Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 5

The New York Times: Desperadoes kidnapped mayor and were shot dead by police.

The accompanying picture is a photo of the deputy mayor smiling.

The content is mainly a criticism of New York's ultra-high crime rate, pointing out that danger exists around every citizen.

However, Su Ge didn't say a word about the accusation raised by Mr. Mayor, and it was false when he evaded the truth.

He didn't bother to look closely.

After looking through it, most of the media should have received emergency public relations, and their positions were all condemning Su Ge's crazy behavior, and then expressed their joy at the ending of his "falling to death".

A small number of criminal allegations about the mayor acting as an umbrella for underworld forces fell on paper as "rumors that are difficult to verify" or "groundless accusations."

Su Ge sneered: "The uncrowned king?"

However, there are also more serious ones. The front page headline of the Bugle Daily looks very sensational.

"hero?Antihero?Risk your life to expose high-level criminal facts in New York! "

There is also a photo of Su Ge lying on his back and falling from the building next to it as a picture. The capture is good. If the funny clown image is removed, it will have a taste of a saint.

In general, the harvest should be good, after all, it is a big news that bluffs people.

The value displayed on the mask did not disappoint Su Ge, the progress bar jumped directly from 55 to 96!

An amazing value of 41!
This has been close to his hard work for several months. Sure enough, a brave fight can transform a bicycle into a motorcycle.

It's a pity that the impact of the paper media is still not as good as that of the video. When you read this kind of news from the newspaper, the degree of shock is relatively low.

Fortunately, the spread of the news is good, and it should bring some benefits in the future.

But stuck at this progress, he felt a little bit scratching his lungs.

Su Ge held his chin, thinking about whether to do something else to make up for the last tens of thousands of amazing points.

Just thinking about it, the phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was a subordinate of the killer organization. Su Ge coughed twice, adjusted his voice, and when he answered the phone, he had become a decisive and dominant style.

"what's up?"

"Boss, according to the clues provided by those two people, it can already be determined that Wilson Fisk is a member of the contemporary Knights Templar."

Su Ge was silent for a while, and said, "Take it slow in advance, don't rush to do it."

"..."

Seeing that the other person hadn't hung up the phone yet, Su Ge asked a little strangely: "What else?"

"I don't know if it's a big deal... When I was investigating before, I met some strange people."

"weirdo?"

"Well, they're definitely not the police, and they're not like the FBI, but they're very tough."

Su Ge felt a headache for a moment. He rubbed his temples and chose to care about his capable subordinates first: "Are you okay?"

"No problem so far, my hands and feet are clean, they didn't catch the tail."

"...Let's suspend the activities recently. I know that everyone is very tired during this time. It's time to take a rest and wait for my order."

"Okay, boss."

Hanging up the phone, Su Ge let out a long sigh.

Engage in big things, and the corresponding risks are much higher.

The action of the Hydra A.I.E.L.D. branch was fast, and they were already eyeing them, and they almost caught their flaws as soon as they made a move.

On the contrary, Jin Bin, unexpectedly and not so unexpectedly, confirmed the identity of the contemporary knight.

This is a special task that comes with his crossing [Templars must die]. There will be high rewards for killing members of the Templars, which was one of the main sources of his surprise points in the past few months.

And Jin Bing has confirmed that he is the leader of the [Eye of Order] branch of the knight order, and the rewards for killing him must be quite a lot.

It's worth the effort.

When Su Ge frowned and thought about countermeasures, the phone rang again.

He picked up and asked, "What else?"

"...Sug? Sugarwhite?"

The soft voice pulled Su Ge up from the bed.

He calmed down for a while before returning to his normal state, and said, "Gwen, it's me."

Gwen was a little confused: "Just now, what's the matter? I didn't make a wrong call!"

"No, I just talked to someone on the phone. I don't know if it's you. What do you want from me?"

Gwen followed Su Ge's words without thinking too much, and said, "You don't remember? You said you would show off in the morning."

"Ah! That, I have no problem here, make an appointment to come to my house?"

"I have a few friends who are also very interested, and there may be a little more people."

Su Ge walked to the balcony, looked at his duplex villa with a swimming pool, and said, "Party? The location is no problem, my house is quite big."

"What time?"

"I have something to do from time to time recently, let's talk about it after a while."

"Is that so..."

Su Ge said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not veiled to refuse, I will remember this matter, and make an appointment when the time is right."

"Hey, then I'll go tell my friends too, by the way..."

The topic was spread out, and the two chatted like this.After a long time, until Gwen's mother asked her for something, the call ended in the other party's reluctant farewell.

Su Ge leaned against the railing alone for a while.

On the one hand, he has to fight fiercely with the most dangerous gang leader in America, on the other hand, he has to beware of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s prying eyes, and on the other hand, he has to plan the next big news.

Looking back, there is still a party to be planned with a bunch of brats.

"However, it feels pretty good." Su Ge smiled.

At the same time, Gwen's phone call also reminded him that he has another appointment to go.

……

While Su Ge had mixed feelings, New York Police Commissioner George Stacy was also in mixed feelings.

He took a sip of strong coffee, put down the documents in his hand, leaned back on the comfortable chair and closed his eyes.

too tired……

Poor Chief Stacy hasn't slept a wink since last night.

This Monday was the hardest day he has had since being a police officer.

First, he was told that the body could not be found, and that there was no trace of blood at the speculated location, and the clown disappeared in such a bizarre way.Forensics is almost nothing.

In the morning, evidence was actually found in the mailbox of the police station, which delayed the press conference originally planned for [-] am to the afternoon.

To make matters worse, that well-established chain of evidence, if available after investigation, would easily send the Deputy Mayor of New York to prison...

This is undoubtedly a big deal!
For a while, all kinds of pressure piled on Mr. Director's desk.

Enemies of Mr. Mayor are pressuring him to give evidence to the prosecution as soon as possible.

There were also people who made various promises to him, implying that he was stalling for time.

More people asked him about the details of the incident, wanting to gain their own interests in this incident.

Throughout the day, people contacted him through various channels...

But for him, the top priority is to investigate the whereabouts of the clown and determine whether this cunning and dangerous gangster is alive or dead.

Bracing himself, George Stacy continued to read the information.

"What would my original future be? To die in a gang fight, to die in my rented house due to an overdose, or to die drunk on the belly of a certain lady?"

Director George frowned. In order to avoid forgetting, he recorded the conversation with the clown immediately.

Although this autobiography doesn't say it clearly, George Stacy understands that before becoming a super criminal, the clown mostly lived in Hell's Kitchen.

That sewer-like filth, the Big Apple, the sores of the East Coast and even the whole of America.

He stroked his chin and thought, "Maybe it's time to talk to Kim."

There was a knock on the door, but George didn't lift his head: "Come in."

"Director, someone is looking for you."

As soon as George Stacy stopped, he vaguely felt something and asked, "Who is it?"

"What country...strategic defense...guarantee?"

George waved his hands irritably, and said, "Let them in!"

After a while, there was a knock on the door again, and a bald man with a gentle face came in. He walked over to shake hands with George Stacey enthusiastically.

He smiled and said, "Long time no see, Director Stacy."

(End of this chapter)