Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 78 Three Gunshots
New York in December.

The temperature was already very low. In the gloomy weather, the pedestrians all wrapped up their coats and walked quickly.

Kilgrave walks the streets of Hell's Kitchen smiling, arm in arm with his new girlfriend.

"It's getting cold," Kilgrave said, and he helped his companion rewrap the loose scarf. "Be careful not to catch a cold."

The girl remained silent, just following Kilgrave's movements and slowly continued to move forward.

"Want to eat something?" Looking at a restaurant on the street, Kilgrave raised his hand and looked at his watch. "It's almost time for lunch."

He looked at the girl with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry baby, I forgot to book a good restaurant."

There was no reply.

"But it doesn't matter." Kilgrave said, "Actually, there are many good restaurants in Hell's Kitchen."

After speaking, he led the girl into the Mexican restaurant in front of him.

Looking at the noisy diners in the restaurant, Kilgrave frowned.

"Okay everyone." He said, and with his words, the whole restaurant fell into an eerie silence, "I think you should finish eating, now, please check out immediately and leave, I hope to have a quiet environment .”

The customers stood up, lined up in an orderly manner, and came to the bar to start paying.

"Okay baby, we can eat right away." Kilgrave reached out his hand and gently stroked the girl's face.

Looking at the restaurant with only two customers left, Kilgrave found a seat with satisfaction.

He picked up the menu and looked at it: "Okay, you can order whatever you want, and bring what you are best at."

……

"I sift through the latest missing persons list of the New York Police and found the most recent missing person who is the most suitable target for the Purple Man." Colt pasted the photo on the whiteboard. Although Matt couldn't see it, there was an extra Jesse after all. Card.

"Blond hair and blue eyes." Jessica glanced at the photo, "Very beautiful, looks like his hobby."

"Ruby Monroe, twenty-one," Colt said. "Charity worker."

"The charity she works for is currently working to improve the quality of life of the elderly and orphans in Hell's Kitchen." Colt read out Ruby's message, "I suspect that she was killed by Kilgrave during her work." Watched."

"That doesn't help us find Kilgrave's hideout." Jessica looked at Ruby's work schedule, "She's been running all over Hell's Kitchen, and we can't figure out where she was targeted. And this time the guy obviously wasn't limited to committing crimes in one area, after all, the previous victim had nothing to do with Hell's Kitchen."

"Yes." Colt nodded in approval, "You're right, so I really don't have a clue now."

"Judy still won't say it," Matt said. "I can feel her fear. She doesn't want to face that."

"It's normal, it took me a lot of time to get out." Jessica said in a nonchalant tone, but everyone present knew that she was just covering up.

……

"You see, I said it tastes good?" Kilgrave wiped his mouth gracefully with a napkin, then took Ruby on his arm, turned and walked out of the restaurant.

"It looks like it's going to snow." Kilgrave looked up at the gloomy sky, "Speaking of which, it's almost Christmas, baby, do you want any presents?"

While talking, the two walked into a small alley.

"Hmm..." Kilgrave glanced at the somewhat dirty alley, "Sorry, this road is not very good, let's go back."

"Stop!" Three strong men with tattoos embroidered on their arms rushed over, and they saw Kilgrave in high-end clothes from a long distance away.

But soon, they froze in place, probably because Kilgrave's weird purple skin made them feel a little overwhelmed.

At this moment, a sound of brakes sounded behind Kilgrave.

"It's you again!" The door opened, and an angry voice came from the rear.

Old Mike, with one hand on his holster, lashed out at several gang members.

It was only when he passed Kilgrave that he noticed the strange complexion of the robbed man.

Kilgrave looked at the four people who were stunned, and suddenly laughed happily.

"Interesting." His expression was unusually happy.

"Three common Hell's Kitchen punks and one uncommon Hell's Kitchen good cop."

……

"Maybe we should turn to professional counselors, maybe this will make Judy speak." Colt thought for a while, and then suggested.

"That's a way, but who should we turn to?" Matt thought.

"I thought you had a good relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D., shouldn't they have a lot of professional counselors?" Jessica rummaged through the cabinets to find wine, "I remember that guy Fury likes to give psychological evaluations to his subordinates. "

……

"The police caught the bad guys," said Kilgrave, "and the bad guys deserve to be punished."

"Look at them, they have bad attitudes. They don't look like the kind of people who will be arrested obediently, don't they?"

Kilgrave looked at Old Mike happily: "Facing this kind of prisoner, you should show your majesty as a policeman and law enforcement officer in Hell's Kitchen, and let them understand, right?"

Old Mike touched his holster with trembling hands.

"Yes, take it out, that thing is not a display, it should be done to deal with vicious criminals, shouldn't it?" Kilgrave whispered in Old Mike's ear.

Even in winter, even with the biting cold wind, sweat began to slide down Old Mike's temples a little bit.

With trembling hands, he drew his revolver.

"Look, they're going to run away." Kilgrave chuckled, and then he looked up at the three gang members, "Come here, be honest, or you'll shoot!"

"Oh, no!" Kilgrave whispered in Old Mike's ear in an extremely exaggerated tone, "They didn't run away, but rushed over. They're going to attack the police!"

"In this case, shoot, shoot!"

Old Mike raised his gun with trembling hands.

"What are you hesitating about, they are criminals, evil criminals, fast, punish them!"

The muzzle was quivering, but it didn't fire.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot!"

This simple word circulated in Old Mike's mind like a spell.

at last.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Papa papa!" Kilgrave stood on the side of the road and applauded lightly, "Thank you for saving me and my girlfriend from the robbers."

"Plop." Old Mike knelt down in the alley full of sewage. He looked at the pistol still smoking in his hand in a daze and horror, and the three people who fell in a pool of blood in front of him.

Snowing.

　Arrived in Guangzhou, ready to start quarantine, I will take a short rest to overcome the jet lag, there will be no accidents at night, the results of this book are probably like this, everyone still reading, give some support, just recommend tickets

　　


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