Daisy in the Marvel Universe

Frank's matter is over, at least it has nothing to do with her anymore.

She didn't know that Frank had been silently observing her all the way from her "car wash" to her final visit.

From his age, appearance, height, to the way he works, he had to look at everything carefully.

Frank made a phone call after she walked away.

There was a deep voice on the other side: "Old man, I've heard everything about you. I'm sorry. There was no warning in advance. If you need me to do anything, just ask."

Frank remained expressionless. After a long time, he said hoarsely: "Don't mind my business."

His words had several meanings. He refused the other party's help and did not want to be interfered by the authorities.

The person on the other side understood what he meant and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Both parties fell into silence. Just when the other party was about to hang up, Frank said again: "Nick, I saw a woman who meets your criteria for an adjutant."

"I have found a candidate." The other party rejected him forcefully.

"I'll tell you the information, it's up to you whether you need it or not." Frank quickly told a lot of identity information, then hung up the phone, looked at Baiyun, and thought of his family's infinite sadness in his heart.

Daisy didn't know that her information was recorded on the desk by someone who was interested. She was so poor that she really didn't know where to go and could only go back to school.

However, after staying for ten minutes, he ran out again.

She has a natural conflict with these white girls, and she was able to restrain herself in her previous life. Now that she has superpowers, the Russian gangsters can kill them all. A few girls are nothing!

Daisy's daily dress consists of cropped pants, socks, and canvas shoes, with part of her ankle exposed, which not only makes her legs look longer, but also adds a bit of skinny. Ten years later, both men and women will dress like this on the street, and she thinks it is normal.

But in the eyes of those white girls, they look very different. They are still in the era of big fat pants, hip-hop style, long socks, and thick-soled shoes.

A white girl felt that her clothing did not comply with school regulations and wanted to talk to her about "the rules."

Daisy threw her big mouth away with a "pop", and then relied on her strong physical fitness to knock down a group of people with three punches and two kicks, and walked out with her bag on her back.

Wandering on the street, I checked my wallet again. Do I really want to work?

Facing the bustling streets of Manhattan and watching the people coming and going, she didn't know where to go for a while.

Walking to the convenience store where the black girl worked, Daisy felt no psychological burden and was planning to treat her best friend to a treat at noon and have a good meal.

Just as I passed a street corner, I saw four women running out of a Japanese restaurant like crazy, followed by more men chasing after them with knives and sticks.

Daisy can only understand a few words, such as Baga and so on. As for other Japanese, it is like a bible.

But as luck would have it, her location was on the path that several people must pass by.

The woman who ran away first desperately gestured to her to run away.

The Japanese in the back were yelling.

From the Hand? Her first reaction was Hand Club, but it didn't look like it. The Japanese men didn't look like they had received rigorous training. Their steps were sloppy, their breathing was disordered, and they looked a bit like they had been drained by alcohol and sex.

The woman who escaped first was in messy clothes and had a pretty face. She just had a slap mark on her face and blood on the corner of her mouth, but she still insisted on running out. The remaining women were also in various embarrassments.

"Baga!" I saw a little crew chief grabbing the hair of the last woman, pulling her down violently, picking up the bat in his hand and hitting her.

It was no longer appropriate for Daisy to watch the excitement. She flew forward, kicked the little boy away, and picked up the opponent's bat. She didn't have any fighting skills, but it was still easy to beat several little Japanese with her enhanced physical fitness. of.

After being smashed and kicked, the Japanese were no match at all, lying on the ground in a mess.

"Let's go!" Seeing that someone was about to rush out again, Daisy heard the sound of bullets being loaded, and she hurriedly summoned the girls to run with her.

As a native of Hell's Kitchen, she was familiar with the terrain here. She led a few Japanese women around and escaped the pursuers before stopping.

"It's safe for now." She can run non-stop in the underground city for a whole day. This amount of exercise is not even a warm-up for her, but it is considered high-intensity exercise for several Japanese women.

Several people hugged each other, still unable to believe the fact that they were saved.

The leading woman looked at Daisy with a hint of admiration in her eyes. She stammered her thanks in English and bowed after saying a few words.

Daisy could only nod in return. The woman's English was not very good, and she finally understood the whole story even while talking and gesticulating.

I have to say that the Japanese are cruel to outsiders, and they are also cruel to their own people. A few college students dreaming of the American dream were tricked into being treated as untouchable.

When they saw something was wrong, they ran away.

As a result, they were discovered as soon as they ran to the door. Several people struggled to move the debris at the door. When they ran out, there were already pursuers behind them. If Daisy hadn't been there today, they would have definitely been captured and taken back. They wouldn't have been able to escape after being beaten so hard. What's more, The tragedy is yet to come.

Daisy was a little strange and asked the leading woman: "You said your name is Maki? Maki Matsumoto?"

"Yes, I was too embarrassed to say my previous name. I am called this name now. Please take care of me." Maki Matsumoto bowed again.

"What major did you major in? Have you graduated?"

"The legal profession."

Daisy was a little surprised, this guy could be considered a celebrity in the future.

Maki Matsumoto, a lawyer, is untouchable and meets all three characteristics. If there were no Daisy today, she would have witnessed Kingpin's Bullseye's wanton killing one day in the future. From then on, she became crazy obsessed with Bullseye and called herself Ms. Bullseye.

Although not as high as Shockwave Girl, she is still a second-tier character.

But now that she doesn't have that experience, there's a question mark as to whether she can become a cold-blooded killer.

Daisy sent a few people to the Japanese embassy, ​​but whether they returned to China or not had nothing to do with her.

The remaining three Japanese women bowed to her and thanked her, leaving their addresses for her one by one, hoping that if she went to Japan, she could give them a chance to thank them.

Only Maki Matsumoto remained where she was, bowing deeply to Daisy.

"Is something wrong?" She was now afraid that the other party would ask her to borrow money, which would be too embarrassing.

"Ms. Johnson, I am willing to stay and be your retainer!" Her voice was loud, and several Japanese women and consuls who had not gone far showed expressions that were true.

Daisy had a mouthful of old blood and couldn't help spitting it out. What age is it that she still has a retainer?

She waved her hands and said, "I'm just an ordinary person. I have nothing worthy of service. You should return to the country according to Mr. Consul's arrangements. Your parents are probably worried about you too."

Maki Matsumoto bowed again, "I am a shame to the family. I am blind and blind. I am a fool who can only daydream. Please take me in!"

Another ninety-degree bow, and then he didn't get up.