Daisy in the Marvel Universe

Daisy put down her fingers, returned the fork to the table, and ended her spiritual suggestion.

"You are still the president. Let James Wesley be the vice president and take over some daily work. I will go to sleep for a while. Call me somewhere."

"Okay, waiter, get a towel and quilt for Miss Johnson." Justin entered the role quickly. Although he bowed without bowing his head, he also positioned himself in the role of a bitch.

Daisy was high up in the sky, flying to California. Former gangster strategist James Wesley took over the job of vice president and spent a busy afternoon non-stop meeting with various executives of Hammer Military Industries, including Daisy and Justin. With the support of others and his own ability, the situation was quickly stabilized.

The people at Hanmer Military Industry have never had a sense of ownership and responsibility, so this lightning-fast change of leadership is not surprising at all.

When he was about to get off work, he received a call. After some hesitation, he decided to go to the appointment.

As the president of Skye Data and Skye Pictures, Mr. James's net worth has exceeded tens of millions through various salary income, equity dividends, and gray income. Now that he has officially entered Hammer Military Industry, his net worth will increase several times. , Daisy is still very generous to her cronies.

He drove a Ford into Hell's Kitchen alone without a bodyguard. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar streets and the eyes that were either angry or frightening, he had mixed feelings in his heart. How many years had he not been back here? It’s only been two years actually, but it feels like a lifetime ago.

Wearing a crisp suit and shiny leather shoes, walking on the sewage-covered road, he felt that he was out of place here.

Pushing open the door of a restaurant, he used to be a frequent visitor to this place and spent even longer time here than at home. However, the interior decoration now made him feel a little confused, as if he had entered a strange place.

Walking down the stairs into the basement, the dim light made him frown slightly. He was not used to everything. The environment that used to be so logical now seemed like torture.

However, he adjusted his suit and gently opened the wooden door of the basement.

From the narrow staircase to the dilapidated wooden door, everything suddenly became clear after opening the wooden door. There was an underground space covering an area of ​​more than 500 square meters, where many gang members were drinking, playing cards and bragging.

When they saw James, a new face, walking in, some people hurriedly pulled out their guns, but there was an old man who knew James and stopped his companions from their reckless behavior.

This seems to be a big deal, and it's best for them soldiers to pretend not to see it.

"James, my friend!" Two meters tall and as strong as a thick wall, Wilson Fisk, a white man called Kingpin by the underworld, slowly approached James with a low voice, a serious expression, and his arms Gave him a hug.

Kingpin was emotionally reserved and his voice was always thick, so it was difficult to judge his likes and dislikes from his external appearance.

James was not worried at all that the other party would kill him, because he had always regarded Kingpin as a friend, and this had never changed. Presumably the other party thought the same way.

Their embrace was quite warm, and there were no scenes of broken muscles or bones, which made the soldiers confused for a while.

Without caring about the opinions of the soldiers below, they walked into Jin Bin's office, or rather James's office in the past.

After two years, James walked into this not-so-large room again. He had mixed feelings. Jin did not destroy the layout here. Everything seemed to stay yesterday.

But there is another man in the office today. He is wearing a blue tight-fitting combat uniform, white wrist guards and white boots. The most eye-catching thing is that there is a target-like disc on his forehead.

The man leaned against the wall and looked at James for a while. He seemed to think he was ordinary and didn't see any special talents.

"James, this is Lester, codenamed Bullseye. Bullseye, this is my best friend James Wesley." Kingpin introduced the two of them.

James tried to shake hands, but Bullseye didn't even look at him, just playing with two cards.

Kingpin frowned slightly, and he motioned for James to sit down. The two of them first talked about their old friendship. Kingpin rarely spoke at such a long length, and in the end he was dry and had to get to the point.

"Will you come back?" Jin Bin's tone was firm and powerful, without any modification.

James is a little uncomfortable with this way of speaking now, so he said it more tactfully: "I still want to continue to prove my worth."

The bullseye on one side let out a "hum" and threw the cards in his hand at the wooden target in the distance. The cards were drawn at a strange angle and directly pierced the target's throat, with no concealed threat.

"James is my friend, you are going too far." Kingpin turned around and yelled angrily, Bullseye lowered his gaze as if nothing had happened.

"Whenever you encounter trouble, you can come to me." Kingpin solemnly promised.

His visit to James this time was not entirely to reminisce and win over, but had more intentions.

Kingpin considered his words: "I came back from Spain and now I need a lot of weapons. I didn't know you..."

James did not refuse his old friend's request. He crossed his fingers on the table and asked, "How many do you want? What kind of weapons do you need?"

"The more, the merrier." Jin didn't know James' current position. He only knew that his subordinates were keeping tabs on him at Hammer Military Industry. They kept tabs on James all afternoon and he didn't come out of the office.

"Haha." James felt a sense of confusion when he saw his old friend and old boss coming to buy arms from him.

"Fisk." He still used the old title: "You give me a number of people who need to be armed, and I will allocate a batch of weapons to you."

Even though it had only been one afternoon, James had already mastered a lot of authority over Hammer Military Industry and could allocate some weapons easily.

He thought it was a trivial matter, but others didn't think so. Bullseye said in a somewhat sinister tone: "Don't you need to ask your new boss for instructions?"

James has been in the gang for most of his life, and he is not a character who allows others to bully him. Although he fights against the scumbags, he knows that Jin will not attack him and will protect him, so he is not afraid of the bullseye at all.

He sneered: "What weapons do you want to buy? Tomahawk missiles? Or Hellfire, Sidewinder? Or a submarine? These things require Miss Johnson's approval. If not, I can make the decision. If you need it, I can still be there Within my authority, I will dispatch two armored personnel carriers and armed helicopters to you, but I don’t think those things are of much use in the streets.”

Jin doesn't need missiles, they are too irritating to the nerves of big shots, and such extreme weapons will not be used in gang wars. As for the submarine, let alone the submarine, he would have no place to use it if it was given to him for free.