Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

Fisk woke up with a loud explosion.

His girlfriend Vanessa put her arm around his neck from behind and asked softly what happened.

Fisk walked to the window. He and Vanessa lived in the tallest building in Hell's Kitchen, with his private helipad upstairs.He looked through the glass, and Hell's Kitchen turned into a real hell on earth, burning everywhere... Fisk had already recognized where the black smoking building was before the phone rang.

"Mrs. Gao has left." West, his most loyal assistant, said on the phone.

West paused for a long time.

"We'll figure it out."

Fisk lay back on the bed, but he never closed his eyes again.

"Mrs. Gao is the largest source of drugs on the entire east coast. She provides Fisk with the most stable source of funds. I found one of her warehouses. She is literally a female version of Breaking Bad...It is a giant drug On the assembly line, someone makes drugs, someone repacks them, and someone transports them, but without exception, they are all blind."

Matthew was lying flat on the bed. To be precise, this was Captain America's bed. He heard that Lucy was in some trouble during his mission, so he generously lent his bed to Lucy's friend.But...God knows how hard it took Lucy not to laugh on the spot when she saw Captain America's star shield-like three-color bed sheet.

Matthew was shirtless and asked Lucy to apply an ice pack to his bruised stomach.There was a palm print made by Mrs. Gao.

Lucy looked at the blue and black palm prints on Matthew's stomach, and wanted to find out what kind of secret technique it was. Could it be some kind of uninhibited palm technique in the legend?

The image of Mrs. Gao in her heart was a little more mysterious.

Lucy unknowingly started a little harder in her fugue, Matthew grinned and gasped lightly, Lucy let go of her hand quickly.

"I thought it was Mrs. Gao who asked her men to blind them to keep her secret. But she said that these people blinded themselves in exchange for the opportunity to work in the drug field. Most of them They came here illegally, and after that, they will be sent back to the country." Matthew sighed, "Did I save them?"

"No." Lucy squeezed a little ointment and rubbed it on her hands, and then covered Matthew's cold belly, spinning slowly, "You ruined them, but you saved more people."

Matthew moved unnaturally, Lucy's hands were very hot, and with the gradually increasing massage, he felt a burst of heat melt away from the wound.

"Your ointment is very effective."

Lucy glanced at the "Ma Yinglong Hemorrhoid Ointment" on the bed, and tried her best to hold back a smile: "Of course, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis is very useful, I ordered a dozen, and I will put it in your medicine box later, and the little spider will also have a copy. "

With a piece of pancake in his mouth, Fudge rushed in boldly, holding the data of Fisk's financial transactions in his hand: "Guys, the Rising Tide organization has sent thousands of pages of data."

And then he saw Lucy sitting next to Matthew, and Matthew... he was lying on his back on the bed in nothing but a pair of baggy sweatpants like a big, big, want-and-take cat.Fudge's gaze fell to Lucy's hands rubbing Matthew's belly.

Lucy immediately pulled her hands away like an electric shock, and Matthew felt a sigh of reluctance from his body.

"Sorry for bothering you." Fudge hurriedly stopped, turned and left.

Lucy quickly found a piece of paper to wipe off the ointment on her hands, and stopped Fudge: "Don't, tell me what you found!"

Fudge had to be awkwardly pulled back by Lucy and pressed on the sofa, but soon he devoted himself to his own discovery: "Fisk's subordinates are helping him launder money, which means that a large number of agents are needed, and the establishment of divorce Shell companies on the shore, investing in legitimate companies, he even set up a charitable foundation, and let agents from all over the place put money into the foundation..."

"Important point, Fudge," said Lucy and Matthew at the same time.

"These materials can almost drown us. It will take us a week to read it, even including old Ulik, and that Donald Duck who wants to attack others indiscriminately before doing work..." Fudge flipped Rolling his eyes, he opened and closed his palms and made an analogy, "It can only shorten the time by half."

"Oh... Fudge, don't you forget where we are."

Lucy chuckled lightly and took the materials, which weighed about a kilogram, and walked into the living room. Holmes saw the things in her hand, and the sarcasm surfaced on his face again.

"Shut up, Sherlock." Lucy stopped Holmes before he could speak, she raised her head and said in an unknown direction, "Jarvis, comparing thousands of pages of information won't kill you. "

"Of course not, ma'am." Jarvis's voice sounded, and even a little offended displeasure appeared in the mechanical sound of the tablet, "I have analyzed formulas, databases, and data streams that are much more complicated than this... "

"Oh, who is talking every day!" Fudge was so frightened that he almost knelt on the ground.

Lucy snapped her fingers: "Very well, we need to compare these thousands of pages of information to find out the differences, excluding normal buying and selling, and those financial transactions that are obviously intended to deceive the Securities Regulatory Commission... "

Fudge exclaimed, "Wait, isn't this what we're supposed to be looking for?"

Lucy said: "No, that would be too time-consuming. It is even far away to investigate and take legal proceedings according to the normal channels."

Holmes kindly explained to Lucy: "Don't forget that our purpose now is not to defeat Fisk, but to slow him down. Fisk is a giant. If you can't defeat him, then tie his feet. Hit his knees and he'll fall on his own."

"There are always villains in Fisk's empire. If you like to stay in dirty places, you are destined to be with flies. The biggest characteristic of these people is that their interests come first. It is impossible to talk about morality and the future with them. It's something." Lucy looked at the holographic screen that suddenly rose in the house, and said slowly, "I want to know if anyone took the opportunity to take away Fisk's money."

Fudge seemed to be completely conquered by the scene in front of him, as if he was not in the real world, but a certain time and space in the future, with artificial intelligence, holographic screen, numbers dancing around him, and virtual document images flying over his head Then it flew into the "recycle bin" like a white dove.

"Look, Matthew, this is incredible."

"I can't see it." Matthew said helplessly.

Fudge has no sympathy at all: "Considering that your senses are more developed than others, I can feel a little comfort at this time."

In less than the time to make a cup of tea, Jarvis had already completed the comparison, leaving more than a dozen pages of error reports.

After reading the dozens of pages of data, Lucy tapped on the form and said meaningfully: "Then, I think it's time to give Fisk another fire."

The worst thing Fisk did was to come out of the darkness. He could no longer freely use his property. He started to deal with real politicians. These oily old guys were like eels.And Fisk's dark empire is slowly getting out of his control because of his restraint.

He held a dinner party in his home and invited his assistant West and Leland Osley, who was in charge of finances.Even when off-the-books cash flows are stretched thin, Fisk still has the leisure to cook his own veal steaks.

"Rep. Cherry opened his mouth and asked for another profit. We can't do without him to help us lobby at the critical moment of the election. I'm afraid the only words in the dictionary of these guys are greed and its synonyms." Osli complained, "Fortunately, We can build a lot between 51st Street and 62nd Street."

West snorted noncommittally, and continued to listen to Osli dancing and planning their future: "However, Mrs. Gao's drug factory was burned down, and we had short-term cash flow problems outside the books. We need some business Can effectively replace the drug business."

Fisk turned off the fire, and served the fragrant steak on the table.

"Indeed, Leland." Fisk sat next to Osli, calling his name.Before Osri picked up the knife and fork, Fisk pressed his hand, beckoning him to help.Osli watched Fisk hold the sharp silver knife and fork in his hands, "We need to recover some losses very, very much now."

Fisk gave West a look, and West took out a financial bill and handed it to Osli.

Osri was stunned.

Fisk cut off the tendons of the steak, and raised his eyes slightly to look at the flustered Osli: "Someone sent me these things, anonymously, I can't understand these exchanges, can you explain?"

Osli took the reports calmly and quickly scanned them: "We have hundreds of such fund transfers every day, in order to evade the SEC's cover-up. I thought I was the financial spokesperson."

"Of course, Leland." Fisk laughed. He put down the knife and fork, and wiped off the oil stains on the silver knife with a clean white tablecloth. million dollars."

"Do you suspect me of embezzlement?" Osli frowned, "You believe this, what anonymous person gave you something, why did he send it to you, he wants to see you mess up, these are your opponents Do it!"

Fisk shrugged: "Maybe, so I asked Wesley to check its authenticity... That didn't answer my doubts."

Osli folded the report and handed it back: "These funds are still in a turnover state, and there are problems with those assets. Even if they are bleached, there is still a chance of being discovered. We need a second bleaching."

But he couldn't control his trembling hands.

West and Fisk smiled at each other, and West shook off the tablecloth and began to cut his own steak.Knowing that he had been exposed, Osli wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile: "So, it seems that you all know it. Indeed, I have been enriching myself, when you can take money from other people's wallets When it comes to paying, you just can’t control your hands, can you?”

Fisk threw the tablecloth on the table, the silver knife gleaming in his fat hand like a death scythe.But Osli showed no fear, and even smiled a little: "Let's make a deal, and I will take half of your property and run away. You can't chase me down."

Fisk laughed angrily at this old guy who was shamelessly negotiating terms when he was about to die.

Osli inserted a piece of steak and put it in his mouth. The taste of the gravy made him sigh the beauty of the world. While chewing the steak, he shook out his chips: "I have some in my hand that you wanted to kill but didn't kill." People, for example, Detective Hoffman, he was a black policeman you bought, and later because he knew too much, you sent a killer to silence him, and I stopped the killer with a big price. By the way, I used For your money, I found him, provided him with a safe house, and sent someone to keep an eye on him."

Fisk snarls: "He's a coward. He doesn't have the guts to betray me."

Osli grinned, showing his two front teeth: "The rabbit bites when it is anxious. What's more, he knows that he will be killed by you even if he doesn't say anything. But I found that one Hoffman is not enough, so I still have some people you want to protect."

West's expression changed.

Fisk glared at West: "After that damn accountant finds my mother, I will ask you to send her to Venice!"

Osli put down his fork, and wiped the corner of his mouth lightly with a tablecloth: "Don't blame him, your mother stayed well in Venice, I sent my people to follow you all the time, and found your mother's location. She is still there Venice enjoys the rest of her life in chaos, but if I don't text my people within 24 hours, she will die too."

Osri stood up, pointing at Fisk and himself: "So, let's discuss it, I'm leaving tonight."

Fisk was exuding vigorous anger, and Osli could almost feel that the muscles of this hilly man were tangled up, waiting to give him a fatal blow, but he couldn't, Osli found that he enjoyed manipulating strong process of the reader.

"That's my mother." Thunder rolled in Fisk's throat, "You want to take my property, take it, but that's my mother."

Osri saw that Fisk had changed, and things slipped in an uncontrollable direction.Fisk pressed his shoulders and pressed him on the chair.

Osli said in a panic, he couldn't control his fear, and almost shouted: "If I die, your mother will die too, and Hoffman will tell the police everything—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the silver knife was stuck in his throat.

"That is!"

"mine!"

"Mother!!"

Fisk twisted the table knife cruelly, and inserted it into Osli's body again and again, blood spurted out and flew on the dining table, splashing out an impressionist painting full of anger and fear.

Fisk grabbed Osli's hair and pushed the lifeless corpse to the ground.

West fiddled with the silver fork, inserted a piece of steak soaked in Osli's blood, and put it in his mouth. Red juice flowed down the corner of his mouth, looking extremely weird: "You should keep him At least give me a little more time to find Hoffman and your mother."

Fisk threw down the tablecloth coldly: "Go and make up for your mistakes."

He glanced at the corpse on the ground in disgust, and left in a hurry.

"Hoffman is still alive?" A policeman holding a donut asked in surprise, he quickly dropped the donut box, started the car, and used the channel dedicated to black policemen, "Who the hell can explain what happened? What's up?"

"Don't ask, if you don't catch Hoffman, everyone will die." The voice of one of the people cut in, "He is the head of the original black police, and he knows most of us by name. If he appears on the street, Kill him immediately, if he hides, I want you to search all the households in your jurisdiction, regardless of the reason, find him!"

The entire police station in Hell's Kitchen is in chaos. It feels like even if there is a fight, the police station has never been so chaotic.

A man wearing sunglasses was sitting quietly on a chair in the corridor, holding a blind stick in his hand. He had been sitting there for half an hour without reporting the crime or releasing anyone on bail.

"Sir, do you need help?" Finally, a police detective couldn't help asking.

"No." The blind man raised his head, and the detective felt for a moment that the man in front of him was not blind, "You have helped me enough."