Marvel World Mixed Life

Trump Tower, New York City.

As the premier high-end hotel in New York City, the three-story magnificent banquet hall is the best venue for events held by New York's high society.

At this time, the banquet hall was brightly lit, and many well-dressed and well-dressed men and ladies in elegant evening gowns and various jewelry had gathered here. The conversation between the toasts was decent and full of demeanor.

Everyone's topic is inseparable from the recent events in New York, and they are still speculating about the origin of this mysterious businessman Wilson Fisk.

In fact, many people don't think so, and no matter how chaotic New York is, it will be difficult to endanger them. Unless it affects their business or social status, the so-called charity dinner is just a show.

This is the rule, the rule of society. In their view, only those who do not understand the situation can condemn all this. Wouldn't it be nice if they got fame and maybe someone would get bailed out?

The key issue lies in the owner of the show, a Wilson Fisk who has shares in many syndicates and suddenly came out from the shadows. Looking at the Polkov champagne bar in their hands, even they feel luxurious.

In the lounge on the side, Congressman Cherry and Wilson Fisk were sitting and chatting. They are not in a hurry, it is not time for them to play.

"Why did you figure it out to appear in front of the public?" Senator Cherry asked strangely after taking a sip of champagne.

"The birth of a new life made me change some of my thoughts. Maybe I need to be more tactful in doing things in the future." Wilson Fisk touched the cufflink involuntarily.

"Whatever, no matter what, we are going to win. The taste of power, after you have tasted it, you will be more thirsty like taking drugs." Councilor Cherry shook his head complacently, and suddenly mentioned a topic with great interest. thing.

"Recently, I heard a ridiculous rumor that the owner of this house actually boldly proposed that he would run for president sometime in the future."

"Ridiculous? I don't think so at all." Wilson Fisk's expression was very serious, "In this crazy world, all sorts of weird things can happen! Besides, he has money and can create momentum, so he has already succeeded. Mostly."

"But there is one thing!" Fisk frowned involuntarily, "His wide, big, and long red tie is a bit annoying to see, and this kind of taste makes me really hard to compliment..."

…

A back kitchen leading to the banquet hall.

A dozen waiters in black vests and white shirts were nervously preparing and arranging dishes.

Li Mo was wearing a high-end suit, loosened his neckline uncomfortably, picked up a macaron from the side and chewed it in his mouth, "Well...you have a lot of connections, Matt...well...I thought we You're going to jump in from upstairs... um..."

Matt smiled, "As a lawyer, we will always help some people. I don't think they will refuse this small request."

"That's right." Li Mo nodded.

Matt listened attentively and said, "It's about to start over there, let's go."

"Um, okay. Hey, wait a minute!"

Li Mo stopped the waiter who was passing by with a plate, "What's in it? It's so fragrant."

"Cream short ribs, our chef's specialty." The waiter proudly lifted the lid and showed Li Mo the dishes on the plate.

"Really? I don't believe it!" Li Mo reached out and took out a piece to taste.

"Okay, I believe it." Then he reached into the plate with his fingers to arrange the shape of the ribs.

The waiter looked at Li Mo speechlessly, and brought the plate back again.

Matt shook his head, turned around and opened the door and walked into the banquet hall. Li Mo quickly put the cream on his hand into his mouth to clean it, and followed.

The two of them walked outside without attracting the attention of others, because all the guests gathered in front of the stage of the banquet hall.

Councilor Cherry said a few words casually on it, and after enlivening the atmosphere, he gave up the stage to Wilson Fisk.

After the huge body came up, all the guests felt a sense of pressure, and some couldn't help swallowing.

Wilson Fisk looked at the audience, touched his cuff buttons with his hands crossed, and said in a thick voice: "I know that I am very unfamiliar to everyone, because I have been focusing on my own business for a long time. But in this difficult moment, as a part of New York, as a child of this city, I decided to step up."

"The city is slowly becoming rotten, with prominent ethnic conflicts, aging infrastructure, and people losing their dreams. Now it has become a city of chaos."

"I will not be silent anymore. First of all, I will set up a Fisk charity fund to help the citizens and police officers who were injured some time ago."

"I will donate to the police department, and I will run for parliament to give my voice to the citizens. I will actively cooperate with everyone here in all aspects."

"New York will be better!"

The guests in the audience gave warm applause, and Wilson Fisk nodded with a smile.

Matt and Li Mo stood quietly at the end and witnessed all this.

"Could such a person be the real culprit behind the scenes?" Matt was a little confused.

"How is it impossible?" Li Mo curled his lips, "I don't know what you think, anyway, it's in my impression. The more high-sounding people who stand on top and speak, the less good people are behind them."

At this moment, James, Fisk's confidant, came over and spoke softly beside him. Fisk apologized to the guests and followed James to the lounge.

Matt immediately frowned, and followed quietly. Others can't hear it, but he can hear it clearly.

The secretary's words were, "Boss, there is something wrong between Mrs. Gao and Jidao."

Fisker and James closed the door and talked in the lounge. Matt stood not far from the lounge, pretending to drink champagne, but listening intently to the conversation inside.

After a while, Matt showed an expression of enlightenment, followed by uncontrollable anger. Hearing the plots inside, his anger became more and more intense. With a ding, the champagne glass in his hand was crushed, the champagne liquid and glass fragments fell to the ground, blood slowly dripped from the cut hand.

"Oh shit, what kind of high-end hotel is this, and the glass is still of low quality, come and clean it up here." Li Mo shouted loudly, called a waiter to clean it up, and then pulled Matt out of the hotel.

…

Outside the hotel, Matt wrapped his hands with a towel, looked up at the sky, took a deep breath and said, "Li, you are right! This person is the mastermind behind all the incidents."

"Just confirm. After a while, let's kill him and let everything return to normal. You continue to be your hero, and I can live in peace. Wow... perfect!" Li Mo nodded and said seriously.

"No, we can't do that."

"Are you out of your mind? Do you want to have a story full of twists and turns?" Li Mo stared at Matt strangely with his eyes wide open.

"It's not a good idea to kill him directly. He already has a certain reputation in New York, and being killed will cause more waves. And his men's loss of control will make things worse. I need to collect evidence to make things worse. He is punished by the law." Matt said firmly.

Li Mo looked at Matt and shrugged, "Okay, follow your method."

He understands Matt's thoughts. Many people become superheroes because they have their own persistence, so they have different styles.

It wouldn't be Daredevil if Matt would follow him straight to the kill.

...

In the following days, Matt has been collecting relevant evidence. Fisk didn't know that Matt had his eye on him, so he was still arranging everything in an orderly manner.

Matt was in the dark, and with his super hearing and agility, he gradually figured out many things.

Li Mo came to Chinatown.

Matt investigates that the Hell's Kitchen bombing was directed by Mrs. Gao, a Chinese gangster. Because I don't know Chinese and don't understand the habits of Chinese people, I asked Li Mo to come and investigate.

The police also got a clue, so they also launched a crackdown on the Chinese gangs.

When Li Mo came here, he happened to meet the police who were arresting the suspect. He followed curiously.

Outside an ordinary house, a team of police officers with live ammunition quietly came to the door. With a bang, he kicked open the door and rushed in.

"All hands up, we are NYPD." Well-trained police officers quickly controlled everyone in the room: a middle-aged woman who was cooking, a stunned man, and a pair of terrified faces hugging each other Trembling men, women and children, a pale woman lying on a hospital bed.

The man quickly raised his hands, "What are you going to do, we are good people."

The leading white policeman held a gun to the man's forehead: "f**k! I can't understand what you are talking about, speak English!"

The man was so scared that he almost peed his pants, "I don't know, should we be taken care of by this whole family!"

"F**k! Speak English, you yellow-skinned pig!" The white policeman beat the man with a gun butt until his head was covered in blood.

"F**k!" Li Mogong kicked the door completely apart, walked in, and waved the S.H.I.E.L.D. Senior Advisor of the Logistics Support Bureau, I'm taking over here now!"

A group of policemen in the room were stunned and raised their guns at Li Mo. This man in a Tang suit holding a teacup didn't look like a detective at all. The leading white policeman snorted heavily, "Bring over your ID, we need to check it."

"Just check!" Li Mo threw the certificate over.

A policeman nodded to the leading white policeman after making a phone call, "Sir, it's true!"

"We're investigating the Hell's Kitchen bombing, what do you care about S.H.I.E.L.D.?" The white policeman was a little unconvinced.

"I said, I'm going to take over here! Are you deaf? Bitch!" Li Mo poked the white policeman's chest fiercely with his fingers, and yelled hard at his face, spraying out his saliva.

"Who is your boss? I want to sue you!" The white policeman's face turned red with anger.

"Nick Fury! You fucking have the guts to sue!"