The Rossinha ghetto is not a chaotic area, but it also doesn't offer much security.

Apparently, BrissBanner had been living here for a while, and even though she didn't know her name and identity, the neighbors around her were familiar with her.

It was strange to see Brissy in a hoodie, with the hat buttoned low, and even a black cap pressed inside, striding out of the half-hidden alley in the dawn sun.

At this time every other day, she would get up early and go out, just as Yi Huan and the others guessed, she was going to do yoga breathing training.

But no one knew that this time the outing was obviously a little different, because behind Briss, there were two invisible people who could not be seen.

"Cheeseburger!"

"Cheeseburger!"

"Fried chicken! Fried potatoes! ”

The sky is slightly bright, and the crowded city of angels has already started a busy day.

Although Rocinha is a favela, it is also an important attraction in Brazil, especially the beautiful shots in many of the films.

It's not as poor as one might think, and the narrow neighborhoods are just as bustling, with crowded two-storey low-rise houses crowded one after the other, layered on top of each other, like three-dimensional patterns leaping on paper, and it doesn't seem disorganized, but has a strange sense of magnificence.

"Two pieces!"

Brissy expertly buys two pieces of fried chicken and burgers around the corner to fill her normal stomach.

The Rosinia ghetto is nowhere near as bad as it seems.

Although the gangsters inside may even fight hard with the police from the outside world because of various gray interests, they are far less brutal in their treatment of the people in the slums.

As long as they pay a small amount of protection money and pay their debts in a timely manner, they will not trouble the people in the slums, and they will even manage their own land and prohibit robbery and other unpleasant things from happening.

The reason is very simple, this is their home and the main source of manpower, if they treat the people here brutally, who would want to join them.

And in fact, with the exception of a few outsiders, stowaways, or guys with cases on their backs, most of the gangsters are from the local area, and in a sense, they and the locals are their own people.

Of course, your own people will not do it to your own people.

But.. It's not that safe either.

"Hey! Belle! ”

"Beauty, do you want to try my motorcycle!"

"Come on, Larry, what do you have to sit on that broken motorcycle."

At least in other places, whistling openly, molesting in public or something, in serious cases, will even break the law, but not here, and no one cares.

But no one really does it, that's not allowed.

Yi Huan and Lucy followed Briss, and along the way, they had seen more than one group stop to whistle at Briss.

Although Dr. Banner's appearance cannot be counted as a big beauty, it is above the standard line, and it is really rare in a broken place like Rosinia, so it is not surprising that someone whistles.

Briss, on the other hand, skillfully left them behind and strode forward without looking back.

The place where she learned yoga was not far from where Briss lived, and even though she had to be careful to avoid the crowds so that the Hulk would not appear, it didn't take long to reach her destination.

"Let's get started."

“yo--”

The yoga instructor who taught Briss was a serious, middle-aged man, with a strong body who looked like a local, and after the two exchanged salutes, they began to exchange hands slowly and rhythmically.

In addition to yoga, Bliss seems to be learning something else.

The movements of the two are very slow, not so much a fight, but a one-by-one rehearsal of each other, and Briss releases the Hulk for fear of being stimulated, so she doesn't have any strength at all.

The same goes for her coaches.

Yi Huan stood in the corner of the room, his head tilted involuntarily.

Under Silvertongue's simulation, he can now claim that he is proficient in all known martial arts in the world, just like a guy whose superpower is rich.

The body of steel, the power of the speed of the silver tongue simulated, may not be as good as the original, but knowledge, knowledge will never have such a problem.

Looking at the movements of the two of them, Yi Huan found that he had never seen this kind of fighting technique, this should not be a traditional fighting technique, but an improved one, for example. He faintly saw the shadow of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu inside.

"Bang!"

Standing in the corner of the room, watching Briss being gently thrown to the ground without even making much noise, Yi Huan couldn't help but yawn in boredom.

"We're going to keep doing that."

His voice sounded a little helpless, "It's really boring. ”

But the next moment, Yi Huan's tilted head stiffened, because he saw Lucy's brows furrowed, and this kind of expression was not common.

Sure enough, after a pause, Lucy gave Yi Huan a strange smile.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to stay here any longer if we want."

"Someone hacked into our store."

。。。

Three days ago.

Jessica Jones & Associates.

"Knock knock!"

"Hiccup--"

A knock on the door jolts Jessica out of her drunken slumber.

The firm's dilapidated wooden doors were pushed open, and because there was no money to repair them, the wooden doors creaked and filled the hallways of the dilapidated apartment.

"I'm not available today."

Look at it. No, who is coming, and she didn't even bother to look at it, Jessica burped, moved her body that was a little stiff after the night, and by the way, swept a large number of empty beer cans on the table to the ground, and said in a dejected voice.

"Please help me. My child is missing. ”

The person who came was a middle-aged woman, her clothes were a little shabby, but they were decent, she was supposed to be a poor housewife who tried to make everything better.

"I said it. Not available today! ”

But Jessica didn't care, her impatience was palpable.

Grabbing the few bottles by the hand, they were all empty, which made Jessica even more irritable.

"He hasn't been back for almost a week, and he's not even an adult." The middle-aged woman's expression was anxious and sad, as if she would cry out the next moment.

"This is not a missing persons reporting office. And I said it! I'm not available! ”

Jessica looked even more irritated by the messy feeling, and she scratched at her hair, her short black hair immediately becoming messy.

The middle-aged woman's expression was a little dazed, isn't this an office, it's normal to come to a private detective for such a thing, otherwise what would you do here.

But as a middle-aged person and living at the bottom of society, she has seen all kinds of people and things, and she is not at all shaken by Jessica's bad attitude, and says to herself.

"Please, please help me. My little Jamie. ”

"Oh. . . I'm so worried about him. ”

Because the two people don't answer each other's topics, ignore each other, and express their own meaning in unison, the dialogue between them is like a drama, which seems to be very interesting.

Jessica rolled her eyes, knowing that if she didn't say something today, she probably wouldn't be able to get rid of this guy.

"How do you know he's missing?" Jessica began to put on her coat, then briefly cleaned up the table and got up to leave.

"He calls me every night, and even if he doesn't, he'll make it up the next morning, but... It's been over a week without news. ”

"More than a week?"

Jessica raised her good-looking brows, her expression was gloomy, and she stared at the middle-aged woman with a pair of dead fish eyes.

Obviously, she didn't believe it.

Although Jessica is lazy, decadent and self-defeating, it can be said that all the bad attitudes in the face of life are pressed on her, but her IQ is definitely not low, otherwise she would not have supported a private detective's stall.

Poor and poorly staffed, with at least no contact with friends and relatives, otherwise she would not be the only one to ask for help, and her son might not be a good person, which is not surprising, because the young people who live in this part of Hell's Kitchen are like this, and few people will have a good way out.

She may have been divorced, or her husband had left the family unilaterally, a middle-aged poor woman, somewhat neurotic, and the children should be her only support, and with such close attention once a day, she would not come to ask for help until a week after she disappeared?

"Uhhhhh

The middle-aged woman was a little speechless.

Jessica didn't bother to ask at all, she didn't even bother to give her a superfluous look, anyway, she didn't plan to care about these things, it would be best if she could push it off.

As for why she didn't want to take care of these things and still run a private detective agency, Jessica said. She was about to close the place, after her bills for the next month had been settled.

"Five days. Four days, no, three days, little Jamie has been missing for three days. ”

Seeing that Jessica was unmoved, the middle-aged woman hurriedly added.

Sure enough, it was really troublesome, Jessica hurriedly pushed open the door, as soon as she left the office, all these troubles were gone, and this guy couldn't chase herself to the bar.

As for their own room. Nothing of value, except empty wine bottles.

"What does your son do?"

Striding down the hallway, Jessica pressed the elevator a few times before asking casually.

"Close the door for me."

Seeing the middle-aged woman chasing after her, Jessica raised her chin.

"I... I don't know. ”

The middle-aged woman hurriedly closed the door of the office and said intermittently, "But he always mixes with some Irish." ”

"Damn the Irish Gang."

Jessica rolled her eyes, in Hell's Kitchen, there was nothing but gangsterism and crime.

"Ding--"

A crunch echoed through the hallway, and the elevator door opened in front of Jessica.

With half a foot on the elevator door, Jessica turned to the side and said, "You know better than I know what hell's kitchen is. ”

Her words were merciless and undisguised, "He's dead." Jessica said, not feeling like she was cursing her prospects.

"Maybe he died on the street, his body has been collected by the police, and it won't be long before you get a notification, or he died in a sewer, and it will take a long time to be found, and it's more likely that the body won't even be found."

"Gangsters." Jessica shrugged without mercy and made an expression that you should be able to understand what I meant, "... It's all the way it ends, sooner or later. ”

"So is your son."

"So listen to me, don't waste each other's time, don't waste your money, go home early, get a good night's sleep, everything is over, and let me go have a drink with peace of mind."

Jessica's mouth seemed to sneer.

I don't know if she was laughing at the poor man, or at herself, or at everything in life.

Shaking her head, Jessica walked into the elevator and pressed the button on the first floor, this incident was not an incident that required a private detective to be dispatched at all, and there was nothing to investigate, the child who made his mother worry was just killed in a street fight with a gang.

Hell's Kitchen is a regular occurrence of this, even almost every day.

It wasn't until the elevator door closed halfway that the poor middle-aged woman seemed to react.

"No. No, no! No, no, no! ”

She shook her head frantically, trying to deny everything, telling Jessica, but more often than not, telling herself, "My little Jamie has always been smart, he never touches those dangerous things!" ”

"If he senses danger, he will feign illness or even injure himself to escape, and he will always have a way to get out of it, just like his damned, cunning father who deserves to go to hell."

"My little Jamie is not going to have an accident, he just... He's just stuck. ”

The elevator door slowly closed, and Jessica leaned against the inner wall of the elevator, looking at the middle-aged woman indifferently, watching her face disappear into the gap of the elevator door little by little, until only her voice came.

"Sleepy. Trapped, yes, yes! ”

"My little Jamie was just having a hard time, I don't know what happened to him, but he suddenly became so weird that he didn't even say goodbye to me when he finally left."

"He's never going to say goodbye to me, he's not going to do that kind of thing."

"He... It seems that he is no longer him. ”

When the middle-aged woman's last words floated in through the crack in the elevator, Jessica's depressed and unfocused eyes seemed to be stunned for a second, and then suddenly widened.

She grabbed the crack in the elevator door, and the terrible brute force poured out of her not very strong, even slightly thin arms, and with a tooth-inducing squeak, she forced the elevator door back to the sides.

As if not realizing whether her parched purse could withstand a new round of financial burdens, Jessica strode out of the elevator and came to a middle-aged woman with a still sad expression, her eyes wide open with dark circles under her eyes, as if she was wearing a layer of rich smoky makeup, and asked in a loud voice.

"What did you say?!"