Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 75
"Hey, kid."

As soon as Colt got off the bus, he was surrounded by a group of young gangsters.

I sighed secretly in my heart, I have been spending more time in Hell's Kitchen recently, and I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet?
He took out a disposable mobile phone from his pocket, ready to dial the unique number.

However, at this moment, a harsh car horn sounded.

A patrol car who seemed to be approaching old age happened to pass by in his patrol car.

"It's unlucky." The group of young people spat, turned and left.

After looking at Colt's clothes, the old policeman got out of the car.

"This is not a good place for you gentlemen to take a walk."

"I'm not a nobleman." Colt looked at each other.

"Here you are." The old patrolman said, "Get in the car first."

Frowning, but after thinking for a moment, Colt followed the other party into the co-pilot.

"Hmph." The old policeman laughed, "Don't you want to try it in the back seat?"

"Forgive me, I'm not interested in the criminal's feelings." Colt replied.

"What are you doing here?" the old policeman asked, he thought for a while, "Mike, my name."

"Colt."

"Okay Colt, you shouldn't be here." Old Mike took a sip from the bottle of Coke in the car, "They said I was a little too fat and wouldn't let me drink it at home, so I could only patrol It was time to sneak a couple of gulps."

"Usually the object of this kind of talk is wine."

"Ha." Old Mike laughed, "Who says no? But you haven't answered my question yet."

"Is this an interrogation?"

"It's up to you, but I think it probably doesn't count?" Old Mike replied with a smile.

"I'm here to find someone." Colt replied, "I'm a student at New York University School of Law, and I'm doing an internship with Lawyer Matt."

"Law school?" Old Mike stared at him for a moment, "You look a little young."

Colt tilted his head without answering.

"Okay, Matt." The old Mike sighed, "If you really follow him as an intern, please help persuade him, neither you nor he should continue to stay in Hell's Kitchen."

"I don't even understand why he has worked so hard, spent so much money, and read so many books, why does he have to go back to this shitty place? Is he drinking high-end wine with those elites on Wall Street, hugging Isn't it a good life with pretty girls?" he said, "and Matt... well, why should he stay here?"

"I don't know," Colt replied, "but I think it probably has some special meaning to him."

"Feelings are useless." Old Mike spat, "If I had money, I would have slipped away. Who would stay here?"

"Okay boy." Old Mike's patrol car stopped in front of the building that looked a little cleaner, "Go in."

Looking at Colt who thanked himself and then left, he shouted again: "Be careful when you leave, I won't look at you every time."

Looking at Colt who nodded to him, Old Mike rolled his eyes, closed the car window, and then looked up at the gloomy sky: "It's bad weather, I don't know when it will snow."

……

"Are you here?" Matt heard the sound of Colt pushing the door in early.

"A piece of apple pie?" Fergie was stuffing a piece of apple pie into his mouth on a disposable plate.

"No." Colt shook his head, "I don't like too sweet."

"That's a pity, you just refused one-eighth of the legal fees." Fergie threw the plate into the trash can.

"Transaction fee?" Colt turned to look at Matt.

Matt tilted his head: "You know, most people in Hell's Kitchen don't have the money to pay agency fees."

Thinking of the experience just now, Colt closed his eyes and sighed.

"Were you sent by the police car just now?" Matt asked after thinking about it.

"Yes, I met a group of thugs who robbed me on the road and was rescued by a patrolman." Colt replied.

"Old Mike, right?" Matt laughed, "I said you smell like Coke."

"He's been around here for years as a patrolman," Matt thought for a moment, then added, "Longer than me."

"He seems to want to persuade you to leave." Colt hesitated for a moment, but said the matter.

"Ah, yeah, he's said it himself several times." Matt looked up to the window, even though he couldn't see anything.

The afterglow of the setting sun spills into the office a little bit through the blinds.

"He's a nice guy," Matt said abruptly.

"Hell's Kitchen, there are a lot of black cops." He thought for a while, "But old Mike is not, he has been patrolling here for decades, well, if he is really a black cop, he probably won't patrol for dozens of years." years."

"It's really rare." Colt followed, "Living in the quagmire."

"Yeah." Matt also sighed, "Even people who live in the sun, there are so many hidden filth and stench, let alone people who live in the darkest depths."

"Perhaps there are such fools, so it's not rotten here?"

"Who knows?"

"Your computer." Foggy walked in with his notebook in hand.

"Are you ready?" Matt raised his dull eyes and "looked" at him.

Foggy patted his stomach: "You can't waste the commission fee, right?"

……

Go back to Matt's house.

Colt hung up the photos on the whiteboard, and then marked their connections with a pen.

"Did you find anything?" He looked back at the other two.

"I thought you were the smartest?" said Fergie.

Colt shook his head: "Well, it seems that the skills on TV are not that useful."

"You learned it from watching TV?" Fergie was stunned, "I thought you were a professional."

"I think the effect of such a connection should be similar to that of a virtual projection?" Colt thought for a while and answered seriously, "But maybe there is no relationship between them."

He hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Could this kind of case be related to someone with mind control?"

"Mind control?" Matt frowned, "Why do you ask that?"

Not knowing how to explain what Reed left for him, Colt had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "That's what I thought. After all, if there is mind control ability, then these might make sense?"

"Mind control..." Matt murmured.

After a while, he finally spoke, but Colt felt that his voice was a bit strange: "If you want to talk about this kind of case, there is indeed a suspect."

"Who?"

"Zebudia Kilgrave."

"Isn't he dead?" Fergie exclaimed.

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　　reed richards

　　AKA: Mister Fantastic

　　The smartest person in Marvel (even though Xiao Wa claims to be smarter, but it has never been proven), he knows almost all the knowledge of current human technology, and even magic, in his opinion, is just a kind that has not yet been mastered by him. knowledge from another dimension.

　　ability.

　　The cosmic ray radiation from the solar storm allows him to stretch and extend any part of his body at will, and at the same time brings him super plasticity and strong defense ability. Only when he relaxes his body control, the scalpel or Only the sharpness of a needle point can penetrate his body.

　　Reed was trained in hypnotism, and he was also a judo master.

　　Due to the plasticity from his body, he can change his face to any other man with the same hair color, eye color and other characteristics as himself.

　　Reed is a very humanitarian character, which means that in most conflicts, he will prefer to use soft means such as verbal communication to solve the problem first, rather than resorting to violence from the beginning.

　　PS:

　　1. The abilities of the first-generation Fantastic Four correspond to one of the classic four elements, and Reed corresponds to water.

　　2. Reed believes in God, but he does not worship God, he just regards God as a higher level of life form.

　　3. Reed failed the driver's license test 4 times! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

　　Most of the above information comes from the Marvel Wiki.

　　Subsequent character cards, if not explicitly stated, will also come from the Marvel Wiki.

　　
　
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