In Manhattan, there is an area that stretches from 34th Street in the south, 59th Street in the north, Eighth Avenue in the east, and the Hatton Sun River in the west. It used to be the least safe area of Manhattan in our world. However, in Earth19999, it is still one of the least safe areas.

Among the many folklore, the most popular conversation between the old bird officer and the rookie partner has given this area a very middle-of-the-road, but very vivid name. The novice police officer looked at a certain commotion in the area and said, "This place is hell!" ”

The old officer replied, "Hell is big, it's just hell's kitchen." ”

And today, the most popular, influential, and powerful people here have set off an unusually vigorous campaign frenzy in Hell's Kitchen.

"Good news, good news, Wilson Fisk, a famous New York entrepreneur and philanthropist, is running for Congress!"

The sound of a radio horn at a campaign event in the neighborhood woke up a hungover Jessica Jones.

"Damn, early in the morning, what a noise."

She got up in a daze, scratched her hair, rubbed her temples in pain, and the bad whiskey gave her a barely passable night, but made her pay a terrible price the next day, even though it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and she thought it was early in the morning.

The winter sun is harsh, so the first thing Jessica does when she gets up is not to get dressed, but to put on her sunglasses. Her eyes narrowed behind her sunglasses, searching around because she couldn't remember where she had thrown her pants last night, or before she went to bed in the wee hours of this morning.

She walked around the bedroom a few times, but couldn't find anything to do with the pants. Staggering open the bedroom door, he looked at his tattered work with a white floral tablecloth on top of his tattered work, and delicate porcelain cutlery with English morning tea, coffee, orange juice, eggs Benedict, avocado salad, low-fat yogurt and blueberry jam.

Malcolm Ducasse, who had been devastated by drug abuse and had no energy for many years, sat at the table with a smile on his face, pretending to elegantly cut the food on the plate in front of him, but judging by the egg yolk on his face, the yogurt that had been spilled in front of him, and the small leaves of arugula that had fallen everywhere, he had a hard time.

"Good morning, Jessica."

Malcolm's dementia-like smile made Jessica notice something unusual. She stepped forward quickly, grabbed Malcolm by the collar, lifted him straight from the chair, and shook him violently. I found that the stupid smile on the latter's face was still there.

"It's cold, but it's delicious." He said stupidly, licking his lips.

"I've washed your pants for you, and there's a new one in the bag over there, sent by your friend," Malcolm said, "and I haven't heard you know this guy before?" ”

When she saw this strange breakfast, she guessed that Belle had come to fix her again. However, Belle had never alarmed her strange neighbors when she had come before, and when she saw Malcolm's evil face, she couldn't help but suspect that Belle was warning her and expressing her displeasure with her recent laziness and procrastination.

She picked up the paper bag and pulled out a pair of jeans and a leather jacket that were almost identical to the one she usually wore, but apparently much more expensive, and even a pair of shoes. However, the note on the clothes is more glaring:

Take a shower and change your clothes, you smell disgusting like a homeless person.

She tossed the note aside, ignoring its contents, putting on her clothes, glancing at the cold food on the table with disgust, and waving impatiently at Malcolm.

"Hurry up and leave after eating, don't always come to my side to hang around if it's okay."

Jessica went out angrily, looking at the frenzied crowd on the street, and she knew that Belle was ready to attack the first target.

"Let's do it."

She muttered quietly. The people on the street didn't know what they were tossing, and it was really evil that Wilson Fisk, the protagonist of the campaign, would not show up at all, and that he had gathered so many supporters.

A very stylish luxury car was parked across the road. This kind of flaunting of wealth will be most strongly despised and opposed in Hell's Kitchen. To say that usually, at most, passers-by give the middle finger at the driver, spit and the like. But today, on such a day of passionate emotions, it is possible for these people to smash the car directly.

But today is a day of evil, and the people in the streets shouting slogans to pay attention to the unemployment rate, increase welfare and unemployment assistance, reduce the acceptance of refugees, and reduce the income gap, as if the collective is blind, and no one has looked at the car that is so bad that it is not enough.

"Since you're going to meet a big entrepreneur, you have to drive a decent car."

That's how Belle explained, but she didn't explain where the handsome guy in sunglasses who drove the car came from.

"Didn't you tell you to take a shower, why are you like that...... OMG. ”

……

The car drove slowly and leisurely, and it was not far away from the people who participated in the event.

"If you're in no hurry, I'll go back to sleep." Jessica yawned, looking impatient, "It's been grinding for most of the day, it's not good to do something." ”

"Of course, it's to see something interesting and profitable." "In a place like Hell's Kitchen, you can't expect someone who's been being teased all day to just come home, can you?" ”

"Smash and rob? And then what are you going to do, to turn the tide on your own again? Jessica said dismissively.

"You seem to have a great opinion of me," said Belle, "have I done anything unseemly?" ”

"It feels like you're going to do it soon, according to your usual style, you definitely know what's going to happen next, and then you'll weigh whether to stop it, how to stop it, how to end it after you stop it, and so on, choose the plan that best benefits you, and put it into practice."

"Oh? So what do you think I should do? ”

Belle was suddenly interested, and she was eager to hear what the private investigator had to say.

"It's better not to do anything." Jessica said, "If you want to defeat Fisk outright, the best thing to do is not to become his enemy yourself, but to make him your slave." You should be able to do it, right? ”

"Absolutely." Belle nodded.

"I've seen your ability to manipulate your mind and control your mind, and I've heard Vanessa talk about your fighting power, both of which are enough to make ordinary people bow down. Wilson Fisk shouldn't be able to resist, so wouldn't it be nice to either control him, or completely subdue him, and then let him do what you want. ”

"I was looking for you to join. It's just that you seem to be thinking about something wrong," Belle said solemnly, "I do these things, in addition to the so-called justice and my plan, there is a very important purpose, for fun. ”

"Huh?" Jessica was a little surprised, "Are you talking serious nonsense?" ”

"No, I just learned something new. It's especially interesting to make people fall to the bottom when they think they're at their peak. ”

That's what she learned from Louis Williams' defeat. The energy minister has painstakingly planned a conspiracy for nearly twenty years, and after paying the price that almost led to the demise of the United States, the power he has gained in exchange is still not as good as the person he envies, jealousy, and hatred of who has been born with superpowers, and this gap has caused him huge psychological trauma, and Williams has gone crazy directly.

The core of comedy is tragedy, so this effect of almost being tragic to the extreme is almost comedy.

"What you're saying now sounds very dangerous."

Jessica stared at Belle's face, as if trying to find some trace of her mental abnormality. But just like she can't find her pants when she gets up, you'll never find something that doesn't exist at all.

"I'm not crazy, and if I could, I would like to make Fisk do what I say. Unfortunately, he's not the kind of person who would bow down to others. If it was only to defeat him in battle, he would rather die than beg for mercy. If you use mind control to influence him, you will never be able to get him to repent of his actions. So, my plan is to make him struggle as hard as he can, and then have a complete failure. ”

"Are you thinking too highly of yourself?" Jessica said, "I don't doubt that you can make Fisk fail completely, but what right do you have to judge someone else's right and wrong, or even take action to judge him yourself?" Is there any other power that can judge you and punish you when you go down the wrong path? ”

"That's a good question!" Belle is getting more and more fond of Jessica, "I can't answer that question for now, but I do have a solution to the problem." Or, I promise that I will never do anything wrong. Or, I promise that no one will have the ability to judge me and punish me. ”

Jessica instantly felt so nervous that she was about to suffocate.

Belle laughed happily, "Hahahahahaha, you should really look at the way you look now, it's super funny." I'm not arrogant enough to think I'm invincible. I'm still following the first assumption. You see, I didn't go to any trouble with the street gangsters, and directly picked on the source of the crime, at least the whole world will recognize it, and it's not a bad thing to clean up the money. ”

"You actually know the name of Kimand?"

"I should ask that, right?" "Since I've decided to do this, wouldn't it be normal to do some in-depth background checks?" It's you, who said you didn't want to do it with me, and pretended to be passive and slacking off, didn't you also find out Fisk's identity in the underworld. ”

"Since you've found this, you must know that there's not just one person named Jin He, right?"

Jessica ignored Belle's teasing, and instead asked rhetorically. She believed that Belle must know more than she did. Her conjecture was correct, but the fact that Belle knew more did not mean that she was more capable of investigating, but that she already knew it, which was the benefit of the traverser.

With a mind to calculate or not, to calculate the plan, coupled with the ability to be far more powerful than Jin He, is Belle's biggest reliance.

"Of course, if I'm not mistaken, we should be able to meet one of the fake Kim in a little bit of fighting. I came to you today to ask you to help me arrest him, to catch him alive. ”

Jessica immediately thought of what Belle was going to do.

"I feel more and more that you might be a more dangerous villain than King."

"Instead of worrying about me, you should take a look outside, if I'm not mistaken, the tall man in front should be your old friend."

Belle didn't look up as she spoke, but she knew that Peter, who was already in a Spider-Man suit, was around on guard. Belle was a "kind reminder" this morning that the Hell's Kitchen campaign was likely to cause a riot, and that Spider-Man alone might not be able to do it.

However, Belle has always disliked mixing in such events, so Peter Parker has to contact a new friend he has recently met, who is also righteous enough to travel across Central Park from Harlem to Hell's Kitchen.

Soon, Jessica sees Luke Cage lurking on the edge of the crowd in a low-key manner. But what she cares more about is Belle's wording, "old good" doesn't seem like it's nonsense.

"How much do you know?" She couldn't help but ask.