The Death Knell

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Jessica, whose face was red, burped and wandered into the only remaining small shop on the roadside, choosing the wine she wanted to drink next.

She had just left the Avengers Mansion not long ago, where she had a meal, mainly drinking the wine that Tony's father had stored in the basement of his hometown.

After drinking two bottles of whiskey, for a female alcoholic, it was just to moisten her throat. She felt that she still had a mouthful to go. She originally wanted to take a few bottles home to drink, but Captain America caught her and lectured her on drinking during the day at such a young age. , Drunk and dreaming every day, without any ambition, this is wrong.

The captain felt that now that Jessica Jones had joined the Avengers, he could not care about what she did in the past, but now under his nose, he had the responsibility and obligation to help the girl get back on the right path.

Then the captain began to reminisce about the bitterness and sweetness. He talked about how when he was young, Bucky and he had no food to eat, and it was only with the help of his godfather, Mr. Wilson, that he could survive until he was old enough to join the army.

He also talked about how hard it was to fight in the war, how many people suffered from PTSD after the end of World War II, and how many people were worse off than dead after returning to the city.

In short, I just want Jessica to understand how hard-earned their young people’s lives are today.

Private detective can be considered a serious profession, and Jessica has also passed the PI license, so it is time to run the business well and live a good life.

But the girl's day and night are reversed. She sleeps drunkenly during the day and comes out looking for a drink like a night owl at night. What kind of street life is this?

Everyone else in the reunion was enjoying the dinner, and although the toaster's junk product tasted hard to describe, Tony was rich. New York was ruined and he could order takeout by air from a luxury restaurant in Paris. At least everyone was happy.

Only Jessica, while eating, was being talked about by Steve beside her for more than an hour. Although she deliberately let her thoughts go, every sermon went in from the left ear and out the right ear, but until After she left the mansion, her scalp was still numb.

Especially since she was one of the insiders and knew that the 'saint godfather' that Captain America longed for was actually Deathstroke who was still alive and kicking now. It took a lot of effort for her to control her expression and not laugh out loud.

But the mental pressure after lying to others is also great, especially for a good person like the captain.

So after she took Carol's ride back to the battlefield-like Hell's Kitchen, she turned around and entered the small store. Now she needed to get some wine quickly, the stronger the better. After returning to the office, she drank it all, then covered herself with a quilt and had a good time. Get some sleep and forget about the guilt.

Walking among the shelves, she looked at the price tags on bottles of wine, then took out her small wallet, looked at the money inside, and calculated carefully.

She scratched her long black hair and sighed. This month's business was very average. She only took a few orders for finding cats and one for investigating extramarital affairs. Life was a bit tight.

After following the death knell last time, the man gave her a lot of money, but after paying the arrears of rent and water and electricity, buying some wine, eating some good food, and repairing the car, it was all spent in a few days.

Thinking of this, she scratched her head again. Sure enough, it was not every day that there was business from the big boss, but life had to go on.

After taking a large bottle of cheap vodka, she walked to the counter to pay, but the store owner ignored her. Instead, he twisted his neck and just looked up at the TV hanging behind him.

Among the various grocery advertising flyers, what was being broadcast on the TV was not a show about bikini beauties, but the news.

Under normal circumstances in the past, a red-necked man like the store owner wearing a plaid shirt and a dirty baseball cap would not like to read the news, but today he was watching the news intently, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

Jessica was very curious, and there were no other customers in the store. She simply unscrewed the wine bottle and leaned on the counter to watch the TV to see what news was so eye-catching?

It was said to be news, but it was more like a broadcast of a press conference. The girl immediately saw the yellow and black logo behind the spokesperson, which was the trademark of Wilson Enterprises.

Standing on the stage was a thin, bald man, wearing round glasses and a gray turtleneck in summer. He looked like a psychopath, but he was very stylish and his tone of voice was convincing.

Jessica knew this person, this was Qiao Xiaosi. Three generations of their family had been spokespersons for the Wilson Corporate Propaganda Department. To put it bluntly, they were Deathstroke's loyal subordinates.

At this time, the bald man was smiling proudly and walking up and down the stage making opening remarks, as if he was trying to pave the way for a newly launched invention.

The female detective took a sip of wine and gargled it in her mouth for a few times before swallowing it. She tapped the shopkeeper's arm and asked casually:

"Hey, what's so interesting about this news? Is Wilson Group launching another new sanitary napkin?"

"You know nothing, little girl." The red-necked store manager was interrupted from his thoughts and looked very unhappy. Without looking back, he picked up the remote control and turned up the TV volume before saying, "You didn't receive it today. Carrier text message? Go, go, stay out of the way."

"New York has been invaded by aliens today. I didn't take my phone out of my house. Tell me, this hasn't officially started yet."

This is Hell's Kitchen, and you won't be able to eat softies here.

The owner of this store can be considered a capable person. The melee between aliens and earthlings did not affect his store. A few hours after the disaster passed, he reorganized the supply of goods and opened it again.

No one visits the store? Simple, because all the capable residents nearby are dead, and those who are incompetent dare not go out.

As for this boss who is so brave, why does he still open today when there is no business?

Jessica could think with her toes, how could it be so strong if it were an ordinary small store? This store was most likely fortified according to bunker standards, it was just a disguise.

In fact, there may be a drug manufacturing factory or an arms smuggling place under my feet. Today, I am taking advantage of the chaos to ship goods. The owner of this store has an eye for what's going on, and the owner behind him may be the Viper Gang or the Hand.

The probability of the Hand is higher. They like to use serious business to cover illegal transactions. For example, what looks like a small restaurant is a Japanese casino underground; what looks like a barber shop is a Japanese brothel underground; what looks like a hardware store is. Where there were shops, slave auctions were held underground.

Black businesses make money quickly, and any organization needs money to develop. In this day and age, no one will help you if you don’t have money.

But what does these crimes have to do with her being a private detective? I'm not a cop myself.

"Hey, I said you..."

The shop owner turned to look at Jessica angrily, but before he finished speaking, he seemed to recognize Jessica, and his pupils dilated slightly, which was noticed by the detective.

At first it seemed like he was going to curse, but now his attitude became more polite. He changed his tone and actually explained with a smile:

"Oh, at noon today, all the major communication operators sent text messages to customers, reminding us to watch the news broadcasts of major TV stations now. There will be a QR code in the lower right corner of the screen in a while. If you scan the code with your mobile phone, You can participate in the 'Shake It Up' lottery, and there are a thousand grand prizes, each of which is said to be worth $20 million."

The girl in the black leather jacket suddenly wrinkled her face and felt distressed. She didn't know why Deathstroke had done such a big thing today. She only knew that if the 20 million US dollars were to be given to herself, how much wine would she have to buy?

Why give it away in a lottery?

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