Chapter 121 Hell’s Kitchen and Mutation
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
A large number of FBI broke into the house, and the leader of the underground force who had begun to keep a low profile was controlled and charged with more than 20 crimes.
The same situation occurs everywhere in Hell's Kitchen.
For a time, Hell's Kitchen was in turmoil.
Matt should have been happy about this situation, but he had a keen sense that something was wrong.
Knocking down a guy from one of the Hell's Kitchen gangs, Matt held him down and questioned him.
"I don't know, we closed the business during this period, but we still got discovered."
These were the boy's exact words.
Some talented people were bold and wanted to take advantage of the break after the New York War to expand business.
However, some people choose to stop their activities and prepare to spend this sensitive period safely.
But it was these people who were arrested in large numbers.
On the TV news, they all praised the FBI in writing.
Matt found a few escaped gang boys for questioning, and the results he got were surprisingly similar.
As a lawyer, I sensed something was wrong.
He subsequently conducted investigations in Hell's Kitchen, and found that the gangs that were captured did not have many connections.
There were even some who used to work with Kingpin, but as Kingpin entered prison, those people developed and gradually fell out of control.
Matt didn't have a clue. He could feel that there was an undercurrent surging beneath Hell's Kitchen.
It's just that as a lawyer, he doesn't have that much power to ask the FBI to cooperate and help.
In desperation, he thought of John.
That was the most powerful person he knew. As a rich man, even the district attorney couldn't do anything to John.
"You want to find out why the FBI started arresting underground forces?"
in the restaurant.
John cut into a piece of beef and poked it with his fork.
After staring at the tender and juicy beef for a while, he put it in his mouth and took a bite. After swallowing, he wiped off the sauce stuck to the corner of his mouth and said, "It doesn't hurt to tell you. Who told us to be in the same group?"
Matt looked a little weird when he heard the group.
"Wilson Fisk made a deal with the FBI, trading information on the betrayal in exchange for some prison powers."
John raised his eyebrows and said, "He is now a popular figure in the FBI."
Matt's face fell.
Putting the piece of beef aside, John took Matt's beef and cut it casually.
As he cut, he said casually: "Fisk is planning how to take revenge. It's probably not just as simple as reporting some colleagues. He should find a way to leave the prison and take revenge on me."
He said it casually, as if the person being retaliated against was not him.
"It can't be escaping from prison, that would be too stupid." The beef was all cut into bite-sized pieces and placed in front of Matt. John said calmly, "He knows that if that happens, I may kill him at any time, so he must have An identity that is enough to protect yourself.”
Matt was lost in thought, "Identity?"
A fugitive who escaped from prison deserved to die.
Fisk was sure that John would not let him go, so it was not the FBI who asked him to cooperate, but him who asked the FBI to cooperate.
Because only the FBI can give him that identity!
Matt wanted to understand but was very curious, "You didn't stop him?"
John just analyzed it calmly and understood all of Fisk's thoughts.
John, who knew everything in advance, remained indifferent.
This is puzzling.
John chuckled, "It's only fun to destroy him after all the hard work he's done."
Fisk never dreamed that he would try his best to gain an identity through the 'rules of the game'.
But the person he was dealing with was watching the struggle outside the 'rules of the game'.
The alluring scent of meat passed through the tip of his nose, but Matt was in no mood to do anything.
He's still thinking about how to deal with Fisk's desire to get out of prison.
John reminded him that if he didn't eat it, it would get cold.
Although it wasn't that hot to begin with.
I enjoyed a steak at this high-end restaurant with my heart in mind.
Matt said a hasty farewell, and John slowly came out.
...
Hell's Kitchen.
Matt becomes Daredevil, and he still has to figure out how to get out of Fisk.
It's just that this night is destined to be uneventful.
Matt, who has super hearing, is even more at home at night.
He ran into a blue figure, Night Ghost with his arms folded, standing on the roof looking down at Matt.
Matt knew of his existence, and would have had some conflicts with him in the past.
But he won't do that now.
As John said, they were in this together.
The relationship between the two is still bad, but they will not fight each other when they meet.
The two sides have different ideas, just like Iron Man and Captain America. Although the two will have conflicts, they will not fight each other.
Matt makes it all the way to a factory.
This was originally a large contraband processing factory, but because of John's actions, it was destroyed.
A large number of blind workers were discovered, resettled and sent back home.
The person in charge here has not shown up from beginning to end, and we still don’t know who is in charge.
Today there is an unusual smell here.
In Matt's ears he picked up the sounds of conversation coming from this place.
"Can you handle it?"
"Don't worry, I can take it."
"you sure?"
"I'm sure!"
Two men were trading.
One of them had a buzz cut and was holding a silver suitcase.
When Matt arrived, the deal between the two was nearing completion.
The short-haired man handed the box to the restless man in the sweatshirt opposite.
"This batch of goods is good," the short-haired man smiled, chewing gum in his mouth, "Don't say I don't take care of you."
The man in the sweatshirt had a look of joy on his face, and he held the suitcase tightly with his hands, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it away.
The short-haired man turned around and left, and the sweatshirt man couldn't wait to get up, holding the box and heading in the opposite direction.
Matt thought for a moment and instead of alerting the enemy, he quietly followed the man in the sweatshirt.
His tracking does not require the use of eyes, only the use of ears.
The man in the sweatshirt looked around nervously and entered an apartment.
Matt followed closely behind and paused at the door of the apartment.
"This place is..."
What a coincidence, it turned out to be the apartment where he filed a lawsuit for the old woman last time.
The place was to be demolished, but was shelved due to Fisk's downfall.
During the Great War in New York, some parts of the site were damaged.
The matter of demolition was brought up again, and a company wanted to acquire the place for demolition.
Matt heard Fudge mention it once during the day, and he used this case to practice.
Matt didn't take it to heart at first, but when he saw the man in the sweatshirt entering, he suddenly felt uneasy.
Hearing the sound of footsteps entering a room in the apartment, Matt looked for a hidden place to hide downstairs.
All his attention was focused on the man in the sweatshirt.
The man in the sweatshirt returned to the house and couldn't wait to open the box, revealing the oral medicine bottle inside.
Staring at this thing, there was madness in his eyes.
Rolling up his sleeves, he saw a clear scar on his left arm, which looked as if it had been cut off.
After getting the medicine bottle, the man in the sweatshirt didn't hesitate.
He opened it and took a strong sip without hesitation, and all the liquid entered his body.
In an instant, his expression turned ferocious.
Orange-red light flowed through his veins and gradually clung to his face.
He groaned in pain and gritted his teeth.
His body temperature gradually increased, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
He struggled and screamed, but could not suppress the power.
Matt, who was outside, heard the sound and could feel the magma-like heat.
That's not something humans can have.
"Do not--!"
There was a roar in the room.
This caused confusion among the other residents of the apartment.
An old lady opened the door and was looking for the source of the sound.
A horrific explosion ripped through the door of the apartment at the end of the corridor.
The old lady only had time to put her hands in front of her, and the explosion instantly submerged her.
"Boom!"
The explosion also affected Matt, who was hiding downstairs.
The air wave picked up Matt and flew several meters away and rolled to the ground.
The chain reaction caused by the explosion shattered the glass of the apartment, and the fire blocked the escape route from the ground floor, turning the apartment into a sea of flames.
Matt stood up with difficulty. He couldn't see the flames, but he could feel them through the heat waves.
The heat that hit his face caused his complexion to change drastically.
This explosion sent everyone in the apartment into flames.
The culprit has long since disappeared.
...
The same situation occurs everywhere in Hell's Kitchen.
For a time, Hell's Kitchen was in turmoil.
Matt should have been happy about this situation, but he had a keen sense that something was wrong.
Knocking down a guy from one of the Hell's Kitchen gangs, Matt held him down and questioned him.
"I don't know, we closed the business during this period, but we still got discovered."
These were the boy's exact words.
Some talented people were bold and wanted to take advantage of the break after the New York War to expand business.
However, some people choose to stop their activities and prepare to spend this sensitive period safely.
But it was these people who were arrested in large numbers.
On the TV news, they all praised the FBI in writing.
Matt found a few escaped gang boys for questioning, and the results he got were surprisingly similar.
As a lawyer, I sensed something was wrong.
He subsequently conducted investigations in Hell's Kitchen, and found that the gangs that were captured did not have many connections.
There were even some who used to work with Kingpin, but as Kingpin entered prison, those people developed and gradually fell out of control.
Matt didn't have a clue. He could feel that there was an undercurrent surging beneath Hell's Kitchen.
It's just that as a lawyer, he doesn't have that much power to ask the FBI to cooperate and help.
In desperation, he thought of John.
That was the most powerful person he knew. As a rich man, even the district attorney couldn't do anything to John.
"You want to find out why the FBI started arresting underground forces?"
in the restaurant.
John cut into a piece of beef and poked it with his fork.
After staring at the tender and juicy beef for a while, he put it in his mouth and took a bite. After swallowing, he wiped off the sauce stuck to the corner of his mouth and said, "It doesn't hurt to tell you. Who told us to be in the same group?"
Matt looked a little weird when he heard the group.
"Wilson Fisk made a deal with the FBI, trading information on the betrayal in exchange for some prison powers."
John raised his eyebrows and said, "He is now a popular figure in the FBI."
Matt's face fell.
Putting the piece of beef aside, John took Matt's beef and cut it casually.
As he cut, he said casually: "Fisk is planning how to take revenge. It's probably not just as simple as reporting some colleagues. He should find a way to leave the prison and take revenge on me."
He said it casually, as if the person being retaliated against was not him.
"It can't be escaping from prison, that would be too stupid." The beef was all cut into bite-sized pieces and placed in front of Matt. John said calmly, "He knows that if that happens, I may kill him at any time, so he must have An identity that is enough to protect yourself.”
Matt was lost in thought, "Identity?"
A fugitive who escaped from prison deserved to die.
Fisk was sure that John would not let him go, so it was not the FBI who asked him to cooperate, but him who asked the FBI to cooperate.
Because only the FBI can give him that identity!
Matt wanted to understand but was very curious, "You didn't stop him?"
John just analyzed it calmly and understood all of Fisk's thoughts.
John, who knew everything in advance, remained indifferent.
This is puzzling.
John chuckled, "It's only fun to destroy him after all the hard work he's done."
Fisk never dreamed that he would try his best to gain an identity through the 'rules of the game'.
But the person he was dealing with was watching the struggle outside the 'rules of the game'.
The alluring scent of meat passed through the tip of his nose, but Matt was in no mood to do anything.
He's still thinking about how to deal with Fisk's desire to get out of prison.
John reminded him that if he didn't eat it, it would get cold.
Although it wasn't that hot to begin with.
I enjoyed a steak at this high-end restaurant with my heart in mind.
Matt said a hasty farewell, and John slowly came out.
...
Hell's Kitchen.
Matt becomes Daredevil, and he still has to figure out how to get out of Fisk.
It's just that this night is destined to be uneventful.
Matt, who has super hearing, is even more at home at night.
He ran into a blue figure, Night Ghost with his arms folded, standing on the roof looking down at Matt.
Matt knew of his existence, and would have had some conflicts with him in the past.
But he won't do that now.
As John said, they were in this together.
The relationship between the two is still bad, but they will not fight each other when they meet.
The two sides have different ideas, just like Iron Man and Captain America. Although the two will have conflicts, they will not fight each other.
Matt makes it all the way to a factory.
This was originally a large contraband processing factory, but because of John's actions, it was destroyed.
A large number of blind workers were discovered, resettled and sent back home.
The person in charge here has not shown up from beginning to end, and we still don’t know who is in charge.
Today there is an unusual smell here.
In Matt's ears he picked up the sounds of conversation coming from this place.
"Can you handle it?"
"Don't worry, I can take it."
"you sure?"
"I'm sure!"
Two men were trading.
One of them had a buzz cut and was holding a silver suitcase.
When Matt arrived, the deal between the two was nearing completion.
The short-haired man handed the box to the restless man in the sweatshirt opposite.
"This batch of goods is good," the short-haired man smiled, chewing gum in his mouth, "Don't say I don't take care of you."
The man in the sweatshirt had a look of joy on his face, and he held the suitcase tightly with his hands, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it away.
The short-haired man turned around and left, and the sweatshirt man couldn't wait to get up, holding the box and heading in the opposite direction.
Matt thought for a moment and instead of alerting the enemy, he quietly followed the man in the sweatshirt.
His tracking does not require the use of eyes, only the use of ears.
The man in the sweatshirt looked around nervously and entered an apartment.
Matt followed closely behind and paused at the door of the apartment.
"This place is..."
What a coincidence, it turned out to be the apartment where he filed a lawsuit for the old woman last time.
The place was to be demolished, but was shelved due to Fisk's downfall.
During the Great War in New York, some parts of the site were damaged.
The matter of demolition was brought up again, and a company wanted to acquire the place for demolition.
Matt heard Fudge mention it once during the day, and he used this case to practice.
Matt didn't take it to heart at first, but when he saw the man in the sweatshirt entering, he suddenly felt uneasy.
Hearing the sound of footsteps entering a room in the apartment, Matt looked for a hidden place to hide downstairs.
All his attention was focused on the man in the sweatshirt.
The man in the sweatshirt returned to the house and couldn't wait to open the box, revealing the oral medicine bottle inside.
Staring at this thing, there was madness in his eyes.
Rolling up his sleeves, he saw a clear scar on his left arm, which looked as if it had been cut off.
After getting the medicine bottle, the man in the sweatshirt didn't hesitate.
He opened it and took a strong sip without hesitation, and all the liquid entered his body.
In an instant, his expression turned ferocious.
Orange-red light flowed through his veins and gradually clung to his face.
He groaned in pain and gritted his teeth.
His body temperature gradually increased, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
He struggled and screamed, but could not suppress the power.
Matt, who was outside, heard the sound and could feel the magma-like heat.
That's not something humans can have.
"Do not--!"
There was a roar in the room.
This caused confusion among the other residents of the apartment.
An old lady opened the door and was looking for the source of the sound.
A horrific explosion ripped through the door of the apartment at the end of the corridor.
The old lady only had time to put her hands in front of her, and the explosion instantly submerged her.
"Boom!"
The explosion also affected Matt, who was hiding downstairs.
The air wave picked up Matt and flew several meters away and rolled to the ground.
The chain reaction caused by the explosion shattered the glass of the apartment, and the fire blocked the escape route from the ground floor, turning the apartment into a sea of flames.
Matt stood up with difficulty. He couldn't see the flames, but he could feel them through the heat waves.
The heat that hit his face caused his complexion to change drastically.
This explosion sent everyone in the apartment into flames.
The culprit has long since disappeared.
...
