Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

After arranging follow-up plans, David welcomed an unexpected guest at the company.

"Jasper Sitwell..."

David looked at the bald man in a suit in front of him and carefully observed the ID he held in his hand. His face was calm and there was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes. He looked at it for a moment and said slowly:

"I heard that you, your department, took away the bodies of Morbius and Lucis."

"Yes."

Sitwell nodded and said with a smile: "The purpose of my trip is to report to you that I am safe on behalf of Dr. Morbius."

"Why doesn't he do it himself?"

Next to her, Martina looked excited.

Hearing what Sitwell said, she became even more worried about her boyfriend's safety.

"The situation is urgent. He is assisting us in a secret mission."

Sitwell smiled and said: "This mission is not dangerous, but there are strict confidentiality measures. Once you join, you are not allowed to contact other people alone. At his strong request, I will report to you that he is safe on his behalf."

"How can I trust you?"

David asked.

He really didn't believe the smiling bald old man in front of him.

Beneath his seemingly benign appearance, he hides the identity of a Hydra spy.

Who would trust a spy?

"I have no reason to lie to you."

Sitwell looked helpless, spread his hands and said: "Sir, we are very sincere."

After a pause: "Can we talk alone?"

"Can."

David glanced at Martina and others beside him and motioned for them to leave.

soon.

Only two people were left facing each other in the reception room.

"We valued Dr. Morbius's talent and ability very much and warmly invited him to join the Security Bureau, but as you can imagine, he refused."

"Then we asked him to help us with a mission, and he was going to say no until we made him an offer he couldn't refuse," Sitwell said.

David was curious: "What conditions did you offer?"

"The genes of a special organism."

Sitwell said: "The genes of this creature have camouflage properties, the ability to accommodate all things, and can transform into any gene we know, which will be of great help to your current research."

As he spoke, he opened the metal box he carried with him and showed David the reagent bottle wrapped in foam and containing green liquid.

David stared at the green liquid in the reagent bottle in front of him, recalling Sitwell's statement, and his face showed a slightly strange expression.

According to Sitwell, how come the so-called special biological genes are so similar to the abilities of the alien race, the Skrulls?

Could the green liquid in the video be Skrull blood?

"If it really has the function of embracing all things as you said, it will indeed be of great help to us."

David thought for a moment: "I'm starting to believe you a little bit."

He began to wonder what the secret mission that Sitwell said required Morbius's assistance.

In the current era, there seems to be no major event worth mentioning.

"According to our agreement with Dr. Morbius, I can give it to you."

The smile on Sitwell's face continued, interrupting his thinking: "At the same time, we hope to reach a strategic cooperation with Fisker Pharmaceuticals."

"What is the content of the cooperation?" David asked after regaining consciousness.

"It's like a military laboratory jointly established by Osborne Company and the Army Weapons Development Department, where the results are shared."

Sitwell said: "We hope to reach such a cooperation with Fisker Pharmaceuticals. Of course, we will do our best to provide certain resources to Fisker Pharmaceuticals."

He gave an example: "For example, we can provide volunteers for human experiments to ensure absolute compliance and legality, and there will be no problems like Osborne's... Of course, this is only the most insignificant help."

Sitwell's voice was sincere and he seemed to be a businessman seeking normal cooperation.

David could tell at a glance that this guy knew Fisker Pharmaceuticals' current situation very well.

Sitwell must have investigated the background of Fisker Pharmaceuticals and believes that Fisker Pharmaceuticals has great potential and wants to share research results through means similar to venture capital.

After all, the resources spent are just a drop in the bucket for them.

If the research really yields results, it will be a huge profit.

In essence, as Sitwell said, it is the same routine as the Army Weapons Development Department represented by Ross and the military laboratory established in cooperation with Osborne Company.

However, there is a question mark as to whether it is SHIELD's free prostitution or Hydra's free prostitution.

David pondered.

In fact, in his eyes, there is not much difference between SHIELD and Hydra.

As Kingpin's younger brother, and in fact, because of his identity as Pushkin, he had long been labeled "black".

This cannot be washed away.

From this point of view, it is a better choice to cooperate directly with Hydra and everyone uses each other.

"Can."

He nodded slowly: "I agree to cooperate with you."

"very good."

Sitwell smiled and extended his hand to him: "Believe me, this will not disappoint you."

"hope so."

David shook his hand.

Soon, after some details were negotiated and the contract was not signed, Sitwell said goodbye and left, very happy.

Neither party has discussed signing a contract.

For both of them, the power of a verbal agreement is actually much stronger than the binding force of a contract.

David handed the special biological gene brought by Sitwell to Connors and others in the laboratory, showing its powerful functions, which greatly excited Connors and others.

If the effect is true, then this special biological gene, as a drug carrier, will have a strong promotion effect on research and can almost shorten the research time by more than half.

David did not interfere in the laboratory, found Martina, and guaranteed the safety of Morbius, but the return date has not yet been determined.

Martina hesitantly accepted the reality.

Later, David called Wesley and headed to Harlem, not far from Hell's Kitchen.

He is quite busy today.

In addition to Sitwell, who came to the door, there was a guest from Georgia waiting for him in the nightclub in Harlem.

Harlem, generally refers to Harlem, located in northern Manhattan.

Historically, Harlem was a typical white community. Since the late nineteenth century, the residents of Harlem were mostly related to politics and religion, including Roman Catholics and typical Jewish families.

But since African-American immigrants began to enter Harlem, white people began to move out in large numbers.

The dividing point between white and black, around the 1920s, the Harlem Renaissance, black people emerged, black writers, poets, musicians, rap, graffiti and other cultures began to rise, becoming the soul of American black culture.

land.

Standing at the turn of the millennium and looking back at the twentieth century, we can find that Harlem has long been the cultural and commercial center of black America in the twentieth century...

It is also a major center of crime and poverty.

…

The black car drove slowly into Harlem without attracting any attention.

But when the car stopped at Harlem's Paradise, the most famous nightclub in Harlem and the home of Cornell Stokes, the black people gathered nearby cast their eyes.

Especially, when everyone saw two white men getting out of the car, one of whom was not very strong, and the other was in a wheelchair and was considered disabled, their eyes became hot again.

Across the street, someone looked at each other.

Before they had time to take action, a group led by the little black guy with dreadlocks eagerly joined in.

At the same time, a man walked out of the gate of Harlem Paradise.

He was tall and burly, like a gorilla, with a ferocious look and cold eyes. He looked around the door and forcibly stopped the little black guy with dreadlocks. The rest of the people also avoided him, not daring to look at him.

"Why did Boss Ton come out..."

"Who are those two guys? Is Boss Ton here to pick them up?"

Everyone lowered their voices and observed with the corners of their eyes, a strong curiosity emerging in their hearts.

They know this person.

Hydra, Cornell Stokes' second-in-command, Ton.

The Water Belly Snake is the undisputed boss of Harlem.

The Controller of Harlem’s Paradise!

In this area, no one dares to offend the water-bellied snake.

While a group of people were still confused, they saw Tone saying respectfully to David in front of them:

"Mr. Fisk, Harlem Paradise welcomes you. Mr. Stokes has been waiting for you for a long time."

welcome?

Everyone was shocked, and instantly felt an unprecedented sense of joy.

Cornell Stokes, Guest of the Hydra!

Where did this big shot come from?!

Those at the bottom of the gang like them know better than anyone else what the gang leader's guests represent.

In particular, the Water Belly Snake sent his deputy, and Ton personally greeted him!

Who is this man in a wheelchair?

Fisk?

Is there a big shot named Fisk in New York?

Everyone was thinking.

Dirty-braided Xiao Hei and his accomplices dispersed in an instant, fearing that his previous actions would be discovered and cause displeasure to the other party, causing unnecessary disaster.

…

David actually noticed the actions of Dreadlock Xiaohei and others, but he didn't care about the incident in front of him.

When white people mingle in black communities, it is easy to imagine the discrimination they receive. Robbery and extortion are commonplace.

Harlem is nominally the soul of black culture, but in fact the main theme is chaos and poverty.

In this area, nearly half of the more than 300,000 residents are closely related to gangs.

He follows Tone into the nightclub.

The nightclub is not open during the day, so there is no business, but there are many thugs guarding the inside.

The three of them walked past and arrived at the luxurious box located at the deepest part of the nightclub.

This is Hydra, Stokes's office.

When David and Wesley appeared, they found Cornell Stokes sitting in his boss's chair, looking calm.

Opposite him, a man was tied to a chair with a thick hemp rope. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his eyes were vague. He had obviously been severely tortured and interrogated.

The water-bellied snake, Cornell Stokes, is about forty years old. He is a bald black man, wearing a suit and leather shoes. He looks like an elite. No one would think that he is a gang leader based on his appearance.

"David, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

Stokes looked at the man in the wheelchair in front of him, without any contempt in his eyes, and said slowly: "Today's matter is very simple. I have arrested the man, right in front of us, and he is yours."

"Is he the one who dares to cause trouble in the neutral zone?"

David nodded and looked at the man who was tied to the iron chair with a rope and seemed to have lost consciousness, with a strange expression on his face.

The purpose of his coming here today is very simple.

Armistice zones will be established between major gangs in the underground world, which are called neutral zones.

No one is allowed to take action in the neutral zone.

Even ordinary fights are not allowed.

There is no doubt that Kingpin is responsible for the main maintenance of the order of the neutral zone in the New York underground world. All gangs who agree with this rule are obliged to obey Kingpin's instructions and assist Kingpin in maintaining order.

To put it simply, anyone who dares to cause trouble in the neutral zone will be regarded as a provocation to Kingpin. Kingpin can mobilize all the power of the New York underground world to carry out any attack on the provocateurs.

"What's his name?"

David asked.

"Shaz."

"He's from Highgate Prison in Georgia," Stokes said.

Georgia, generally referred to as Georgia, is one of the seven states in the southeastern United States. Its capital is Atlanta.

Of course, the key point in Stokes’s words is not Georgia, but Highgate Prison!

David had no impression of this prison.

But he vaguely remembered that there were several well-known figures in the Marvel world who were prisoners in this prison.

For example, Trevor Slattery, the fake Mandarin in Iron Man 3, and Justin Hammer, CEO of Hammer Industries in Iron Man 2.

"Haimen Prison?"

David pondered slightly: "He came from prison, which doesn't seem worth mentioning."

Who hasn’t seen a few people in Hell’s Kitchen, Harlem, or even the entire underground gang in New York who have been in prison?

In the eyes of underground gangs full of chaos, going to jail is not a bad thing, but a symbol of honor.

If you go out and say that you have never been to jail or done anything illegal, you will be looked down upon by your gang friends.

Underground gangsters love worse than bad.

"Haygate Prison is a private prison, and its owner is Albert Rackham."

Cornell Stokes, the water-belly snake, said: "This man named Schatz is a prisoner in Highgate Prison. The reason why he came to New York was to follow Lacombe's instructions to find a guy who escaped from prison.

.”

"According to his confession, he took action precisely because he saw that person in the neutral zone."

"The guy who escaped from prison?" David pondered, and glanced at Shaz, who was trapped in the chair, "What's the name of the person he's looking for?"

"Carl Lucas, a black man."

"where is he?"

"I don't know, that guy escaped. He was extremely powerful and injured many of us."

After saying this, Stokes spread his hands and said: "This is all I know. According to the agreement between Kingpin and I, I have done everything I have to do. Next is your job, Mr. Fisk."

"clear."

David nodded: "I will handle this matter. For your injured brother, I will be responsible for the medical expenses, and there will also be an expense as a thank you."

"very good."

Stokes nodded and said in a cold tone: "Goodbye."