NOVEL NEXT American Comics: The Law of Strength
Chapter 17
Manhattan's XC district, next to the Hudson River, has a restricted area next to 34th and 59th Streets and east of Eighth Avenue.
The area itself does not have a name, but some media have given it an insulting and disparaging name, "Hell's Kitchen".
However, it has to be said that the name is very apt.
"Hell's Kitchen" is not only a well-known slum in New York, but also a well-known gathering place for criminals.
Eighty percent of New York's most well-known criminal gangs are born here. People born in
Hell's Kitchen basically choose the most difficult start in life, because everyone born in Hell's Kitchen, no matter how smart and strong you are, you will end up being cooked into a pot of hell chowder by it.
If two suspects appear at the scene of the crime, as long as one of them is from Hell's Kitchen, it is right to catch him and beat him first.
Even if some of them want to struggle to get out of this place, they are often kicked back here.
Because if someone is the son of a thief, the people around him also want him to become a thief too.
Over time, this place is like a sloth in New York that will never get better, no one will want to come here, no one will be able to leave here, and no one will want to change here.
There will never be anything new here, just a few murders every night as new news material.
But now a tall building is rising on this forgotten land of death.
Several people are gathering in the building, which has just completed the main body of concrete.
Almost every one of them wore strange uniforms, and in the end, the young man in formal clothes looked a little weird.
And these people are several important subordinates of Phils, and
the few people present are focusing on their own affairs to pass the time. The
prowler still looked bored, leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone.
Bullseye, who had just recovered from his injuries, fiddled with a pistol, not knowing what he was thinking.
The black cat was teasing the miscellaneous wild cat that ran out of nowhere with a smile on his face.
Only Phils's deputy, Murdoch, was listening to a young man relay messages on his phone for him.
After understanding, he did not ask the young man to leave, but stood calmly in place thinking about something, occasionally nodding imperceptibly.
I don't know how long it took, a strong middle-aged man arrived here, and several people put away the things at hand and nodded their heads to pay respect.
And the person who came was the owner of this building, Phils.
He walked sharply to the center of the group, and then he looked at Murdoch.
But this blind man seemed to sense the look in Phils's eyes and immediately began his own report.
"All of our projects are going smoothly now, some faster than we expected, but the collaboration with the Bernano family is not going well.
Milk, for his part, kept urging us to kill Mr. Eric and complained that we still hadn't captured Diane.
Murdoch couldn't help but press his temple when he said Milk, dealing with such an arrogant fool really consumed too much of his mental effort.
"At the same time, he refused to fulfill his previous promises, not only did he not provide any support for our plan, but we even recently discovered some of his small actions, apparently intending to clean up Mr. Eric himself."
When Fisk heard this, his face became a little gloomy with the naked eye.
"See" Fisk's mood is getting worse, Murdoch also quickly remedied.
"But the progress of our plan has not been affected by this, and I have also warned Milk that he will not dare to do anything in the short term."
Fisk then released his clenched fist, then nodded silently, motioning for Murdoch to continue his debriefing.
"Several of our drawings in Hell's Kitchen have been approved, including mixed-use residential, hospitality, retail, multi-storey duplexes.
But the problem is that the tax exemption for our volunteer organizations has not yet been approved, and our progress in politics has been slow.
Our engagement with multiple senators has not progressed, and without the support of the Bernano family, our plan would have been delayed for at least four years.
Given Mr. Milk's current performance, I am afraid that we need to find another help outside the Bernano family.
"I'll find a way for you to go and prepare for the delay of the plan while continuing to offer the Bernard family... No, it's to show favor to that stupid little guy.
Murdoch nodded in understanding, and then added:
"Recently, our trading partners and allies have lost patience with that ghost Spider-Man.
They now hope we can solve this trouble, and I have no reply for now.
Fisk pondered for a moment, in fact, he wanted the ghost Spider-Man to remain active at this time. Only in this
way can he muddy the waters in New York and facilitate their actions, but at this moment, he also needs to show his strength to these allies to maintain his rule over them.
Finally, he said in a low voice,
"Then tell our allies that we will start working on this to thank them for their investment and assistance."
Then he looked at Bullseye and said, "Bullseye, this matter is left to you."
Murdoch also added: "The authorities have issued an arrest warrant for the ghost spider, so we have every reason to shoot her on the spot if we have the chance."
When we determine her location, we will send the address information to all the informants' mobile phones, no police will come to hinder you, but you have to try to leave her there to solve it.
Otherwise we will have a hard time dealing with it.
The latter grinned, "It's a little too gentle to use her as a rehabilitation, but it's okay as a starter for hunting that bat."
Fisk, on the other hand, frowned.
"You must not touch that bat until I give the order."
Bullseye raised his hand to show understanding, but even through the mask, he could see his expression of nonchalance.
However, Fisk did not continue to warn, and he continued to assign tasks to Murdoch.
"Murdoch, you continue to be responsible for advancing the cooperation with Milk and Mr. Eric, no matter which side supports us, all we need is cooperation with the Bernano family, it doesn't matter who it is." After
that, Fisk bowed his head and pondered for two seconds, and then continued:
"If the cooperation with Mr. Eric goes more smoothly, try to leak the news of Mr. Eric, preferably directly to Miss Diane."
If they are short of manpower..."
Fisk turned his gaze to the black cat.
"Black cat, you should still have contact with Diane, and you haven't been exposed, you are responsible for contacting Diane, gaining their trust, and assisting them if necessary."
The black cat smiled, circled his thumb and forefinger, and made an OK gesture.
In the end, Fisk explained all the tasks, except for the wanderer, who did not arrange. The Prowler
seemed to realize something and looked at Fisk, who smiled and asked Murdoch,
"How is the problem of the Prowler's identity solved?"
"Very smoothly, our informant has been given permission, and soon all his criminal records will be cleared, and his experience will be completely whitewashed."
We are also looking for his replacement, and there are already quite a few candidates. The
prowler nodded gratefully after hearing this, while Fisk gave the other a hug with open hands.
The black cat said with some regret:
"It's a pity, I still like working with you, do you want to hold a retirement party?" The
wanderer looked at the black cat's seductive smile and shook his head firmly.
"It's not against any of you, when I retire I will delete all of your contact information, I just want to live an ordinary life."
Everyone was not surprised, they still sent their own congratulations.
Murdoch stepped forward and shook hands with the wanderer, while Bullseye said he would give him a retirement gift, and Fisker handed him a black card.
Only the black cat, she stood in the shadows, her eyes were shining, and the corners of her mouth had a strange smile, she looked at the people who were celebrating, and her heart was cheering, but the people who deserved her blessing... Only herself.
The area itself does not have a name, but some media have given it an insulting and disparaging name, "Hell's Kitchen".
However, it has to be said that the name is very apt.
"Hell's Kitchen" is not only a well-known slum in New York, but also a well-known gathering place for criminals.
Eighty percent of New York's most well-known criminal gangs are born here. People born in
Hell's Kitchen basically choose the most difficult start in life, because everyone born in Hell's Kitchen, no matter how smart and strong you are, you will end up being cooked into a pot of hell chowder by it.
If two suspects appear at the scene of the crime, as long as one of them is from Hell's Kitchen, it is right to catch him and beat him first.
Even if some of them want to struggle to get out of this place, they are often kicked back here.
Because if someone is the son of a thief, the people around him also want him to become a thief too.
Over time, this place is like a sloth in New York that will never get better, no one will want to come here, no one will be able to leave here, and no one will want to change here.
There will never be anything new here, just a few murders every night as new news material.
But now a tall building is rising on this forgotten land of death.
Several people are gathering in the building, which has just completed the main body of concrete.
Almost every one of them wore strange uniforms, and in the end, the young man in formal clothes looked a little weird.
And these people are several important subordinates of Phils, and
the few people present are focusing on their own affairs to pass the time. The
prowler still looked bored, leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone.
Bullseye, who had just recovered from his injuries, fiddled with a pistol, not knowing what he was thinking.
The black cat was teasing the miscellaneous wild cat that ran out of nowhere with a smile on his face.
Only Phils's deputy, Murdoch, was listening to a young man relay messages on his phone for him.
After understanding, he did not ask the young man to leave, but stood calmly in place thinking about something, occasionally nodding imperceptibly.
I don't know how long it took, a strong middle-aged man arrived here, and several people put away the things at hand and nodded their heads to pay respect.
And the person who came was the owner of this building, Phils.
He walked sharply to the center of the group, and then he looked at Murdoch.
But this blind man seemed to sense the look in Phils's eyes and immediately began his own report.
"All of our projects are going smoothly now, some faster than we expected, but the collaboration with the Bernano family is not going well.
Milk, for his part, kept urging us to kill Mr. Eric and complained that we still hadn't captured Diane.
Murdoch couldn't help but press his temple when he said Milk, dealing with such an arrogant fool really consumed too much of his mental effort.
"At the same time, he refused to fulfill his previous promises, not only did he not provide any support for our plan, but we even recently discovered some of his small actions, apparently intending to clean up Mr. Eric himself."
When Fisk heard this, his face became a little gloomy with the naked eye.
"See" Fisk's mood is getting worse, Murdoch also quickly remedied.
"But the progress of our plan has not been affected by this, and I have also warned Milk that he will not dare to do anything in the short term."
Fisk then released his clenched fist, then nodded silently, motioning for Murdoch to continue his debriefing.
"Several of our drawings in Hell's Kitchen have been approved, including mixed-use residential, hospitality, retail, multi-storey duplexes.
But the problem is that the tax exemption for our volunteer organizations has not yet been approved, and our progress in politics has been slow.
Our engagement with multiple senators has not progressed, and without the support of the Bernano family, our plan would have been delayed for at least four years.
Given Mr. Milk's current performance, I am afraid that we need to find another help outside the Bernano family.
"I'll find a way for you to go and prepare for the delay of the plan while continuing to offer the Bernard family... No, it's to show favor to that stupid little guy.
Murdoch nodded in understanding, and then added:
"Recently, our trading partners and allies have lost patience with that ghost Spider-Man.
They now hope we can solve this trouble, and I have no reply for now.
Fisk pondered for a moment, in fact, he wanted the ghost Spider-Man to remain active at this time. Only in this
way can he muddy the waters in New York and facilitate their actions, but at this moment, he also needs to show his strength to these allies to maintain his rule over them.
Finally, he said in a low voice,
"Then tell our allies that we will start working on this to thank them for their investment and assistance."
Then he looked at Bullseye and said, "Bullseye, this matter is left to you."
Murdoch also added: "The authorities have issued an arrest warrant for the ghost spider, so we have every reason to shoot her on the spot if we have the chance."
When we determine her location, we will send the address information to all the informants' mobile phones, no police will come to hinder you, but you have to try to leave her there to solve it.
Otherwise we will have a hard time dealing with it.
The latter grinned, "It's a little too gentle to use her as a rehabilitation, but it's okay as a starter for hunting that bat."
Fisk, on the other hand, frowned.
"You must not touch that bat until I give the order."
Bullseye raised his hand to show understanding, but even through the mask, he could see his expression of nonchalance.
However, Fisk did not continue to warn, and he continued to assign tasks to Murdoch.
"Murdoch, you continue to be responsible for advancing the cooperation with Milk and Mr. Eric, no matter which side supports us, all we need is cooperation with the Bernano family, it doesn't matter who it is." After
that, Fisk bowed his head and pondered for two seconds, and then continued:
"If the cooperation with Mr. Eric goes more smoothly, try to leak the news of Mr. Eric, preferably directly to Miss Diane."
If they are short of manpower..."
Fisk turned his gaze to the black cat.
"Black cat, you should still have contact with Diane, and you haven't been exposed, you are responsible for contacting Diane, gaining their trust, and assisting them if necessary."
The black cat smiled, circled his thumb and forefinger, and made an OK gesture.
In the end, Fisk explained all the tasks, except for the wanderer, who did not arrange. The Prowler
seemed to realize something and looked at Fisk, who smiled and asked Murdoch,
"How is the problem of the Prowler's identity solved?"
"Very smoothly, our informant has been given permission, and soon all his criminal records will be cleared, and his experience will be completely whitewashed."
We are also looking for his replacement, and there are already quite a few candidates. The
prowler nodded gratefully after hearing this, while Fisk gave the other a hug with open hands.
The black cat said with some regret:
"It's a pity, I still like working with you, do you want to hold a retirement party?" The
wanderer looked at the black cat's seductive smile and shook his head firmly.
"It's not against any of you, when I retire I will delete all of your contact information, I just want to live an ordinary life."
Everyone was not surprised, they still sent their own congratulations.
Murdoch stepped forward and shook hands with the wanderer, while Bullseye said he would give him a retirement gift, and Fisker handed him a black card.
Only the black cat, she stood in the shadows, her eyes were shining, and the corners of her mouth had a strange smile, she looked at the people who were celebrating, and her heart was cheering, but the people who deserved her blessing... Only herself.
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