Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

"The captain said to disband?" Tony screamed, "I don't agree! I, the one who paid the money, haven't agreed yet, why should he agree?"

"Anyway, everyone listens to him and not to you." Lucy was wearing sunglasses, drinking coffee while drying her eyes on the lawn outside the villa. The number of Titan's employees has increased in recent days, and she has opened up a rest area on the lawn , you can enjoy a buffet for lunch, an immersive library rest area, and a noisy play area.

Employees were playing Quidditch on the lawn, riding broomsticks, throwing footballs at each other, and a man with a golden ball on his head simulated a Snitch running around the field.Lucy didn't even know that this was an exercise method thought up by an otaku. Everything was modeled on the "Quidditch" competition system in Harry Potter, except that it couldn't fly, which was pretty similar.

Lucy looked at the scene in front of her and felt happy from the bottom of her heart.Since the establishment of Titans, they were struggling for a while at the beginning. The unfinished insurance policies of the Stark Foundation and Orion Company were all handled by Titans. Starting from the familiar field really allowed Lucy to quickly adapt to the new environment. The company still has new employee relations, and the employees of the various departments below have also had a period of running-in.

Lucy also discovered the problem at the same time: there are too many people who don't know why aliens are coming.Most people's reports say that I was eating and watering flowers in the morning and my girlfriend was making a fuss, and then a group of ugly aliens came, the Avengers flew around and fought the aliens, my home ruined.justice?I don't know who is righteous, but the Avengers are mostly human, so I guess they are just.

There's even a group of fanatical aliens who think aliens are friendly and negotiable, and the Avengers ruin everything.

There are also some people (these people are even surprising in number) who really think that it was Tony Stark who did some experiments that attracted the attacks of aliens, because the Stark Foundation’s response to claims is too fast, And it was Stark who rushed into the big hole with the nuclear bomb at the end, and most importantly, the aliens opened the wormhole from above the Stark Tower.

Millennium correct Steve, ten thousand years blame Stark.

Lucy silently lit a candle for Tony.

Almost half a year has passed since the Great War in New York, and most people only saw the war without knowing the reason. This provided a fertile soil for countless conspiracy theories and negative speculations.

After processing the last batch of insurance policies, Lucy knew that it couldn't go on like this.

"I don't see any difference between after the dissolution and before the dissolution." Tony tapped his fingers on the table irritably.

The waitress took the milk jug and smiled and asked if I needed more, Tony waved his hand, and the waiter left politely, with blond hair hanging down to his waist, and Tony glanced at the beautiful curve unconsciously, the waiter asked around , turned on the TV.

"It's about the legality and the illegality. It's about who the next time you guys go out and fight we can define it as a rescue and not a street fight."

Lucy was a little annoyed, and it wasn't the first time she'd been annoyed by Tony's intransigence.

"There is a saying in China called division is famous. Have you heard of it? The rescue power of the Avengers is unmatched by many groups, but its destructive power is also amazing. Judging from the results, it is completely hurting a thousand enemies now. Eight hundred. If we can't determine the legitimacy of the Avengers, we're no different than those world-wrecking bastards."

Tony didn't speak anymore, but he could be heard angrily expressing dissatisfaction: "It sounds like having a legal organization background is like having a talisman."

"Think about the Flying Ramen God Sect, their priests can use the church to officiate weddings now." Lucy joked.

The Flying Ramen Sect claims that the main god they believe in is a flying spaghetti monster. The meaning of the creators' establishment of this religion is to use this ridiculous religion to mock those religions that really claim that God created the world.This sect originated as a rebellious joke, but because of its registration, it became a real "religion" and even had its own church and priest.

Lucy softened her tone: "Tony, this world has its own laws of operation, it is not your child's toy, let you do whatever you want, even if you want to be nice to it, you have to play the game within its rules, or change it rule."

"Lucy, you sound like one of those fucking Wall Street lawyers." Tony rolled his eyes.

Lucy heard his joking tone, so she didn't care about it, and continued to negotiate patiently: "I will give you the right to make the final decision. What Captain America said just now is to anger you, and you are the last one who can make the decision by dropping the hammer." People. Your money, you talk."

Giving a date with a stick is the most useful thing for Tony.

"If I say no, do you know what will happen, when the captain comes back, he will look at me like a kindergarten kid and say, 'Oh Tony, how can you be so ignorant, how am I going to face Howard, he handed you over to me? When it was in my hands, you were still such a small ball, you are so good, how did you become like this now'."

Lucy nearly fell off her chair laughing.

"Captain is just concerned about you."

Tony snorted: "Take care of the old and sell the old. He just pointed at me jealously because he couldn't see that there were so many supermodels around me and didn't leave any of them for him."

Lucy called up a schedule and sent it to Tony's mobile phone: "The news of the Avengers' disbandment will be known all over the street in the past few days, and the discussion on the legality of superheroes will continue for a while. When the captain comes back, I will I want him to go on TV on behalf of the Avengers and tell some of the real situation of the New York War... Don't interrupt me, I don't know what offending words you will say with your mouth to let the captain go."

Tony popped a black brinjal into his mouth and chewed it happily, imagining it was Bucky Barnes' smug, smug face.

"and then."

"The sub-department of Titan Corporation will sort out all the materials and turn Titan into an international non-governmental organization. The rescue project department under the organization will launch a brand-new Avengers agreement, and those who sign the agreement can become Avengers."

"It's so troublesome, it sounds like it will take a long time for approval."

"It doesn't take long to have money," hinted Lucy.

Tony laughed: "You disbanded my Avengers, and you still ask me for money?"

With a coquettish tone, Lucy lowered her voice, hoarse like gravel, with a sexiness that she couldn't even perceive: "So, will Daddy Tony give it?"

Tony choked, and hurriedly found a napkin to wipe off the orange juice flowing from the corner of his mouth, so that he wouldn't look like an old man who couldn't take care of himself.

"Don't use that word."

Lucy was a little surprised: "I recently chatted with a few journalist friends, and they said that many people like to call you that."

Yeah, that's what the women I've slept with like to call me when they're flirting in bed.

Tony patted his head, and drove out a pair of lively images from his head: "Anyway, don't use it indiscriminately. You can do this if you want, but you still have a hard bone to chew on."

"S.H.I.E.L.D." Lucy smiled like a hungry wolf seeing prey, "I'm waiting for them."

Tony places a candle in Nick Fury's bald head.

"Come on, Lucy, and wait for your good news."

Tony put down the phone, but what Lucy said made him think for a long time. Indeed, he was too hasty when he set up the Avengers. He didn't consider how many difficulties and influences he had suffered, after all, he paid enough money to make them settle.

But sometimes money can eliminate material losses, but it cannot eliminate resentment. In the eyes of subordinates, I am afraid that I have always been a troublesome boss who makes people hate but has to obey.

Tony smiled helplessly, trying to put these irrelevant things behind him and think about his little technology that could create infinite dollar bills.

But the soap opera that was still playing on the TV in the distance suddenly distorted, and all the TVs suddenly turned into snowflake noise, and then a logo in the shape of two knives wrapped in a circle appeared on the TV.

"Some people call me a terrorist, and I prefer to call myself a teacher..."

A low, hoarse voice came from the TV.

A man with a beard and sunglasses appeared on TV and killed a living person with a few words.

"Years ago I kidnapped Tony Stark, that was my first message to America, and I let him escape, and he made his little steel toy for revenge, thinking he killed the Ten Rings , but in fact, the fire was still alive. We then sent nine more messages to the United States.”

The screen played bomb attack after attack.

Tony gripped the white tablecloth tightly.

"Your President keeps ignoring our messages, so..."

The camera returns to the bearded man, pointing a gun at the head of a blindfolded man kneeling on the ground.

"This man, he's Stark's engineer, he helped Stark make those weapons of his, so... this is the last message."

Gunshots rang out.

People watching in front of the TV screamed.

The engineer fell to the ground, blood bubbling from his temples, staining the carpet.

Tony threw the table out, and the cutlery shattered into pieces. Tony stepped over with a livid face, with the determination to fight to the death.

Hell's Kitchen has returned to its usual calm, as if the horror that once enveloped it never existed. The New York that has just snowed has a cold breath. The cold wind grabbed people's feet from the ground like monster tentacles, bringing a bone-chilling chill.

The Nelson Murdoch law firm has reopened in a bleak atmosphere, but the former trio is gone.

"Fighting for the people" is still the philosophy of this small law firm, which means that even if they became the hero who brought down Fisk, they even appeared on the headlines of major newspapers no less than ten times. Now it is still only possible to accept some lawsuits from the poor, making ends meet every day.

Matthew put down the phone. He called for a long time, and the other party was busy.

Fudge saw his old friend showing that slightly frustrated expression again, and comforted him: "Since that Lucy entered Titan, she has been busy without touching the ground. You have to go to Titan headquarters to stop her."

"If I were to manage those troublesome Avengers, I would be too busy." Matthew showed the helpless smile of being caught, "I still have Mrs. Carlito's case?" Done."

He was talking about a case entrusted by an old Mexican lady, almost no different from voluntary support. The only legal fee the old lady can pay is ten cans of special Mexican chili sauce. No one wants to touch that kind of spicy stuff.

Fudge picked his ears, and said in that "I really don't understand you" tone: "Don't tell me that you plan to sit here and work overtime and don't want to go to Titan headquarters to find her on a date, don't, buddy, for work you can Give up such a good girl? Come on!"

Fudge pulled out the case, locked it in his drawer, and began to coax Matthew.

Matthew smiled and blocked it: "Okay, I'll go right away."

Fudge put on his scarf and planned to leave. Generally, law firms would be empty by three or four o'clock in the afternoon. In this cold weather, he still wanted to go home and be with the barbecued meatballs and junk food.

This is the tragic situation of a small law firm.

Fudge left, then turned back and poked his head through the door: "Don't forget to send flowers. Take her down!"

Matthew threw a roll of toilet paper, but after Fudge left, he couldn't resist calling the flower shop around the corner.

"Yes, roses, for the girl." Matthew said, someone knocked on the door of the law firm, and Matthew got up to look at the door. There was a courier standing outside. He didn't realize that Matthew was blind.

"Karen Page's courier." The courier said, "Are you her colleague? You can sign for her. I have been to the door several times, but no one can be contacted. This courier was sent by herself. The above It says it will be delivered three days ago."

"Yes." Matthew's mouth was dry. He tried his best not to think about it, but every time someone reminded him that there was a happy time in his life that Karen brought.He signed his name on the courier.

He opened the package and took out Karen's "inheritance", which was a recording pen.

Matthew realized that this was Karen's own last words, and grief hit him instantly. Karen knew that she would die a long time ago, or she had already prepared for it.

It took a lot of effort for Matthew to turn on the recorder and press the play button.

"Mrs. Wistan, did your son come to see you this week?" Karen's voice, followed by a slurred answer from an older woman, which they had all heard, which Karen took as part of Fisk's murder. The evidence survived.Presumably, Karen was afraid that the evidence would be taken away, so she copied many copies to ensure that one copy could be kept.

Matthew pressed the fast forward button, and the recording entered the next track.

"I went to the nursing home and met Fisk's mother. I knew what I wanted to know. I... I was so scared." Karen broke down and cried from the recorder, "I saw a surveillance camera in the nursing home. Yes, I must have been exposed. Fortunately, Mrs. Wistan has Alzheimer's disease, let me pray that she will not tell her son that I have been there. The monitoring will be replaced every two weeks..."

Karen Page was sitting in the car, crying and pressing the recording button. She held the steering wheel and cried sobbingly. The fear of death swallowed her instantly, and she was really scared.

But what can she do, Lucy is right, she can't bring Ulik here, and he has a terminally ill wife, Matthew and Fudge will definitely stop her, but this is the only way now.

Karen Page raised her head, stared straight at the road ahead, and started the car again.

Lucy may be right about one thing, this is a personal enmity between her and Fisk, so it should be resolved in a private enmity, without involving other people.

She drove back to the law firm, copied all the recordings into the computer, and then stuffed the recording pen into a small box.She saw the mirror that was broken by Lucy. She straightened her hair in front of the mirror, put a layer of powder on her eyes to cover the red and swollen eye circles, and threw the mirror into the trash can. I took the small box and walked into the night in Hell's Kitchen.

PS: Regarding the content about employee Quidditch, Americans have really played the real version of Quidditch. Search keywords: Google, Quidditch.There are still people playing in Silicon Valley now.

PS2: The Flying Ramen Sect is simply the greatest religion of this century. It is actually a product used by atheists to attack other religions. The key is that it has successfully registered as an official religion.He declares that our main god is a spaghetti monster.If other religions say that you are so ridiculous, the Feitian Ramen Sect can fight back and say that everyone is registered, as if your god is not ridiculous.Baidu is very fun.