"It seems that sometimes the appearance of some rats can give us good results." Fisk looked at Diana, who had disappeared, and smiled slightly.

The Hand Club's fanfare has clearly led him to a superhero who has been quietly waiting for him. And this hero is only because their battles have affected civilians, otherwise there is a high probability that they will still live their lives.

"Guys, I hope you don't mess with your brains." Fisk glanced around at the black bosses who had been left behind, "Don't mess with that one lightly, she's not a street hero after all." ”

Listening to Fisker's words, all the black bosses also have lingering palpitations, no one wants to be a puddle of flesh and blood oil paintings.

Soon, all kinds of luxury cars drove away from Hell's Kitchen, and everyone who left had a solemn look on their faces.

The woman had put them all on the guillotine, and it was up to her to decide whether the guillotine would fall.

Back at the Fisk Building, sitting behind his desk, Fisk loosened the collar of his shirt to let himself breathe a sigh of relief.

The woman's sense of oppression was so breathtaking.

But that face always gave him an inexplicable familiarity.

"Oh! What's wrong with my boss? The man with the crosshair tattooed on his forehead sat on the sofa and played the playing cards in his hand, "Has anyone made my boss angry?" Do you want me to ......" Bullseye slashed his hand across his throat.

Fisk didn't speak, just looked at the proposal on his desk with a heavy face, a picture in the proposal to be exact.

"Diana Prince......" Fisk looked at the face full of tenderness, and he was sure that this was the one today. Now he finally understood where that familiarity came from.

"Boss, I have to say that this girl is really good." I don't know when the bullseye touched it.

"Tomorrow, go to the Metropolitan Museum." Fisk closed the plan, "By the way, inform the Hand that there will be a truce, and I'll talk to them tomorrow night." ”

The last words couldn't help but carry a strong killing intent.

"0K, you're the boss who listens to you." Bullseye glanced at the photo again with pity, feeling sorry for the woman who was targeted by Kim.

On the cover of that plan is the Metropolitan Museum of Art Charity Night, a plan that Fisker originally had to postpone because of the Hand Club, and gave Fisk the opportunity to meet Diana again.

On the other side, Diana, who came home, had already taken a good bath, wrapped in a bath towel and came to the living room, with an unobstructed view of her bumpy figure. But unfortunately, no one can see this view.

I took a bowl of ice cream out of the fridge and sat down on the couch.

Turn on the TV and just want to watch a soap opera and eat delicious ice cream, but it's clear that this is unlikely.

The figure that swept by on TV, Diana knew very well that it was herself. Why would anyone be so bored to photograph the sky?

It was a short video of a red figure skimming through Brooklyn. You can also hear the filmmaker in the video constantly shouting "Oh, buy it! ”

The video was later confirmed to have no special effects, and it was fake.

The TV host stared at the camera with burning eyes: "It's clear that our government or military is hiding something from us. That thing is definitely not a drone, and now hopefully they will answer us, what the hell are they hiding? ”

Diana was a little distressed, she didn't expect this kind of problem to occur, after all, she had never wanted to hide her identity in the original world, but this feeling of being regarded as an unknown creature was really not good.

Even the ice cream in my hand is not fragrant.

Looking at the ice cream in her hand and watching TV again, Diana shook her head.

Ice cream is more important, whoever makes this thing melt will not taste good.

Thinking about it, I started eating ice cream again.

"It's delicious!" A satisfied expression appeared on her beautiful face.

While Diana was enjoying the delicious food, S.H.I.E.L.D. on the other side could be described as chickens and dogs.

Nick Fury stared at the news that was playing out with a deep face.

"Can anyone tell me why someone could have filmed this video?" Nick Fury turned his head to look at his intelligence team, "Fark! Why don't we know about Diana's movements? ”

The agent in the intelligence team who was playing with bees during work hours walked out: "Sorry, Sir. Diana may have noticed that we were still monitoring her every move, so I had to urgently divert the satellite probe. ”

Saying that, the agent released a picture of Diana on the rooftop looking directly at the satellite at that time.

Seeing this picture, Nick Fury's heart couldn't help but tighten, the sense of oppression in that gaze was too strong. With a wave of his hand, let them out.

"Then what about public opinion now?" The assistant on the side reminded.

Nick Fury's fingers tapped on the table and pondered, "What do you think of a newly invented bionic robot?" ”

The assistant didn't expect the director to ask him a little stunned, but he still said his thoughts: "I think it's better to let the mutants reappear in the public eye, so that everyone thinks that the figure is a mutant." ”

To be honest, Nick Fury didn't think of this method, but if mutants reappear like this, it is estimated that the first ones who can't sit still are those congressional lords.

The mutant rebellion of the last century really made these big men hostile enough to mutants.

Now there are only a few dozen or so people left.

Nick Fury didn't ask about the assistant anymore, and he had a decision.

Now he's going to face the inquiries of the Big Five.

When the sunshine of the new day wakes up all those who are sleeping, the morning news on TV begins.

The first was a military spokesman speaking eloquently at the press conference.

And the central point of it all is that the human figure that appeared in Brooklyn, New York, yesterday is the military experimenting with a new unit of individual combat equipment.

In short, we have never hidden anything from you, but your brains are too big.

You say it's mutants. But since the beginning of the new century, haven't mutants been healed?

The world does not carry out Sentinel programs, but the same government develops so-called therapeutic agents that can eliminate the mutant genes.

Diana just looked at the TV speaker indifferently, and it was not clear why everyone was covering up the various superhumans that appeared in the current society.

Perhaps only the man who is still trapped in the cave can pull the curtain on the real superhero world.

Diana went to the Metropolitan Museum as usual.

But today's museums are clearly different, and that is the burly man in a white suit.

Fisk had been here early in the morning, waiting for that Miss Diana Prince.

"Good morning, sir." Diana had a gentle smile on her face, and she was exactly the same as the killing god who turned people into oil paintings yesterday.

Diana didn't care at all that Fisk could find herself, how could a New York landlord not find herself.

"Good morning, I'm Wilson Grant Fisk." Fisk stretched out his broad palm.

Diana didn't refuse, the white palm that could easily crush steel looked a little small in Fisk's big hand.

"Diana Prince."

Both tacitly did not mention what happened yesterday.

But everything is tacitly understood.

The two walked into the museum side by side, and the surrounding personnel were stopped by the bodyguards brought by Fisk.

"I made an appointment with Mrs. Gao of the Hand to negotiate tonight, Miss Wonder Woman." Fisk and Diana stood in front of Henry II's knightly helmet. This is the image of this person yesterday who is too similar to the WW in the comics to decide to call it, not to mention that it is impossible to even have the same name, and she suddenly appeared in New York thirteen years ago.

Thirteen years, no signs of aging......

As Fisk looked at Diana.

Diana's gentle voice reached Fisk's ears, "Please call me Diana or Miss Prince." ”

"Okay, Diana."