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Hell's Kitchen.

Sean and Jessica Jones walked out of the apartment door, greeted Granny Ellie, who had already woken up, and walked into the street like ordinary couples.

"Are you happy?" Sean asked with a smile as she glanced at Jessica.

Jessica Jones had a happy smile on her face, and her eyes were shining brightly.

"Of course!" Jessica responded immediately, looking extremely excited, "This is the first time in my life that I have been so close to my ideal, and the road to the King of Detectives is wide open in front of me, just waiting for me to step on!" Hey, hey, hey! ”

Sean listened to these slightly two-hearted words, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, but he didn't say anything to hit her, after all, he knew Jessica Jones's amazing talent in the detective industry.

Today is a big day for Jessica Jones, and it's a different one, of course.

After all, it is not easy to become a detective, just like most industries, you only have to get the qualification certificate of its industry to be qualified to enter it, and this kind of work as a private detective is naturally even more so, after all, detectives are too convenient, if anyone can become a licensed detective, then I am afraid that many of the current laws need to be changed.

Jessica's dream is to become a detective, Sean knows it, and the alumni files that Jessica is reluctant to throw away at home that she compiled alone are a testament to her talent.

Sean also knew that Jessica Jones would eventually become a good detective, even though he knew that she was after the tragedy she had experienced.

But if it weren't for that tragedy, Jessica wouldn't have become the sloppy look Sean remembers.

Sean likes Jessica Jones very much now, he doesn't want his girlfriend to become an alcoholic who relies on inferior wine to anesthetize the pain in his heart, and he doesn't want his woman to be touched by others, which is a matter of men's dignity.

So for those plots about Jessica, he naturally has to intervene strongly, even if those things haven't happened yet.

It's just that even he, who can barely be considered a semi-prophet, doesn't know when the incident in that episode, which is not fully revealed, happened and when Jessica Jones met the-purple guy.

But no matter when the person with this name Kilgrave appears, Sean has already set an ending for him, and that is the ending of death.

He didn't care if Kilgrave did that disgusting thing to Jessica Jones or not, or if he was innocent, he was dead.

Besides, the guy who is a villain himself is not an innocent guy in the first place.

Well, that's it, kill him.

Of course, before that, he also felt that he should enhance his telepathic ability, after all, the purple man, that is, Kilgrave, his ability can also be regarded as mind control.

Having spent most of his life as an ordinary person, Sean's thoughts are relatively simple, dealing with enemies, he thinks more about killing them head-on than in a more efficient way.

So he thought of the simplest and most crude method.

And this is also to prevent Jessica from being tricked by the invisible but existing fate again, he must add a layer of insurance to her, a layer of spiritual insurance.

However, although Sean's mental power is very strong, he really hasn't tried this ability of telepathy before, of course, he won't test it on Jessica's body again, he just thinks that he should take care of some of those gangsters, and it seems that because he hasn't gone out shopping at night recently, those gangsters have gradually made some big moves, and suddenly his idea has become even stronger.

Around noon.

In Harry Osborne's high-rise apartment, a not-so-smooth conversation was thrown out of his hand, shattered into pieces with a crisp thud, and the curtain came to an end after the shards of glass that exploded scratched his neck.

"Nope! Spider-Man! You can't do this!! ”

Harry Osborne's handsome face was full of hideousness at this time, covering the wound on his neck with one hand, and hurriedly ran to the window where Spider-Man ran out, looking out of the empty window, his eyes were red, and he roared excitedly and angrily: "No! You can't! Damn bastard, you don't deserve to be called a superhero, I'm going to curse you! I curse you!! ”

"I'm sorry, that's not what I wanted."

On the other wall, Peter Parker lightly attached to it, listening to the hoarse roars and curses of his old friends, he was also uncomfortable in his heart, but he whispered to himself, and pulled the spider silk directly under his feet.

Of course he was sad to hear about what had happened to Harry Oss himself, if Harry had asked him to save his life with his genetically mutated blood a few days ago, he would never have refused like this, but now it was different.

A few days earlier, he had discovered the secret of what his father had left behind, and had finally learned how his parents had died in the crash.

Although his father was only a few words, he also knew that the death of his parents was inevitably inseparable from Osben.

And he naturally didn't blame his friend Harry Osborne for this, the reason why he rejected the other party was what his father said about cross-species spiders, why those spiders that contained all his father's efforts would give him superpowers, it turned out that when he first bred those spiders, his father had already fused his genes with spider genes, and as the son of Richard Parker, only he could successfully fuse under the venom of those cross-species spiders, as for the others......

Dr. Lizard's lesson hasn't been completely over.

But what made him a little strange was Sean's words at that time.

When Harry Osborne said his request with anticipation, for some reason, Sean's casual words instantly appeared in his mind, as if he had known that Harry would be in such a situation.

Thinking about it, he decided that he should go to Sean to ask for clarification, after all, it was a life, and it was his friend's life.