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Charles smiled and put away Jessica's business card.

I don't know if it's luck.

Upstairs is Jessica's detective agency.

Jessica Jones, a superpowered human.

When Jessica was a child, the family was driving into a van full of radioactive materials when they collided.

Jessica is exposed to radiation.

She did not die because of this, but gained abilities that were different from ordinary people.

It is mainly reflected in strength.

In addition, Jessica has the ability to fly.

Like a weakened version of the Motherland.

But.

Unlike most superheroes, Jessica is very mournful and drunk every day, just like an ordinary person stuck in the quagmire of life.

The reason for this character.

It is not unrelated to her life circumstances.

Jessica was controlled by the Purple Man for a while, driven by the Purple Man and used her superhuman abilities to do a lot of illegal things.

This caused her to develop severe PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).

"For your sake, a piece of advice to you, Hell's Kitchen is like not needing a lawyer, and you will never need a psychiatrist."

Jessica picked up the bottle and prepared to leave.

Charles said, "Since alcohol can't anesthetize you, why are you disguising yourself like an alcoholic." "

"Let me guess, you can't get out of something in the past."

"The guilt that used to fill your heart."

"You don't feel like you deserve to enjoy life like a normal person."

"So you are sloppy, pretend to be an alcoholic, and stay in Hell's Kitchen full of rotten people."

"It's like a leaf falling in a muddy pond, just rotting in this place."

"In addition, there is a lawyer in Hell's Kitchen, and I happen to know one."

Charles finished in one breath.

Jessica didn't respond, but walked to the door and trembled slightly.

Then she raised her left hand and gave Charles a middle finger.

"Think about yourself, maybe let that lawyer fight the Hammer Gang on your behalf."

...

Jessica, who returned to her office, wanted to continue taking a sip of wine.

But the heart is boring.

She was not even in the mood to drink.

She sat hard in the wide swivel chair.

Charles's words seem to be able to see into the heart.

Every word, every word, was as accurately inserted as a sword into her psychological trauma.

Jessica after being irradiated with radioactive materials.

Not only does she gain super strength and the ability to fly, but her body is also far beyond ordinary people.

Alcohol doesn't work for her.

She seems to be an alcoholic, but in fact she just pretends to be a rotten person.

Because she closed her eyes, the images of what used to be came to mind, the desperate faces of those victims.

Think of the lives she ended with her own hands.

She hates superpowers.

Hate yourself.

I also hate the purple people.

"Damn psychiatrist, the Hammer Gang had better make him suffer a little."

Jessica thought to herself.

......

About half an hour later, the little brother of the hammerhead gang downstairs had already inquired clearly, and this newly opened psychological counseling room had nothing to do with the sportswear gangster.

So seven or eight members of the Hammerhead Gang, armed with baseball bats and steel pipes, walked to the third floor.

This time it was aimed at teaching this bastard who didn't know the height of the sky.

Then charge a high protection fee.

"The psychiatrist of Hell's Kitchen, does he think there is something wrong with our psyche?"

"We don't even need internists in Hell's Kitchen because trauma mortality is much higher than cancer."

The words of the little leader of the hammerhead gang made his subordinates laugh.

This is Hell's Kitchen.

Today may be a show of might, and his subordinates will be crowded.

Tomorrow he will be shot and killed in the smelly gutter.

Jessica heard the voice and sat at the corner from the fourth to the third floor.

The rule of survival in Hell's Kitchen is to hold your head honestly when the gangsters beat you up.

That would only break the blood from the head.

without losing your life.

Jessica felt that Charles, who looked like a noble son, would not understand this truth.

So she will show up at a critical time.

Save Charles.

Of course, this kind of righteous action is not gratuitous.

Her office has been out of business for seven or eight days, and she needs a sum of money to pay next month's rent.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Just as Jessica was thinking about how much Mane she was going to take.

Three gunshots broke her thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the hammerhead gang holding the head of the mouse.

Damn maniacs!

They pushed the door and walked into the counseling room, not even having time to look at the layout of the room.

They were greeted with a bullet.

William was shot through the thigh.

Jack was smashed in his palm.

Josel's third leg is afraid to be scrapped.

They had never seen such a crazy doctor.

The Hammerhead Gang just wants to get out of this terrible place.

Jessica re-entered the counseling room.

I saw Charles putting the gun away in a drawer.

The corners of Jessica's mouth twitched slightly.

"You shot them?"

"Obviously, I firmly believe that violence against violence is sometimes a necessary means."

Charles replied.

Jessica had a speechless expression.

"Did you know they belong to the Hammerhead Gang. If you're lucky, you'll be sieved by the gunmen of the Hammerheads, and if you're unlucky, you'll be burned by them in Molotov cocktails, and even my office may be burned. "

"So I'm going to hire you to talk to the Hammerhead Gang, how about a hundred thousand dollars."

(PS: About Jessica being controlled by the purple man, the deer did the second creation, the purple man just used Jessica to do illegal things, did not sleep with her...) You know the reason for the second creation. ）

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