The era of American comics begins

Chapter 136 The end of the era
"Sir, Miss Groveney has successfully retrieved the package, and has now left the Fisk Building." Shirley said.

At this time, Michael happened to have just finished work here in Midtown Finance.He said: "I knew she could do it. Did she download what she needed?"

"I have scanned the content downloaded from Miss Groveney's communicator through a remote link, and I believe the information in it is enough to convict Mr. Fisk. So does this count as her passing the assessment?"

"It's considered a pass, although someone still needs to clean her up, but we can't be too harsh on young people, right?" Michael said, "Give me the real-time location of Mr. Fisk. If there is no accident, he will We're about to run out of town. Let's find someone more reliable to take care of the remaining problems for Gwen."

"Okay, sir."

***
The black car was driving at high speed on the road to the airport.Wilson Fisk's private driver sat in the driver's seat and drove out. In the back seat was Fisk himself, who was only wearing a tight-fitting shirt. James Wesley sat upright in front of him, holding black briefcases.

"She's finished! That's what I told you, Wesley, that little spider girl is finished!" Fisk clenched his huge fists, "I don't care who's covering her, I don't care if she's backstage How powerful, she is finished! No one can save her!"

Wesley tried to comfort him: "Calm down, sir. I understand you're angry, but you have to think about it."

"Angry? I'm beyond angry!" Fisk roared, "No one has ever dared to provoke Jin Bin like this, never! I want you to find out who she is, find out where she goes to school, and give me the Her school blew up! And then I want"

He roared so much that his saliva flew all over the place, and a loud bang suddenly came from the ground.The black car was blasted into the air by a hot air wave, the body spun around in the air, and the front of the car fell headfirst on the road.The front of the whole car slid forward for a distance of seven or eight meters under the action of inertia, the hood flew out like a piece of broken cardboard, and two long strings of sparks were dragged out on the ground.

The car fell head-over-toe to the ground.Fisk felt hot and sticky blood on his head, he reached out and groped upwards to unbuckle his seat belt, and released his huge body onto the roof of the car that was lying on the ground.He kicked open the door forcefully and dragged his body out of the car with great difficulty.It seemed that something was on fire, and a strong smell of smoke made him cough violently the moment he came out.

Fisk crawled out onto the pavement, sucking greedily into his lungs.He raised his head and saw a tall and straight figure appearing on the deserted road at some point.He was wearing a commando-style combat uniform, even wearing a mask, and the black goggles reflected fierce fire.One of his arms is a striking silver-white metal prosthetic limb, with red five-stars printed on his shoulder, and he holds a submachine gun in his hand. The flames cast a layer of orange light on that mechanical arm.

Winter Soldier.

Fisk clenched his fists and stared at him fiercely.

"You're here to finish the rest of the work, aren't you?" he asked.

There was no answer, and the icy figure walked slowly, as if every footstep carried a cold killing intent.

"Okay, I don't know who you are," Fisk wiped his mouth, bowed his body slightly, and then rushed towards him like an erupting meat bomb chariot, roaring, "But New York is my territory !"

The Winter Soldier raised his hand indifferently, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.The gun rang, and the bullets rushed out in a long string of fire snakes, and blood flowers bloomed with the continuous sound of entering the flesh.

The era of the crime king Jin Bin came to an end.

***
The next day.

Daily Bugle reporter Ben Ulrich was stunned to see a whole dozen evidences on his office computer that would make Wilson Fisk rot in prison all his life, including the evidence that he negotiated agreements with smugglers The video, the record of him nodding and ordering to buy murders, and even more exaggerated, the video content of him beating a subordinate to death in his office because he made a mistake.

Maybe it's the feeling of being in a high position and being too used to controlling everything, or maybe it's because the security lock of your surveillance system is unbreakable, or maybe it's because even if the video information accidentally leaks out of the city, no one will dare to do anything to him. All in all, Fisk didn't bother to deal with the surveillance footage in his own building in the end, and it all turned into incriminating evidence.

Ben Ulrich was also a fearless young man when he was young. He was the kind of reporter who really had the spirit of exploration and was not afraid of any powerful people.Ten years ago, he used the pen in his hand to overthrow countless people, exposing one dirty deed after another, but as he grows older, he has to take care of more and more things, and instead loses his youthfulness. That momentum.

Over the years he had heard about all the dark and dirty business behind the scenes in New York, but he was no longer as reckless as he was in his youth.But this does not mean that the brave and truth-seeking reporter no longer exists. That person is still in his heart. Maybe he only needs an opportunity, a slight push from someone, and he can become active again. .

The video recording ended, and a text message popped up at the end of the screen.

"Read many of your articles when you were young, have always been a fan of yours, Mr. Ulrich. Hope to see you doing the right thing."

The final signature is "A Warm Neighbor", followed by a hand-painted white Q-version spider web head.

"My God, Betty!"

"What's the matter?" A pretty black-haired woman poked her head over, "You're acting like a little girl who saw a mouse."

Betty Brant, secretary to the owner of the Daily Bugle.

"Damn it, did you see who moved my computer?"

"No, I'm sure no one touched your computer."

Yulitch thought for a while, and finally got up and went to the boss's office and knocked on the door.The girl in a white uniform with a hood on her head was stuck outside the window of the newspaper office. After the reporter who confirmed that she had received her message walked into the publisher's office, she couldn't help smiling. She jumped off the stairs and swung into the buildings.

After a whole night, it was still like a dream.

If Gwen were to be honest with herself now, she would probably admit that she never thought of doing this at first.In the beginning, she was more just angry, partly because Alex felt unfair, and partly angry that she was always not taken seriously.She just wanted to prove to someone that she was capable enough. As for the possibility of bringing down such a criminal tycoon, she didn't even think about it at first.

But who would have guessed?She's really done it now, she's got the worst crime boss in New York!
She swung all the way to the Empire State Building, squatting on the top floor of the building, she looked down, and almost had a panoramic view of Manhattan.

She stood up straight, and suddenly had the urge to shout, as if she felt that she had never achieved such a great achievement in her life, and she had never been so confident as she is now.

"If you get enough of yourself, maybe we can get down to business."

Gwen was taken aback.She hurriedly turned around and saw that her boss, Michael Passo, had also appeared on the roof of the building at some point.He was wearing a pitch-black windbreaker, with his hands in his pockets, and the cold wind from above made his windbreaker flutter like a cloak.

"Mr. Passo!" Gwen was surprised, "You mean business."

"Of course it's about your joining the team." Michael said, "You passed the assessment, congratulations. Next we need to talk about some specific matters."

(End of this chapter)