Looking back now, Jessica Jones still feels a bit hot-headed about the act of "joining Heavenly Sword and becoming a field agent". To be honest, she didn't really understand what she was thinking, and it was clear that she didn't care much about anything anymore, but she still agreed to join the gang by mistake.

According to Jessica's personal statement, "life is like a pot of dog blood", and bad things are always followed by worse things. It wasn't that she didn't have the idea of "using her superpowers to help others" when she was still young, but if there was one thing that that experience taught her, it was that everything she did was meaningless.

But she still joined. Michael Paso, the cold young man, told her in a flat tone as if he were stating established facts: "You can choose to be forever bound by your past and stay in the shadows for the rest of your life, or you can choose to let life work again and try to find your place."

If you can't decide, look in the mirror, Jessica Jones. Then ask yourself what kind of person you see in the mirror and what kind of person you want her to become. ”

He didn't make a tirade that was inspiring, nor did he come up with any grand ideals to impress her. The man's words were as nonchalant as the expression on his face, and Jessica didn't know which of his words she was impressed, so she joined the gang in a daze.

She didn't even realize it, but she wasn't that indifferent to everything. Jessica Jones is a kind girl at heart, and even if this world (in her own words) hurts her again and again, she still cares about the world.

So now, here she is, downstairs at Wallis Corporation. She complained about the trouble reluctantly, but she still accepted the boss's instructions and came here.

If nothing else, at least Michael has nothing to say about the salary she was paid. According to Jessica's previous financial situation, she was on the verge of being kicked out by her landlord to sleep on the streets, and she barely paid her rent on time for a month. On the bright side, at least now she doesn't have to worry about rent or living expenses.

The description of the task given to her was very vague, and she didn't really know what she was looking for. Michael told her to thoroughly investigate "everything suspicious" about the company, and then put together a report within two days and handed it to him.

Jessica had never received such an ambiguous commission, but what else could be done to make her a laborer of the "squeezed party".

Jessica looked up the company's background and found that it was a small company that had been registered within a year, which was nothing at all remarkable in a city like New York. The name of the owner of the company is Harry Wallis, a multimillionaire. But Mr. Wallis seemed to be a very careful and attentive man, for she found that his network was a blank slate, and at least she could not find any form of connection with any of Wallis's connections.

As a wealthy man who owns a company in New York and has a fortune of more than 10 million, this is not only incredible, it is simply impossible. So Jessica decided to visit his company in person and see Mr. Wallis face to face.

The lady in the purple dress at the front desk smiled and asked her, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"I'm Lisa Benson, and I've made an appointment with Mr. Wallis to meet today." Jessica said.

"Mr. Wallis is not in the company." The lady frowned suspiciously, "In fact, he went on a business trip, and he hasn't been there lately, and he hasn't made an appointment to meet with anyone." ”

"Ah, there must be something wrong. Can you ......?"

Jessica suddenly stopped.

She felt a little wrong. She subconsciously looked left and right, and found that everyone in the office seemed to have stopped what she was doing. The little brother who is sorting out the documents, the programmer who is quickly typing on the keyboard in front of the computer, and the woman next to the water dispenser...... It seemed that everyone's eyes were drawn to it for a moment, as if Jessica was an anomaly who had strayed in.

Jessica felt an inexplicable pressure, as if she was already under siege.

"Well, it's nothing." She changed her tone and smiled reluctantly at the odd-looking front desk lady, "Maybe I'd better go back and try to reconnect with Mr. Wallis myself." ”

She turned around and quit the company.

It's weird, but it's not surprising. If it weren't for the problem with this place, the boss wouldn't have sent her to investigate.

But a general and irresponsible description of "weird atmosphere" was clearly not appropriate for inclusion in the mission report, so she turned to a new plan.

Anyway, it's just a small business, and Jessica has at least ten different options to get into.

The building where Wallis was located had twenty-two floors, and only the third floor, near the roof, belonged to them, and at their feet was a tour agency. Jessica reached into one of the tour agency's utility rooms and used brute force to knock down a shelf against a wall, a strange elbow striking through the solid wall panel.

According to the design of the building, behind the wall panels is the elevator shaft. But this elevator is unique to the company on the top floor, and it leads directly to the basement level of the building, which is not open to the rest of the floors. Obviously, though, that's just a general situation. Jessica smashed open the wall and climbed up the elevator shaft, bypassing the entrance and going straight to the top floor of Mr. Wallis's office.

Jessica used her arm strength to break open a crack in the elevator door. Outside was a long hallway, empty and unmonitored. So she broke open the elevator door and climbed in, and began to walk in the direction of the office.

Even if he is not there, at least some useful information should be left in the office, and there may be something "suspicious". Since the boss told her to come here to investigate, this place must not be simple. Perhaps the company is the shell of a transnational criminal syndicate, or perhaps it is the stronghold of a terrorist organization...... In either case, she wouldn't be too surprised.

But she had barely taken a few steps out of the elevator when the alarm bell swept through the entire floor. Several security guards quickly appeared from the corner in front of her in the empty hallway, striding at her with electric batons. Another group of security guards appeared behind her at this time, the same uniforms and the same equipment, and they stepped forward with vigilant eyes, and the pale blue electricity was glued to the sticks.

Well, that's the hell. Jessica muttered in her stomach.

How they found out