Fame is a very interesting thing.

Everyone's reputation involves two indicators. What Qianfu refers to and what everyone is looking forward to represents outstanding achievements in the dimension of "quantity", and a bad reputation is also a reputation. And in some areas where most law-abiding citizens will not be involved in their lifetime, when a name leaves a very deep imprint in the hearts of a very small number of people, and it happens that these people are at the apex of power, it means that in the dimension of "quality", the name has reached its peak.

Belle de Taffleur-Peake has become such a name.

As the president's chief of staff, Mark Usher could never have been naïve enough to persuade Belle on the grounds that "the interests of the United States of America" and "sacrifice is a supreme honor." The direction of the winds in public opinion, the situation of anonymous patriots, and everything that may happen in the future is a deal.

All Belle has to do is keep silent on this matter. She actually hasn't lost anything, no matter what people scold on the Internet, as long as no one knows who she is, it won't cause any substantial harm.

And what she can get is an invisible giant hand, providing her with meticulous care and attention in the underground world. It can be said that she stepped on the shoulders of giants and stepped into another world, and this start is already higher than that of people like Mar Gucci.

Of course, these benefits have not been implemented yet. In Washington's circle, there are many things to unload mills and kill donkeys to cross rivers and dismantle bridges. But Belle doesn't need to worry about that. Whether or not you can be valued, choose to cooperate with, or even take advantage of it, depends on how capable the person is. And guaranteeing one's vested interests, so that people dare not abandon it, or even betray, depends on how dangerous the person is.

Mark Usher, and everyone else who knows the inside story, knows that Belle is capable. As long as she has these abilities, she can become dangerous if she wants to.

But there was no need to tell Peter and Vanessa about these things, they just needed to know that these things were not worth mentioning to her, and that she was playing games with Deadpool purely for fun, not that she was crazy.

Belle is very envious of Deadpool's heartless spirit, and most of the time, he can think of nothing. People say that a truly free and easy person is to move with his heart, he may not even have a heart at all, everything depends on instinct, and then he is happy every day. I have to say, he is a miracle.

Most of the time, Peter Parker is also full of positive energy. But because of his innocence, he knows less and thinks less. If he was like Deadpool, who had experienced a rain of bullets, his appearance plummeted, and he parted from life and death, then maybe what it would be like.

……

I have to say that the United States is a magical country, and when the 911 incident occurred, the whole country mourned. But when it comes to the Washington crisis, everyone is pretty much still going to do whatever they need to do, except for those who are really affected. Bars and nightclubs are open as usual, shopping malls and supermarkets are offering discounts and promotions, and various competitions and concerts are held as scheduled. The American people seem to be celebrating, rejoicing in the fact that the political arena has been dealt such a huge blow.

Sometimes Belle has a hard time understanding why the people of this country are so simple and simple. They were particularly concerned about what was happening in Washington, and they talked about it, but they all held very similar points of view without exception:

"Those guys are just a bunch of stupid pigs, really, spending our money and doing stupid things."

In a tavern in Hell's Kitchen, Belle sits at the bar with Jessica Jones, listening to the bartender chatting with a greasy middle-aged guy about "top secrets."

"Who's to say it's not, there's been a lot of noise about the national park lately, and what kind of watershed protection bill," said the bartender, bringing another glass of wine to the uncle, "but these people just don't care if we can get a job, do they?" ”

"Come on, aren't you working, I'm the one who doesn't work." The middle-aged uncle drank it all in one gulp, knocked the table with his wine glass, and motioned for the bartender to fill it up for him again.

"At least you have a few months of unemployment insurance."

They were talking about all this nonsense together, and Belle and Jessica were listening.

The combination of the two is the bartender's favorite type of guest. Jessica drinks directly about the bottle, and she drinks more than a table of people alone. Belle doesn't drink a lot, but she pays and tips generously.

The bartender was quite appreciative and dutifully ensured that no drunks came to harass the two. However, he also indirectly saved these people, otherwise missing arms and legs might be inevitable.

But Jessica didn't appreciate it very much, and she drank the wine, but she didn't have a good face at all.

"I've said it all, I'm not interested in your at all."

But she was intrigued by the wine, and the first bottle bottomed out quickly. She lifted the bottle upside down, shook it to her mouth, and licked the last drop off unsightly.

"Another bottle, is there anything more expensive than this?"

Since someone is in a hurry to pay, she doesn't have to be polite, but she regrets it a little, why didn't she go to a more expensive place.

"Of course we can go to a more expensive place if you want. In fact, I have a pretty good shop of my own, so it's easier to talk about things there. ”

"You know how to read minds?" Jessica suddenly became alert.

"I'll have a lot of them, you might be particularly interested in this ability." Belle smiled and glanced at the bartender and the greasy middle-aged uncle, "If you can spit a little in the wine, that uncle will like it more." ”

"Good idea." The bartender said, spitting into the uncle's glass without hesitation.

The uncle didn't say anything, and really drank the glass of wine.

"It's not really a big deal, and if you suspect that I paid to hire them, there's nothing I can do." "Of course I could have them do something more exciting, like striptease here, but why bother with them." ”

Jessica was so excited by this short performance that she crushed the bottle in excitement.

"I didn't use this ability to do bad things. I didn't use it on you, or you would have gone with me by now. ”

"This ability is useless to me." Jessica's fists clenched, completely oblivious to the blood flowing from her palms.

"I'm completely different from your fanatical suitor's abilities, it's not a virus at all, even if your body produces antibodies faster than Pfizer's production of the little blue pill, you can't resist it, do you want to try?"

Jessica is a smart person, so she doesn't mess around.

"Seeing that you are still young, how can you find a boyfriend who needs to use blue pills? Is there such a lack of money? ”

In this way, the old driver, Jessica, expressed her abandonment of resistance.

"Your associative ability is really strong, you deserve to be a private detective." Belle was slightly embarrassed, and inadvertently actually pitted herself and Peter, "But you guessed wrong, I still expect you to do better." ”

Jessica shook her head noncommittally, "With your abilities, I really don't know what else you need me to do." ”

"What I have to do happens to be difficult, and it's certainly good to have someone as reliable as you to help." Belle said, "It's not just you, but if I can, I'd like to have more people on board." ”

She reached out her right hand and grabbed Jessica's still bleeding palm, and after a flash of brilliant green light, Jessica's injured palm was intact.

Belle smirked at Jessica's shocked expression.

"It's the second time I've done this, and I don't want to do it too often, so it's better to get less injured."

"Now, can you come with me?"

……

The club, which had been acquired from Mar Gucci's empty gloves and white wolf, had finally succeeded in changing its name at Belle's insistence, and the sign of the Desperate Housewives glittered in the New York night, discouraging every guest who tried to walk in.

Belle and Jessica could have gotten off to a good start. If the two of them can drive an eye-catching sports car, park in front of a nightclub, and don't forget to smile back at the street when they walk in, it will definitely attract a wave of traffic.

They certainly didn't. Belle pulled into a public underground parking lot, where there was a small hidden door that led to an elevator that led directly to the club. The two of them walked around for a while, directly into a box that was never open to the public.

"As a model, you like to keep a low profile so much, no wonder you haven't been doing well."

Jessica complained, and sat down on the sofa very out of nowhere, resting her feet on the edge of the coffee table, flipping through the wine list on the table.

"It's not that the development is bad, it's just that there have been too many trivial things recently, and the work has been delayed."

It's not a lie, it's just that the average person doesn't call fighting Hydra and saving the president a "trivial matter."

"You don't have to look at it, I've already asked you for the most expensive Bourbon, which I invited you, but next time, I can only give you a discount, otherwise I think I may be drunk and bankrupt by you."

It didn't take long for the wine to arrive.

"It's also for old acquaintances."

Jessica looked at Vanessa, who was a guest waitress, and was not surprised, after all, she and Belle came with her last time.

"Right now, there are three of us in the group." Belle said happily, "Before we celebrate, I have to say, keep it secret. ”

Vanessa gestured to Belle with her eyes, and she still had a ring made by Tony Stark on her left hand.

"This?" She shook the back of her hand at Vanessa, "This thing never worked. This kind of thing is obviously the first rule of survival: always watch out for Tony Stark. ”

She pointed to her neck as she spoke, and to remind Vanessa that the choker Tony had made to control the Yaka arrows had apparently had a similar function.

"Beware of Tony Stark?" Jessica said confusedly, "I thought you were in the same league as Iron Man, and your name even appeared on the list of White House employees, if it weren't for the review of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, how could a superpowered person like you enter the White House in a grand manner?" ”

"You're very careful about my investigation." Belle said.

"Besides, I guess you were the one who saved the president, right? Could it be that the president has been brainwashed by you? Are you the ......?" said Jessica, thinking of something even more terrifying.

"Hey, don't think about it, I didn't do anything bad." Belle hastened to explain, "Beware of Tony, just because he certainly won't approve of what I'm going to do, and it just so happens that he's a very curious guy and at the same time capable of causing enough trouble for anyone." ”

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

"Kill Wilson Fisk." Belle said lightly.

Jessica found it hard to believe her.

"It's a big deal for most people," Jessica said, looking at Belle suspiciously, "but with your abilities, it should be easy, and I, and this lady who dresses in a way that can obviously affect the rating of a movie, is not necessary." ”

"It's necessary," Belle said with a serious face, "I didn't say I only wanted to do this one thing. ”