Mixed in Marvel's stand-in messenger

This is a room full of money, with portraits of various celebrities hanging on the walls.

But the decoration is very abstract.

The room was surrounded by a circle of sofas, and in the center were tables and chairs that seemed priceless at first glance.

There is a tea set placed on the table. The whole room feels antique and a little out of place at the same time.

In this weird room, there is also a woman sitting who does not fit the temperament of the house.

She has bright blond hair and is leaning lazily on the chair.

Her skin looked very delicate under the light, and she looked like a noble and elegant young woman.

But she has a pair of sharp and sharp eyes.

But she was wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket, which outlined her curvy and delicate body, making people unable to help but think about it.

At this time, the door was suddenly opened, and a man wearing a combat uniform, a hood and a mask came in.

The blonde indoors glanced at the pendulum clock on the wall.

"You're late, 15 minutes late."

There was a hint of reproach in the woman's tone, but the smile on her face remained unchanged and looked very gentle.

"No, I came early enough."

The man walked into the room and closed the door. His voice was low and his tone was calm.

"Tell me what's going on this time."

"Tony, you are still so indifferent now, which makes me like you even more."

The woman sighed softly.

"What's the problem? This is my true habit and nothing has changed since then."

Tony said without emotion.

"Okay Reni, I know you didn't come to me this time to reminisce about old times. Tell me, why did you ask me to come here this time?"

Tony asked directly, he didn't want to waste time, he was very busy.

Renee was not surprised by this attitude. She stood up and walked to Tony.

Show your beauty before his eyes.

"My dear, don't we need to sit together and reminisce about old times?"

"You used to love lying in my arms and enjoying the deliciousness of grapes~"

Renee asked with a charming smile.

"I don't think this makes any sense. If you don't have anything to do, I'm leaving."

Tony was a little cold and inhumane.

Renee shrugged, retracted the smile on her face, then turned and walked towards a sofa nearby.

"Okay, have you heard about Kingpin? My business has been a little hard to do in Hell's Kitchen lately, so I need you to help me with this."

Renee sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, put a grape in her hand and chewed it slowly.

"Not everything needs to rely on my strength. If your business doesn't do well, I can't help you. I'm only good at killing people." His tone was very cold.

"I know your character, but my business is not as simple as you think, so I hope you can help me." Renee continued.

Tony stared at her in silence for a moment, "I understand, just tell me what you need me to do."

"It's very simple. Help me find out about Jin Bin, where he appeared, his whereabouts, and the distribution of his power. I want to know all the information about him."

"He is not an ordinary person, you'd better be mentally prepared." The man frowned and said.

He had heard of this person, and it seemed that the so-called Bullseye had become his exclusive killer and no longer took on tasks on the black market.

"I know this. Just say yes or not, right?"

Renee looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"I agree to this, but this is the last time. I hope you won't contact me again in the future."

After the man finished speaking, he turned around and left the room without even looking at Renee. The door closed again, leaving only a blonde beauty in the room.

Reni looked in the direction of the door, with an evil curve on her lips.

"Haha, Kingpin, I just want to see how you will react when you meet such an opponent?"

at the same time

"Wesley, please find out the source of this drug carefully."

Kingpin untied the bloody bandage on his hand and saw the murderous look on the faces of the dozen unconscious people lying on the ground.

If any of the old men from Hell's Kitchen were here, they would be shocked to see these people.

These people paralyzed on the ground are all gang bosses in Hell's Kitchen.

These big guys who were usually the boss and me in the community were now more seriously injured, and some of them had even lost an arm.

"Okay boss, I will investigate it as soon as possible."

Wesley looked at the angry Kingpin with awe in his eyes.

Kingpin raised his head and looked out the window, a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph, you dare to attack my territory, then you have to bear my anger!" Jin Bing said coldly.

"Send these two losers Brandt and Deacon to Jackson. I want to see if his so-called human experiments are really as good as he says!"

"Two of them beat one, and someone else ran away with him, and he was even beaten to a concussion. I really don't know how I managed to take in these two losers!"

"Also tell Jackson that if the reform fails, there is no need to send the person back."

"Yes, boss."

"Let those bastards down there pay more attention. I always feel that something is not peaceful recently." Kingpin warned again.

He found that the underground forces in New York were getting deeper and deeper, which made him a little uneasy.

"Okay, boss, I will give them orders."

After seeing that Kingpin seemed to no longer want to speak, Wesley bowed slightly and withdrew.

Jin Hui felt at ease with him. Apart from Vanessa, Wesley was the person he trusted the most.

Thinking of Vanessa, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. I wonder what kind of name my child will be given?

......

The winter sunshine in New York is very dazzling, and it is also one of the most lively and prosperous cities in the United States.

But Manhattan's Midtown West, once the liveliest neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen, now looks out of place.

In the past, there were many gang organizations and forces entrenched here. Now, except for some low-key gang forces that still exist, the rest have been eradicated, and there is no longer the prosperity of street gunfights in the past.

There are few vehicles and few pedestrians on the streets.

Joyce, who was bored, moved a deck chair to bask in the sun at the door of the church. He was so willful.

Suddenly I remembered the roar of a sports car, and a coquettish convertible luxury car stopped at the door of the church.

A middle-aged man came down wearing a custom-made black striped suit, with slicked hair, a mustache, and a pair of brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Joyce, who was reading a book on the recliner, remained motionless and squinted his eyes for a sideways glance. Isn't this Tony Stark, the Iron Man who claims to be everyone's favorite?