Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

The dust has settled.

Time, exactly eight o'clock in the evening.

Exactly ten minutes passed from the beginning to the end of the riot.

But in just these ten minutes, the guests who attended the cocktail party deeply felt what it meant to be in a world of ice and fire. Their emotions were ups and downs, as if they were immersed in a thrilling dramatic performance.

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

Just as Mosley was about to communicate with his men, he heard Daryl Richardson's question.

"have!"

Mosley nodded: "We have arranged..."

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

Daryl shouted sharply, finally remembering his responsibility as governor.

Without anyone reminding him, he quickly stepped forward, stood at the speaking position at the reception, picked up the protagonist's microphone, and reassured people:

"Everyone, all the terrorists who appeared at this cocktail party have been eliminated. We are safe!"

Everyone secretly rolled their eyes and asked you to say so.

"Tonight is the night of heroes!"

Daryl's next words made everyone instantly confused.

Except for a few people who had been following Daryl before, everyone still couldn't figure out why Daryl came forward to speak after the attack.

"Twenty minutes before the reception started, the FBI received intelligence that someone would carry out a horrific terrorist attack at the scene... After confirmation, the information was true."

Daryl's tone became serious.

As a politician, he is very capable of telling lies and has the ability to make up reasonable stories to flatter himself in a very short period of time.

"I should have stood up and ended the reception, but it was too late. The terrorists arrived at the scene even earlier than us. Once the reception was stopped, the terrorists might launch an attack in advance. For this reason, I had to urgently mobilize manpower.

Confront 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!"

Daryl became more and more immersed as he spoke. He looked excited and raised his hand.

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

Are we now heroes?

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

"We are all heroes!!"

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

Off stage.

Thunderous applause came one after another for several minutes, just short of the time it took for the terrorists to attack.

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

What about the fool?

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

Many people even know the true identity of Wilson Fisk.

Otherwise, they would not come to flatter an ordinary real estate builder.

Is that the manpower you called for?

I'm afraid he was one of Kingpin's subordinates and security guards at the reception, right?

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

We saved our lives and were hailed as heroes.

You have gained the votes and are on track to be re-elected.

Everyone has a bright future.

at this time.

The FBI agents and medical staff who rushed into the venue looked confused.

Wasn't he attacked by terrorists?

Why are you all so happy?

…

The glass railing on the second floor.

David and Wilson were side by side, overlooking the scene on the first floor.

The high-spirited Daryl was speaking and waving, using the convention and exhibition center that had just been hit by gunfire as his speech venue, and the cocktail guests in the audience were his audience.

Daryl's words rang in Wilson's ears, unmoved at all.

"David, you did it very beautifully this time. When I was your age, I was far worse than you."

He nodded slightly, not hiding his appreciation, then looked at the governor in the audience and said with a smile: "Daryl is very satisfied with our arrangements. He does not reject our goodwill, which is a good thing."

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

David said calmly: "Wilson, the rest is up to you. Take care of this matter, and from today on, you will not only be the underground king of New York, but also rule the entire East Coast."

"I don't understand until now. You seem to be disdainful of the underground kingdom you created."

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

"Why?"

"I have other things to do."

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

"Something else?"

Wilson frowned, thinking about Fisker Pharmaceuticals, which David invested in, and the research content of Fisker Pharmaceuticals. He was thoughtful, but did not ask any more questions.

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

For modern society, during World War II, super soldiers such as Captain America also appeared. Therefore, the human body's superpowers are not a secret.

Although Wilson did not agree with David's point of view, he had been trained to reach the limit of the human body, even to the point of breaking the limit, and could be regarded as half a superpower. Based on his own situation, he would not deny David's idea.

Anyway, even if David hands over Pushkin's name to himself, this huge underground kingdom will 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."

Daryl's tone changed instantly.

He looked coldly at the huge man in front of him, his attitude was very tough, and his heart was not weak at all, with a hint of arrogance and arrogance of a superior.

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

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

she?

Daryl was stunned.

Crunch——

The door to the conference room was pushed open, and what Daryl didn't expect was that the first person who caught his eye was Andre.

Of course, in Daryl's eyes, Andrei is Pushkin.

"Pushkin, how could it be you?"

Daryl was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Are you in alliance with Wilson?"

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

Andre smiled and said willingly: "From now on, there is only one voice left on the East Coast, and that is Kingpin."

"Kingpin?"

Daryl suddenly turned his head and looked at Wilson in front of him. The contempt in his eyes disappeared, and a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes: "So, you are the one who is doing this?"

"Wrong, it's her."

Wilson raised his hand and pointed.

Daryl's eyes followed the direction of his finger and landed on Susan, who was completely controlled.

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

"who is she?"

Daryl's face was expressionless.

Men always like 18-year-old young girls. He is not interested in dolls that look like old women.

"CIA retiree, now CIA's special advisor. My people 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 deceived herself, commanded a black ops commando beyond her authority, and intended to disrupt social order for her own benefit. She confessed... This is undoubtedly...

For committing a crime, she should receive the harshest punishment in the country."

"Black Ops Commando?"

Daryl frowned at first, then relaxed his brows.

Although they are CIA agents, due to the nature of black operations and the fact that they are publicly visible, 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 has already arranged everything.

He wisely put all the blame on Susan's head, and used Susan to warn the CIA headquarters executives.

On the one hand, it serves as a deterrent.

On the other hand, it is also a small favor to sell the CIA, sending a signal of establishing friendship.

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

That means you need 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."

Daryl is a politician and knows the twists and turns, and he is undoubtedly the ideal executor.

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

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

"Now the entire East Coast, including New York, has only one voice left, Kingpin, and you know what that means..."

Wilson spoke slowly: "It means 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. Do you know how many people I can influence?"

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"You are indeed very smart."

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

He sighed with emotion, showed the most sincere smile he had ever seen since meeting Wilson, and extended his palm enthusiastically.

"Then, happy cooperation!"

"Yes."

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