Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

After arranging the follow-up plan, David welcomed an unexpected guest at the company.

"Jasper Sitwell..."

David looked at the bald man in a suit in front of him, and carefully observed the certificate he was holding in his hand. His face was calm, and there was a hint of judgment in his eyes. After looking at it for a moment, he said slowly:

"I heard that you, your department, took away the bodies of Morbius and Lucis."

"Yes."

Sitwell nodded and said with a smile: "The purpose of my trip is to report to you on behalf of Dr. Mobius."

"Why doesn't he come by himself?"

Beside him, Martina looked excited.

Hearing what Sitwell said, she was even more worried about her boyfriend's safety.

"The situation is urgent. He is assisting us with a secret mission."

Sitwell smiled and said: "This mission is not dangerous, but there are strict confidentiality measures. Once you join, you are not allowed to contact other people alone. At his strong request, I will report to you that he is safe on his behalf."

"How can I trust you?"

David asked.

He really didn't quite believe the smiling bald man in front of him.

Under the seemingly friendly appearance, hides the identity of a Hydra spy.

Who would trust a spy?

"I have no reason to lie to you."

Sitwell looked helpless, spread his hands and said, "Sir, we are very sincere."

Paused: "Can we talk alone?"

"can."

David glanced at Martina and the others beside him, and motioned for them to leave.

soon.

Only the two of them face each other in the reception room.

"We value Dr. Mobius' talent and ability very much, and kindly invited him to join the Security Bureau, but as you can imagine, he refused."

"Then we asked him to assist us with a mission, and he was going to say no until we made him an offer he couldn't refuse," Sitwell said.

David was curious: "What conditions did you offer?"

"The gene of a special creature."

Sitwell said: "The gene of this creature has the characteristics of camouflage, the function of containing all things, and can transform into any gene we know, which will be of great help to your current research."

As he spoke, he opened the metal box he carried with him and showed David the reagent bottle containing green liquid wrapped in foam.

David stared at the green liquid in the reagent bottle in front of him, recalling what Sitwell said, with a slightly strange expression on his face.

According to Sitwell, how come the so-called special biological genes are so similar to the abilities of the alien race, the Skrulls?

Could the green liquid in this video be the blood of the Skrulls?

"If it really has the function of containing everything as you said, it will indeed be of great help to us."

David thought for a moment: "I'm starting to trust you a little bit."

He began to wonder what the secret mission that Sitwell said required the assistance of Mobius.

In this day and age, there seem to be no big events worth mentioning.

"According to our agreement with Dr. Mobius, I can give it to you."

Sitwell continued to smile and interrupted his thinking: "At the same time, we hope to reach a strategic cooperation with Fiske Pharmaceuticals."

"What's the content of the cooperation?" David asked back to his senses.

"It's like a military laboratory jointly established by Osborne and the Army Weapons Development Department, and the results are shared."

Sitwell said: "We hope to reach such a cooperation with Fiske Pharmaceuticals. Of course, we will do our best to send certain resources to Fiske Pharmaceuticals."

He gave an example: "For example, we can provide volunteers for human experiments to ensure absolute compliance and legality, and there will be no problems like Osborne...Of course, this is only the most insignificant help."

Sitwell's voice was sincere and he seemed to be a businessman seeking normal cooperation.

David could tell at a glance that this guy knew the current situation of Fiske Pharmaceuticals very well.

Sitwell must have investigated the background of Fiske Pharmaceuticals, believed that Fiske Pharmaceuticals had great potential, and wanted to share research results through means similar to venture capital.

After all, the resources they paid were just a drop in the bucket for them.

If the research really produces results, it will make a lot of money.

In essence, as Sitwell said, it is the same as the Army Weapons Development Department represented by Ross and the military laboratory established in cooperation with Osborn.

However, whether it is S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra whoring for nothing is a question mark.

David mused.

In fact, in his eyes, there is not much difference between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.

As Jin Bing's younger brother, and in fact, his identity as Pushkin has long been labeled "black".

This cannot be washed off.

From this point of view, it is a better choice to directly cooperate with Hydra and use each other.

"can."

He nodded slowly: "I agree to cooperate with you."

"very good."

Sitwell smiled and reached out to him: "Trust me, this won't let you down."

"hope so."

David shook his hand.

Soon, after negotiating some details, the contract was not signed, and Sitwell directly said goodbye and left, very happy.

Neither side talked about signing a contract.

For the two, the power of a verbal agreement is actually much stronger than the binding force of a contract.

David handed the special biological gene brought by Sitwell to Connors and others in the laboratory, showing its powerful functions, which greatly excited Connors and others.

If the effect is true, then this special biological gene, as a drug carrier, has a strong role in promoting research, and can almost shorten the research time by more than half.

David did not interfere with the laboratory, found Martina, and guaranteed the safety of Mobias, but the return date was not set.

Martina hesitated to accept the reality.

Afterwards, David greeted Wesley and headed to Harlem, not far from Hell's Kitchen.

He is busy today.

In addition to Sitwell, who had come to him on his own initiative, a guest from Georgia was waiting for him in a Harlem nightclub.

Harlem, commonly referred to as Harlem, is located in the northern part of Manhattan.

Historically, Harlem was a typical white community. Since the late nineteenth century, the residents of Harlem were mostly related to politics and religion, including Roman Catholics and typical Jewish families.

But since African-American immigrants began to enter Harlem, whites began to move out in large numbers.

The dividing point between white and black, around the 20s, during the Harlem Renaissance, black people emerged, black writers, poets, musicians, rap, graffiti and other cultures began to rise, and became the soul habitat of black American culture .

Standing in the millennium and looking back at the [-]th century, we can find that Harlem has long been the cultural and commercial center of African-Americans in the [-]th century...

It is also a major center of crime and poverty.

……

The black car drove slowly into Harlem without attracting any attention.

But when the car stopped at Harlem Paradise, the most famous nightclub in Harlem, the site of Cornell "Waterbelly" Stokes, the black people gathered nearby cast their eyes.

In particular, when everyone saw two white men getting out of the car, one of them was not very strong, and the other was sitting in a wheelchair and considered disabled, their gazes became hot again.

Across the street, someone looked at each other.

Before they had time to act, a group led by the little black with dreadlocks couldn't wait to get together.

At the same time, a person walked out of the gate of Paradise in Harlem.

He was tall and tall, like a gorilla, with a ferocious look and cold eyes. He looked around the door, abruptly stopping Dreadlock Xiaohei's footsteps, and the rest of the people also avoided him, not daring to look at him.

"Why did Boss Ton come out..."

"Who are those two guys? Boss Ton is here to pick them up?"

Everyone lowered their voices and observed from the corner of their eyes, a trace of strong curiosity emerged in their hearts.

They know this man.

Cotton Snake, Cornell Stokes' second-in-command, Tone.

Cottonmouth is the undisputed kingpin of Harlem.

Ruler of Harlem Paradise!

In this area, no one dares to offend a waterbell snake.

When a group of people were still wondering, they saw Ton respectfully say to David in front of him:

"Mr. Fisk, Harlem Paradise welcomes you. Mr. Stokes has been waiting for you for a long time."

welcome?

Everyone was shocked, and there was an unprecedented look of joy in an instant.

Cornell Stokes, a guest of the waterbellies!

Where did this big shot come from? !

The bottom gangsters like them know better than anyone what the gang leader's guests represent.

In particular, the waterbelly snake sent its deputy, and Ton greeted him personally!

Who is this man in a wheelchair?

Fisk?

Is there a big guy in New York named Fisk?

Everyone thought in their hearts.

Dirty-braided Xiao Hei and his accomplices scattered in an instant, fearing that his previous actions would be discovered and cause the other party's displeasure, causing unwarranted disasters.

……

David actually noticed the actions of Dreadlock Xiaohei and others, but he didn't care about the episode in front of him.

It is conceivable that white people are discriminated against in black communities, and robbery and extortion are commonplace.

Harlem is nominally the soul of black culture, but in fact the main theme is chaos and poverty.

Almost half of the 30-odd residents in this area are closely related to gangs.

He follows Ton into the nightclub.

The daytime nightclub is not open yet, so it can't be called a business, but there are many thugs guarding it inside.

The three of them passed by all the way to the luxurious box located in the deepest part of the nightclub.

This is Cottonmouth, Stokes' office.

When David and Wesley appeared, they found Cornell Stokes sitting in his boss chair with a calm expression.

Opposite him, a man was tied to a chair with a thick hemp rope, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his eyes were in a daze, obviously he had been severely tortured and interrogated.

Cornell Stokes, about forty years old, is a black man with a bald head and a suit and leather shoes. He looks like an elite school. No one would think that he is a gang leader based on his appearance.

"David, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

Stokes looked at the man in the wheelchair in front of him, without the slightest contempt in his eyes, and said slowly: "Today's matter is very simple, I have already arrested him, right in front of us, he is yours."

"He dared to make trouble in the neutral zone?"

David nodded, looking at the man who was tied to the iron chair with a rope, in a trance, and seemed to have lost his consciousness, with a strange expression on his face.

His purpose of coming here today is very simple.

Between the major gangs in the underground world, a truce zone will be set up, which is called a neutral zone.

No one is allowed to move their hands in the neutral zone.

Even just ordinary fighting is not allowed.

As for the order of the neutral zone in New York's underground world, there is no doubt that Jin Bin is responsible for the main maintenance work. All gangs who agree with this rule are obliged to obey Jin Bin's orders and assist Jin Bin to maintain order.

To put it simply, anyone who dares to make trouble in the neutral zone will be regarded as a provocation to Jin Bin, and Jin Bin can mobilize all the forces in New York's underground world to attack any provocateur.

"What's his name?"

David asked.

"Shaz."

"He's from High Gate Prison in Georgia," Stokes said.

Georgia, generally refers to Georgia, one of the seven states in the southeastern United States, the capital is Atlanta.

Of course, in Stokes' words, the key is not Georgia, but Haimen Prison!

David had little impression of this prison.

But he vaguely remembered that in the Marvel world, there were several well-known characters who were prisoners in this prison.

For example, Trevor Slattery, the fake adult in Iron Man 3, and Justin Hammer, the CEO of Hammer Industries in Iron Man 2.

"Haimen Prison?"

David pondered for a while: "He comes from prison, it doesn't seem worth mentioning."

Hell's Kitchen, Harlem, and even the underground gangs of New York, who hasn't seen a few people who have been in prison?

In the eyes of the chaotic underground gang, going to jail is not a bad thing, but a symbol of honor.

You have to go out and say that you have never been to prison, and you have never done anything illegal, but you will be looked down upon by your gangster friends.

Underground gangsters love it more than they hate it.

"Haygate Prison is a private prison, and its boss is called Albert Rackham."

Waterbell snake, Cornell Stokes said: "This man named Shaz is a prisoner in Haimen Prison. The reason why he came to New York was to follow Lacombe's order to find a guy who escaped from prison. .”

"According to his account, it was precisely because he saw that person in the neutral zone that he made a move."

"The guy who escaped?" David pondered, and glanced at Shazi who was trapped in the chair. "What's the name of the person he's looking for?"

"Carl Lucas, a black man."

"where is he?"

"I don't know. That guy escaped. He was so powerful that he injured many of us."

After saying this, Stokes spread his hands: "This is all I know. According to the agreement between me and Jin Bin, I have done everything that should be done. Next is your job, Mr. Fisk."

"clear."

David nodded: "I'll take care of this matter. For your injured brother, I'll take care of the medical expenses, and there's also a fee for thank you."

"very good."

Stokes nodded, his tone cold: "Goodbye."