Daisy in the Marvel Universe

I had been wearing gloves before, so my fingerprints would not be found at the scene. Several gangsters were killed, and given the inefficiency of the New York police, they would not come to me to measure the smoke reaction.

Returning to the apartment, he still lay on the sofa, his mind numb, and he endured the discomfort caused by his first murder.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. I don't intend to cause trouble, but trouble comes to my door instead.

After taking a few deep breaths, she patted her cheek, cheered up, took out her computer, entered the Internet, and searched for the location provided by the tattooed man.

The other party was very vigilant. This was a blind spot for the camera. She searched around and found no obvious signs of entry or exit.

Mrs. Gao is one of the five fingers of the Hand. She is an elder who was expelled from the holy land of Kunlun. She looks old and can be knocked down by a gust of wind. In fact, she has lived for more than four hundred years and is a proper Ming Dynasty person.

Proficient in using "qi" to knock boulders away from the air, these are Mrs. Gao's abilities. Four hundred years of traveling to every corner of the world have made her proficient in all martial arts. With the blessing of "Qi", her strength, speed, and reflexes will increase dramatically.

Daisy didn't want to provoke this kind of enemy, but the two sides had already met, and all the men sent by the other party had been killed, so she was highly suspicious.

What's more, Mrs. Gao is not a policeman. She doesn't talk about evidence, only the results.

Daisy wants to take a preemptive strike, even if she can't kill this old thing, she still has to drive her out of New York.

In the next few days, she deliberately used telescopes to observe the area from a distance. The other party was very secretive, but it would always leave traces.

Not surprisingly, this is a "washing powder" processing factory. The interior space is probably very large. There is only a small door on the outside, and there are two big men guarding the door with microflush. It can be said that it is heavily guarded.

Every night at midnight, the small door opens, and a blind man carrying a satchel stumbles to deliver goods. This is Mrs. Gao's business in New York.

Looking at the deliveryman's gouged eyes, Daisy was filled with anger. This old thing deserves to die!

She didn't act rashly. It was the Punisher who liked to be a lone hero, not her.

I have been an ordinary citizen in my previous life, and I don’t want to be a hero in this life.

Daisy asks for help from the police.

Although there were more bad police officers in New York than she had ever seen, there were still a few good ones.

She did not use hacking techniques, but relied on the list on the police station's external website to start screening.

George Stacy is the Commissioner of the New York Police Department, Gwen Stacy's father, and the future father-in-law of Spider-Man.

Originally this was a good helper, but unfortunately, because of his high authority, he often went out for meetings. Daisy could not see this person at all using conventional means.

She only remembered one of the famous upright police officers, Big Daddy, but unfortunately he had left his job.

After picking and choosing, they finally targeted Patrolman Brett Mahoney, who was born in Hell's Kitchen. This black man was one of the few police officers who did not collect illegal money.

He is a friend of Daredevil and a good cop determined to maintain order in Hell's Kitchen.

Daisy has also seen him. After all, his predecessor was considered one of the indigenous people, but he was not familiar with him.

Brett walked past the corner of the street, and Daisy adjusted her frequency slightly to make herself look particularly friendly and trustworthy, and then walked over quickly.

"Hey, Mr. Police Officer." She looked a little panicked, as if she had seen her savior again.

"I recognize you, what's the matter?" The black policeman saw her face and thought for a moment. In their eyes, all Chinese Americans looked similar. If Daisy wasn't really beautiful, he wouldn't have recognized her at all.

Daisy looked around cautiously, then lowered her voice and said: "I found a processing factory. They use disabled people to manufacture and sell, and it is very large..."

Brett initially wanted to scold her for talking nonsense. This kind of case was not something a little girl could get involved in, but the good impression caused by Daisy's vibration frequency made him endure and listen.

After hearing this, Brett was sweating profusely. Whether this matter was true or not, it would be difficult to handle. After all, he was a patrolman.

Although it was a bit unbelievable, he still told the truth frankly: "I am just a patrolman. If your information is confirmed and you need to go back to the police station to report the crime, can I take you there?"

Why should I contact you when I can go to the police station to report the crime? Reporting the crime on the front foot, someone on the back foot tipped off the news, and Daisy once again expressed sympathy for the black man's intelligence.

But she couldn't tell the black patrol officer directly that the New York Police Department was full of corruption.

"Aren't you talking about evidence? You and I will go to the scene tonight to take a look. After all, I have no firearms and no fighting ability..." Daisy began to pretend to be pitiful.

Brett thought about it and thought it made sense. Now he simply reported it. If the news was true, everything would be easy. If it was false, he would be in trouble.

At this time, go to the scene to see whether the news is true or false. No matter how the final decision is made, his credit will not be lost.

Even upright people need to be promoted. Who wants to be a patrolman for the rest of his life?

After taking a look at Daisy, she indeed looked like a delicate girl, and immediately nodded in agreement.

Late at night, Daisy and the black patrolman hid in a small building. Two hundred meters away was Mrs. Gao's washing powder processing factory.

"Is that the factory you're talking about? It doesn't look very big." Bright asked.

Daisy smiled, feeling overwhelmed with intelligence. "Look at its building height. It's one meter higher than an ordinary house. Don't you think there's a problem? I've calculated the electricity supply and drinking water consumption nearby. Here's the answer: There must be a large underground space, and it is conservatively estimated that there could be hundreds of people."

While the two were talking, the small door opened, and a thin man held a blind stick and knocked on the ground with a "dah" sound, and slowly walked out.

In the dim night, the blind man staggered forward with a large bag slung across his body.

As a good friend of Daredevil, Bright has seen a blind man, and he can tell that this man is really blind.

"Is this guy the freight guy you're talking about? Why...?"

Daisy sneered: "Why use blind people? Blind people will not be searched, and even if they are caught, they will not be severely punished. Moreover, they are not born blind..."

Brett saw it with his own eyes and had no doubts in his mind.

If a few blind people opened a massage parlor, it would be impossible to hire two burly men to stand guard at the door. There must be something wrong behind that small door.

Daisy drew another schematic diagram for him: "The blind man will get on the bus at the second intersection ahead. I don't know where the bus will take him."

She provided few clues, but they all pointed out one thing. This was a major case, and there were a series of people behind the scenes including manufacturing, processing, and sales who needed to be arrested.

The black patrolman looked at her, and Daisy nodded with a sense of justice.

"If it is as you said, this matter is too big for the branch to solve." He said hesitantly.

"Do you think the news will leak?" Daisy asked.

The black patrolman nodded. No one is a fool. Policemen who collect illegal money will always show some flaws. As colleagues, they can see it, but no one exposes this fact.