A Little Thing in the Marvel Universe

What is most important in the 21st century?

Talent!

William Billy Russell was a talent.

He started Anvil Security from scratch, and in just a few years, he built Anvil into one of the most successful security companies in the United States.

Anvil provides relevant training courses for CIA agents, and is even responsible for providing security for some of Manhattan's top apartment buildings - security comparable to the level of the United Nations Building.

Regardless of whether the means Russell used were legal or not, being able to do such a thing must be regarded as a talent.

Such talent was hired by a federal senator and assigned capable men to protect his safety.A fierce operation put a hotel under his own surveillance and defense.

However, this layer of defense was actually broken through by Louis Wilson single-handedly.If someone hadn't come out to disrupt the situation, the intruder would have successfully killed the congressman.

Such a person is obviously a talent, and it is exactly the kind that Belle needs urgently.

The gang members who inherited from Ma Gucci are all real tough guys, and even if they fight with real swords and guns, they are completely worthy.If it hadn't been for these two moments, I wouldn't have been able to fight Jin Bin for so many years.

However, although their heads are strong, their skills are really inferior.Except for a few capable ones, most of them are street level in terms of their marksmanship and fighting skills.

In other words, once they fall into a conflict of a higher level than a gang fight, they don't even know how they die.

In this regard, Schatz and Hernan Alvarez, who also came from the streets, are powerless.If he really wanted to take action, he would be on par with those gang members at best, and far behind some guys who were as big as heavyweight undistinguished fighters.

His role is more like a strategist and an excellent manager.

To get these guys to the next level, Belle has to find them an excellent instructor.

She took a liking to Louis Wilson, a young veteran who had returned from the battlefield with extremely high military qualities, but was devastated by post-traumatic stress disorder and whose values ​​had completely collapsed.

However, this kind of purpose is definitely not convenient for the outstanding young Peter Parker to know.

"Why are you suddenly paying attention to veterans?" Peter asked, "Isn't your foundation mainly helping disabled people?"

"To be precise, it is to help people who need professional assistance." Belle corrected him seriously, "The Captain Foundation does not do things like helping disabled people find jobs, but funds the research and development of artificial limbs. , or help people who cannot afford prosthetics, so that they can regain the lifestyle of able-bodied people to the greatest extent possible.”

Peter nodded and said, "Isn't this great? Moreover, this is already a huge workload, and it is not easy to do this well."

"That's right. That's why I thought about whether I could improve the work efficiency of the foundation in some way. The most important thing is the efficiency of screening and review of recipients. Let me tell you this, you can't even imagine it. How shameless can people go in order to make some money?"

"Did you know that there are many firms that specialize in applying for funding from various charitable organizations? They search for various people from all over the world and organize their applications. Once the charity finds out that they are agents, they will definitely reject the application. Taking advantage of the situation, we launched a wave of lawsuits against these charitable organizations for false propaganda and illegal operations. In order to settle the matter, many organizations will choose to settle out of court and pay a compensation."

"If you are unwilling to reconcile, it will be a long lawsuit. Even if you win in the end, you will have to spend a lot of resources and be disgusted."

Although Peter knew that people's hearts were sinister, he was usually not exposed to them.In his mind, bad guys are just stealing, kidnapping, and committing murder and arson are extremely evil.Little do they know that there are many people who directly destroy the entire social environment and order for their own interests.

They don't pay attention to such low-level tricks as medical trouble and porcelain.This group of educated hooligans know how to use the weapons of rules and laws, and they have completely screwed up the entire society.

He knew that Belle was very angry because of these things, but there was nothing he could do to comfort her. He could only say, "Oh, but after all, there are so many people in need of help. You can't give up completely just because of this, right?"

"It's not like giving up, but I thought of a solution, that is, veterans. Many soldiers who were disabled due to war did not get the help they needed. Of course, the police are also included. Helping these people is basically unnecessary. For those who do background checks, this can greatly improve efficiency.”

"So, what's going on with this, Louis Wilson?" Peter was looking at Wilson's information, which clearly stated that this man was not injured.

"Mental trauma," Belle said, "is much more difficult to deal with than physical trauma, but fortunately, I happen to be particularly good at it. Therefore, I, the honorary chairman of the foundation, personally take part in the battle, which can be regarded as the first step in transformation. Take one step."

The car drove into a decent middle-class neighborhood in Brooklyn and stopped at an intersection two streets away from the target.

Belle told the driver not to get close to the Wilsons' house unless ordered to do so by her.

She and Peter got out of the car and walked towards the target like a stroll.

Peter asked: "Do you need to be so careful? Is there any danger?"

Belle asked back: "How did you see that I was careful?"

"Why did you let the car park so far? You are so lazy. You can always ride in the car instead of walking." Peter replied, pointing to Belle's shoes, "You also rarely wore flat shoes. You must have been there early." You just planned to walk, right?”

"Wearing flat shoes is to take care of your mood, so that you can fully enjoy the feeling of being taller than me." Belle replied mercilessly, "I asked the car to park farther away to take care of Mr. Wilson's mood. Information Isn’t it all written in? Our veteran gentleman is experiencing the pain of a collapse of his three views. He is full of hostility towards the entire society, especially the elite. Just having a car like this drive to his door is not inviting him to throw a grenade. Us."

Peter exclaimed, "He's got grenades!"

"Keep your voice down!" Belle said, "I just think he might have it, or if he wants it, it's not difficult to make a homemade grenade."

"So this guy is very dangerous!" Peter said, "No wonder you have to take action personally. However, your investigation work is really meticulous. You even know his mental state and professional skills in such detail."

Belle's mind suddenly skipped a beat. Fortunately, she was surrounded by "water" all the time, and even the spider sense couldn't detect anything strange about her. Otherwise, this sudden acceleration of her heartbeat would definitely arouse Peter's suspicion.

However, she looked at Peter's face carefully and listened to his tone, and it seemed that he really accepted the setting of "the investigation team is doing its duty", and she had no doubt that Belle was actually foresight.

As a time traveler, she doesn't need an investigation team at all. She already knew Louis Wilson very well in her previous life.

But this lie still needs to be fulfilled.

It didn't take them long to arrive outside Wilson's backyard. Over the low shrubbery fence, they could easily see the display in the backyard: a trench with a bunker.

"You see, it actually doesn't take much effort to investigate, right?" Belle said. "According to his father, he has always lived in the trenches and almost never enters the house. You guessed that there are comics and books hidden in the trenches?" Game consoles, or guns and grenades?”

"Fortunately, I'm wearing a Spider-Man suit." Peter said, pointing to his chest, "But it's best not to start a fight here. There are residential areas nearby. If he detonates a bomb or something, it will be terrible. Incredible."

"Who says it's not, so you'd better not take action. Even if there is any danger, I will take care of it."

"Then why did you have to bring me here? And you told me it was a date?"

"You'll know in a while."

Belle didn't say anything clearly, she just led Peter around to the front door and rang the doorbell.

The person who opened the door was Louis' father, Clay Wilson. As his name suggests, he was a middle-aged man as honest and simple as clay.

"Hello, we are students at Columbia University, conducting social research and want to conduct in-depth interviews with taxi drivers in New York."

Belle's lies came right out of her mouth, with pre-made excuses and Peter's tacit cooperation - a nerdy face and wearing a hoodie with the school logo on it. She easily gained Old Wilson's trust.

"Ah, that's right," Wilson said without any doubt. "Did the taxi company provide our address?"

"How could it be?" Belle said, "I just took a ride in the car driven by Mr. Louis Wilson not long ago, and we talked about the social survey at that time. Mr. Wilson graciously expressed his willingness to cooperate with our research, and also stayed Give me the address and say we are welcome to come anytime."

After she finished speaking, she handed over her student ID card, a genuine student ID card.

Peter also cooperated very well and took out his ID.

Most people would not explicitly refuse two enthusiastic and sincere college students.

Old Wilson hesitated for a moment, then said: "You don't have to be like this. You are just students. Why have you learned the tricks of the police? Show your ID first when entering the door. If I don't let you in, can you still take out one?" search warrant?"

He let Belle and Peter into the room, motioned them to sit on the sofa, and brought two glasses of water.

Belle's words actually played into his hands.

Ever since Louis returned from the war, he has not been able to successfully integrate into daily life.I found a job as a taxi driver, but I could barely make ends meet. I often quarreled with passengers in the car. I received a lot of complaints in the past few months. If I continued like this, I would be fired by the company sooner or later.

In order to cheer up his son, he encouraged Louis to join the Veterans Mutual Aid Association, hoping that he would become more cheerful.

Now, the arrival of these two students seems to prove that Louis is gradually returning to normal, which is really excellent news for the old Wilson.

"You guys sit down first, I'll call Louis. He's...he's working in the backyard."

He turned to go out, but heard the doorbell ringing.

"Sorry, I'll go take a look first."

He turned back to the front door, and not long after, he brought back a fat, fat, middle-aged man who was bigger than Belle, Peter and old Wilson combined.

"Clay, let me see Louis."

The greasy middle-aged man swaggered in as he spoke, and threw the half dozen beers in his hand on the coffee table with a bang.

As if he had returned to his own home, he was not polite at all and sat down on the side of the sofa close to Belle.

"Hey, are there guests?"

On the other side, the back door was pushed open with the first "bang" sound.

Louis Wilson burst into the room with a livid face.

"O'Connor, how dare you! You actually have the nerve to come to my house!"

He roared, rushed over in a few steps, and punched the greasy middle-aged man in the face!