.Karen didn't deserve to lose her life, she didn't expect this, she saved Urik and killed another, vaguely, she understood something, she couldn't stop the bad things that were going to happen as it was Trajectories happen, but sooner or later, when you put a halo of luck on one person's head, you will take away another person's head. This discovery made her uneasy.

If she can't save even one person's doomed death, then in what way will the dispute that she wiped out the X-Men for 70 years reappear?All kinds of speculation made it almost impossible for her to sleep.

But on the other hand, Karen's death made her firm. Fisk must go to prison. There is no second choice. Maybe people like him will live better in prison, but he must be judged.

Fudge looked like he was dying of tears, but Matthew didn't come.

Matthew, from start to finish, never showed up.

In fact, they have lost contact with him for a long time. No one can contact him, not at home, not in the law firm, nor in any place where he usually appears.

"He's not indifferent, he cares about Karen more than anyone else, he just... can't let it go because of the cold war between the two of us, which eventually led to Karen's death." Fudge said while crying, "If we hadn't quarreled that day, We had a chance to stop Karen, to stop everything."

Lucy hugged Fudge, he desperately needed someone to lean on: "We will avenge Karen, we must, but we have to find Matthew."

Fudge was still babbling and repenting, but Lucy couldn't listen. Lucy just wanted to know where Matthew was, and she hoped he wouldn't do anything dangerous.

Lucy calculated where Matthew might be in her brain, and finally pinned a location on the map in her mind.

Gallery, Fisk's girlfriend Vanessa's gallery.

Try it, Lucy thought, but she'd rather Matthew not be in that place.

"You need to buy a painting for your bedroom?"

Vanessa looked at the blind man in front of her, and was stunned for a moment, but she used her own way to read the handsome man in front of her without any trace.Good taste, refined manners, personable, well-educated.

But she could feel the turbulent emotions under the calm surface of this man. This was her intuition and her special ability acquired through years of immersion in the art of painting.

She looked at him quietly, but it was as if she was tossed around like a boat in a sea of ​​red anger, almost suffocating. "May I ask what you do for work?"

"I am a lawyer."

Ah, Vanessa nodded with a smile, she understood where the anger came from.

There is a picture for everyone, whether he is blind or not.

Vanessa led him to a painting composed of black, red and yellow: "I personally like this one very much."

"Please describe this painting for me," Matthew said softly.

Vanessa looked at the painting and poured her soul into it: "Anger, hesitant anger. A strong emotion can almost turn into a substance and burst out of the painting, but with some panic of not knowing what to do .”

The silver bell at the door rang again briskly.

"Matthew."

A woman walked in from the outside wearing a pure black woolen trench coat. She nodded when she saw Vanessa, and wrapped her arms around the man's. She looked at him with a gentle smile on her delicate face: " You should have let me bring you here."

Vanessa understood why a blind person needed a decorative painting.

If there is this woman, then pure anger is no longer needed in the bedroom, perhaps, adding a little more gentle, romantic, and magnificent colors is more appropriate.

Thinking this way, she led the two guests to another painting.

"Why are you here?" Matthew pursed his lips.

Lucy lowered her eyes: "I should ask you this sentence, why are you here, next to the woman behind Fisk?"

Since Fisk started campaigning, this woman has been standing behind Fisk, like his most staunch supporter, and Fisk would look back at her tenderly after every speech, that kind of woman should not appear The look in the eyes of the villain made Lucy instantly understand the relationship between the two of them.

Fisk has weaknesses and entanglements, so he will have scruples.

Lucy gave Vanessa a look, and Vanessa immediately distanced herself to give the pair of "sweet lovers" a space to be alone.

Lucy hooked Matthew's tie with her fingers, pretending to help him rearrange it: "Don't do what you regret."

Matthew gritted his teeth: "Fisk should pay the price, he is a stubborn rock, I can't find a way..."

"We need time, just a little time."

"Karen lost to time," Matthew said bitterly.

Lucy's throat moved, and she controlled her voice that was about to cry: "That's not the reason you came here, don't take the justice trial as a personal enmity. You are a lawyer, you are... a hero."

Matthew grabbed Lucy's hand, trying to push her away, but the girl stubbornly refused to let go, Matthew stabilized his voice, he didn't want to draw too much attention: "If I don't plan to be a hero anymore Woolen cloth?"

These words ring like a bell in Lucy's ears.

"Karen's death made me realize that if I broke those ridiculous bottom lines earlier, it would be more direct and efficient to solve everything in a more direct way, and the loss would be smaller. I have already said that I can't control myself! I don't It will hurt this woman, but I can use her to lure Fisk, and Fisk will have some scruples, if I can take the opportunity to kill him, all tragedies will stop."

Lucy put the tie into Matthew's suit, tiptoed lightly, as if she wanted to kiss it, but in the end she just stayed by Matthew's ear, her soft breath fluttered like a butterfly's wings, it can be said The words he said were like pouring cold water on his head: "And I will stop you."

"I will use all my connections to stop you, the police, other vigilantes, superheroes and S.H.I.E.L.D.." "I will do everything possible to stop you except expose you. I will not hesitate to put you in jail, But I have to stop you, you know that once you cross that bottom line, you will never be you again."

"You betrayed your friends, your world, and yourself. Everything you have built for more than 20 years will collapse the moment you make a move."

"I can't stop your transformation, but Matthew Michael Murdoch, I warn you one last time, don't do something that you and I will regret."

In Vanessa's eyes, Lucy just kissed Matthew's cheek lightly as if flirting. She had a smile on her face, but she didn't know what kind of thrilling experience this happy couple had just experienced in her eyes. Confrontation.

Matthew's jaw tightened, and the lines of his face became sharp, chiseled, but unpolished, with sharp edges and corners that made people inaccessible.

Lucy helped Matthew tidy up his suit, buttoned it up, and asked him, "Are we done talking?"

The back door clicked lightly, and Fisk walked in, his burly body cast a shadow under the light, with an unscented smell of blood.

"Vanessa." Fisk kissed his girlfriend lightly, but his eyes drifted past Matthew and Lucy, with an unfriendly meaning.

Lucy felt that Matthew took a deep breath, and the muscles all over his body tensed up, like a cheetah ready to jump up at any time, Lucy took Matthew's hand and walked towards Fisk, Matthew was almost body Stiff and unable to walk.

"I know this gentleman." Fisk said, he stretched out his hand to Matthew, but Matthew didn't take it, the hostility on his body was obvious, Fisk smiled lightly, and withdrew his hand, "We are in a land There was a conflict in the merger, and then an accountant from his law firm went to my mother."

Vanessa was surprised, and looked at Matthew with a little alienation.

"Her name is Karen Page, you should remember who you sued." Lucy controlled her desire to fight Fisk, "I just attended her funeral."

The corners of Vanessa's eyes twitched uncontrollably. She could probably guess that the man next to her did it, but she loved this man so much that she could ignore all the crimes he committed, and she chose to remain silent.

a long time.

"I'm sorry," Fisk said. "May I know why?"

Matthew listened to Fisk's heartbeat, which was steady and powerful, without any panic.But he knew that Karen died at the hands of Fisk, and this person didn't even feel it at all.The rage almost burned his brain, and something beat his eardrums like a drum, shouting to kill the man in front of him, but at the same time he felt Lucy's firm hand clenched his arm.

"Bad luck." In the end, Matthew magically relaxed his body and said in his dry voice, "In Hell's Kitchen, you always have to pin your life on whether you have luck or not. Sometimes the mob suddenly breaks in for no reason. , a gun shot from nowhere in a fight will kill you."

"I'm going to change that, I'm going to change Hell's Kitchen and this city, if you vote for me."

Fisk nodded to the two and left with Vanessa.

Lucy tugged at Matthew, and Matthew moved his feet mechanically.As soon as she went out, Lucy let out a long breath. Just now, the pressure between Fisk and Matthew made her unable to breathe. She suddenly hugged Matthew, and with the joy of the rest of her life, she kept whispering in his ear Repeat: "You did it, my hero."

"Is there any news about the Rising Tide?" Lucy looked at the dozens of materials on his computer desk behind Ulrich. Recently, Ulrich lived in the Avengers Building, and together with him, he had Alzheimer's disease. With his sick wife, the high-standard security of the Avengers Building makes it impossible for any thugs to do anything here. Ulric feels at ease here, but the determination to bring down Fisk and the investigation that has not progressed make him a little anxious .

Ulik handed the information to Lucy: "I have to say that these hacker organizations really have a set. They got Fisk's financial transaction information. Including land and real estate transfers, but the problem is that everything is legal."

"Of course it's legal." With contempt for the wisdom of ordinary people in Holmes' tone, he intercepted the information halfway, which seemed to be hundreds of pages long. "That's what finance is for. But it can't be said that these are useless."

Holmes flipped through the items with the most money and fell into deep thought.

Lucy made a sarcasm: "Why don't you live in Brownstone well, does it help your thinking here?"

Holmes: "Considering that my brother made a phone call to Watson and told her to fly back from Malibu on Stark's special plane this morning, I had to get here before she murdered me again with a roar. Dodge."

"Oh, brother's magic, isn't it?"

As soon as the words fell, Lucy received a call from Watson.

Holmes raised the documents in his hand threateningly: "You didn't see me, you didn't know my existence, and you never knew about Sherlock Holmes."

Lucy hung up Watson's call after explaining a few words helplessly.

Holmes continued to plunge his eyes into the rows of numbers with satisfaction: "Sometimes villains cannot be dealt with by normal methods. It is like punching. An opponent who is powerful in attack and impeccable in defense will always confuse you. You have to learn Expose their weaknesses with some dirty tricks outside the rules."

Urik smiled and asked, "Below the belt?"

Holmes twisted his mouth: "It's a foul, but it works."

"I once investigated a case with Watson. I knew that the husband had murdered his wife, but he couldn't be brought to justice because of lack of evidence. He had already booked a plane ticket to England the next day and planned to abscond. So, do you know what I did?"

Holmes put down the papers.

"I crashed his car and he had to go to the police station with me and then used the time he couldn't move to find new evidence. Believe me, if I can't find evidence next time I'll just punch him in the Hospital."

Holmes recalled the scene when he drove Watson's car into the past with endless aftertaste.

Holmes said: "Fisk's campaign needs a flow of funds. If he is really, as you say, most of his funds come from illegal sources, then we will skip the step of proving and cut off his flow of funds directly. We are not the police. Such a regular guy."

Urik hesitated: "Us? How? How do we find out who is supplying Fisk with funds?"

"My God, your brains are really rusted, Lucy, are you really an insurance investigator? Don't wait for me, use your brains!" Holmes couldn't help but began to complain about Lucy, "The key Ci, black police, file a case, do you still need me to remind you?"

A light flashed in Lucy's eyes, she suddenly realized, and said to Urik: "Half of the police in Hell's Kitchen are black police, who have been bribed by Fisk, which means that the core interests of Fisk are really touched. crimes will not be filed, or the crimes will be withdrawn."

Holmes finally nodded with satisfaction: "So what we need is a file of all the cases that have been received by the police in the Hell's Kitchen area in recent months but have not been dealt with, as well as the files of those who were acquitted after filing the cases."

"Cross-comparison can determine who and whose power is connected with Fisk."

Lucy could hardly contain her urge to kiss Holmes.

"Drugs." Matthew, who walked in at some unknown time, said, "We found this on the killer who had contact with Fisk. His source should be drugs, and it is very stable."

Matthew threw over a small package with a question mark drawn on it, a drug that had only recently become popular.

"Hmm... Superintendent Thomas will like this." Holmes spun his wheelchair and walked towards his laptop.

"If we find it, who has the ability to cut off Fisk's cash flow?" Urik asked. "We are not the police, and the police can't act rashly without evidence."

Holmes rolled his eyes: "Don't you know that vigilante who likes to wear S.M uniform?"

Fudge and Lucy, who were following Matthew, couldn't help but twitch their mouths.

Holmes gave Lucy a meaningful look, which made Lucy feel that her little secret had been seen. Perhaps, he had really seen it. As he said, most of the secret heroes in New York were under his control. It was like an exam paper full of answers in front of him, but he didn't reveal it, just because it was too boring.

Holmes threw the materials in his hand to Lucy: "This thing is very useful. If most of a person's funds come from illegal sources, no matter how clever an accountant is, it is impossible to hide it from the sky. Also, Lucy... your hearing is very good. A good friend should come in handy, let him go around the police station more, maybe he can get some useful information."

Fudge walked up to Lucy, took part of it and put it in his hands: "I'll help you, I have to let you know that I'm not the kind of lawyer who only finds women for sex when I'm in trouble."

"And I'll let you know that I'm the best insurance investigator in New York," said Lucy, laughing.

She stretched out her fist, and Fudge touched her with his fist, and both saw trust in each other's eyes.

"For Karen."

"For Karen."

The two looked at Matthew together, and Matthew raised his heavy hand, which finally covered their fists.

"For Karen."

Lucy watched the scene in front of her as everyone dispersed to get back to their work. Feeling a surge of excitement, she took Matthew's hand and looked at him.Matthew's eyes were dimmed with blindness, but there was hope, warmth, and the everlasting light of New York in her eyes: "Look, we can do so much."