Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

The dust has settled.

Time, eight o'clock in the evening.

Exactly 10 minutes had passed since the riot started and ended.

But in this short period of 10 minutes, the guests attending the reception deeply felt what it means to be in a world of ice and fire, and their emotions were ups and downs, as if they had experienced a thrilling theatrical performance immersively.

"Is there an ambulance at the door..."

Mosley was just about to communicate with his subordinates when he heard Darryl Richardson's question.

"Have!"

Mosley nodded: "We arranged..."

"Then hurry up and let the medical staff come in to save people!!"

Daryl yelled, and finally remembered his responsibility as the governor.

Without being reminded by anyone, he took the initiative to step forward quickly, stood at the speaking position at the reception, picked up the microphone of the protagonist, and calmed people's hearts:

"Everyone, all the terrorists who appeared at this reception have been wiped out, we are safe!"

Everyone secretly rolled their eyes, and you still need to say it.

"Tonight is the night of heroes!"

Darryl's next sentence stunned everyone.

Except for the few people who had followed Darryl before, everyone still couldn't figure out why Darryl stood up to speak after the attack.

"Twenty to 10 minutes before the reception, the FBI received intelligence that someone would carry out a terrible terrorist attack at the scene... After confirmation, the news is true."

Darryl's tone became heavy.

As a politician, he has a high ability to tell lies with his eyes open, and he has the ability to make up reasonable stories to praise himself in a very short period of time.

"I should have stood up to end the reception, but time was running out, and the terrorists arrived at the scene even earlier than us. Once the reception was stopped, the terrorists might launch an attack earlier. For this reason, I had to urgently mobilize manpower against them..."

"Fortunately, the result was perfect, we successfully defeated them!"

"First of all, I must thank the fighters who fought against the terrorists, they are heroes!"

The more Darryl talked, the more he devoted himself, his expression excited, and he raised his hand.

Wesley and the others, who were wearing the uniform of the reception staff, were instantly stunned.

Are we heroes now?

"Secondly, I would also like to thank everyone present. You have unparalleled courage. You did not back down in this confrontation with the terrorists. You have made due contributions to the eradication of terrorists. Everyone is duty-bound..."

"We are all heroes!!"

When Darryl said this, he was extremely excited, as if he believed it.

offstage.

The thunderous applause continued for several minutes, almost exceeding the time for the terrorists to attack.

Amidst the passionate speech, everyone applauded and rolled their eyes.

What about fooling the ghost?

There are almost no fools among the guests who are eligible to participate in this reception.

Many people are even well aware of Wilson Fisk's true identity.

Otherwise, they would not come to flatter the stinky feet of an ordinary real estate builder.

Is that the man you called?

That's probably Jin Bing's subordinate and security guard at the reception, right?

Justin Hammer squinted slightly, but kept moving his hands, with a faint smile on his face.

We survived and were named heroes.

You've got the votes and you're re-elected.

Everyone has a bright future.

at this time.

The FBI agents and medical staff who rushed into the venue were stunned.

Wasn't it attacked by terrorists?

Why are you so happy?

……

Glass railing on the second floor.

David and Wilson stood side by side, looking down from a height overlooking the scene on the first floor.

The high-spirited Darryl was talking and waving his hands, using the convention and exhibition center that had just been hit by bullets as his speech venue, and the reception guests in the audience were his audience.

Darryl's words rang in Wilson's ears, and he was unmoved at all.

"David, you did a great job this time. When I was your age, I was far behind you."

He nodded slightly, without concealing his appreciation, then looked at the Mr. Governor in the audience, and said with a smile: "Darryl is very satisfied with our arrangement, and he does not reject our kindness, which is a good thing."

"Things have come to this point, he has no other choice but to stand up and turn bad things into good things."

David said lightly: "Wilson, I will leave the rest to you. Take care of this matter. From today onwards, you will not only be the underground king of New York, but also rule the entire East Coast."

"I didn't understand until now, you seem to be dismissive of the underground kingdom you created."

Wilson turned his head and asked the long-standing doubts:

"why?"

"I have other things to do."

David squeezed his fists and said without hesitation: "Besides, I don't like to show my face in public. You are enough in the underground world."

"Something else?"

Wilson frowned, thinking of Fiske Pharmaceuticals, which David invested in, and the research content of Fiske Pharmaceuticals, he thought about it, but didn't ask any more questions.

The history of the extraordinary power of the Marvel world can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago.

For modern society, super soldiers like Captain America also appeared during World War II. Therefore, human superpowers are not a secret.

Although Wilson did not agree with David's point of view, after training himself, he reached the limit of the human body, and even broke the limit, so he can be regarded as a half superpower.Based on his own situation, he would not deny David's ideas.

Anyway, even if David handed over the name of Pushkin to himself, this huge underground kingdom would not lose his share.

After all, the two have the same last name.

……

After a while.

Wilson met Darryl Richardson in the conference room.

"Wilson Fisk, give me an explanation."

Darryl's tone changed instantly.

He looked at the huge man in front of him coldly, his attitude was very tough, his heart was honest, and he carried the arrogance of a superior.

"Mr. Governor, you are no stranger to that group of terrorists..."

Wilson shook his head slightly, pressed the communicator in his hand: "Bring her in."

she?

Darryl froze.

crunch--

The door of the conference room was pushed open. To Darryl's surprise, it was Andre who caught his eye first.

Of course, in Darryl's eyes, Andre is Pushkin.

"Pushkin, how could it be you?"

Darryl was taken aback, then frowned: "Are you in an alliance with Wilson?"

"No, it's not an alliance, it's a merger."

Andre smiled and said willingly: "From now on, there will be only one voice left on the east coast, and that is Jin Bin."

"Jin Bin?"

Darryl suddenly turned his head and looked at Wilson in front of him. The contempt in his eyes disappeared, and a trace of solemnity appeared: "So, you are playing tricks?"

"Wrong, it was her."

Wilson raised a finger.

Darryl's eyes followed the direction of his fingers, and fell on Susan, who was completely controlled.

At this time, Susan looked dull and numb, like a doll that had lost its mind.

"who is she?"

Daryl was expressionless.

A young girl that a man will always like, he is not interested in a doll that looks like an old woman.

"CIA retiree, now a special advisor to the CIA. My men interrogated her... Of course, we used a little trick."

Wilson said: "In short, she not only admitted her identity as a CIA consultant, but also lied to herself, commanded the black operation commando beyond her authority, and intentionally disrupted social order for her own benefit. Crime, she should accept the country's most severe punishment."

"Black ops commando?"

Darryl frowned first, then eased his brows.

Although they are CIA agents, in terms of the nature of black operations, and they are under the watchful eyes of the public, they are regarded as terrorists.

At this point, no one will stand up and clarify.

As early as the moment the operation failed, the agents were completely abandoned without hesitation.

Besides, Wilson had already arranged everything.

He wittily threw all the blame on Susan, and used Susan to warn the senior management of the CIA headquarters.

On the one hand, it acts as a deterrent.

On the other hand, it can be regarded as selling a small favor from the CIA, sending a signal of friendship.

Of course, to really realize all this, there is still one last step left.

That is the need for an executor.

"You want me to report to the president in the name of a terrorist, and use the content of your interrogation to put pressure on the CIA to give up their black operations on the East Coast."

Darryl is a politician, he understands the twists and turns, and he is undoubtedly the ideal executor.

"I'll just say it, what can I get?"

After he realized that Wilson wanted something from him, his attitude became calm again.

"Now the entire east coast, including New York, is gold and one voice, and you know what that means..."

Wilson said slowly: "It means that you can get more dividends than before. This number is at least five times that of before. In addition, the entire East Coast will become your vote bank. You know how many people I can influence." .”

"You are really smart."

Darryl was instantly convinced that this was indeed what he wanted.

He sighed with emotion, showing the most sincere smile ever since he met Wilson, and extended his palm warmly.

"Then, happy cooperation!"

"Yes."

Wilson shook hands with him: "Our cooperation will be very pleasant, Mr. Governor."