On his way back to the apartment again, Schiller could clearly feel that someone was following him. The improved vision brought by the spider sense allowed him to see that someone seemed to be watching him on the other side of the apartment building.
The apartment building opposite was an all-glass structure, and there was a small window inside that reflected light differently from other places, so Schillermin felt it keenly.
His choice to open a clinic in Hell's Kitchen was not without purpose. After these few days of observation, he had basically figured out the daily routine of the residents in the apartment building.
Most of the people who live here are office workers and elite gold-collar workers. Most of them are single, their working hours are very regular, and their circle of friends is also very fixed.
Living among such a crowd, it is too easy for agents to find loopholes.
But Hell's Kitchen is different. Although it is the largest gathering place of slum gangs in Manhattan, New York and even the United States, it has a high population density, a large flow of people, a large number of strangers, and gangs of all sizes are nested in each other. It is really the most dangerous place.
It's a suitable place for an outsider like Schiller who wants to fish in troubled waters.
Although life in a high-end apartment is comfortable, it may not be as free as Hell's Kitchen. Schiller believes that if he lives in that apartment for a few more days, at least four or five of his neighbors will become S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
There will be all kinds of people whose origins are unclear, trying to get close to him and get some information, which may be his own, or it may be Stark's. This is how SHIELD does things. They
I don't care whether you need privacy or not.
Hell's Kitchen is slightly different from Gotham. Although Hell's Kitchen also has numerous gangs, large and small, the dangers are somewhat worse than Gotham.
There are more poor people, gamblers and drug addicts there. There are no scarecrows and clowns, and there are no famous villains.
The vast majority of people there are ordinary people. Although guns and drugs are rampant, the victims are more ordinary people than special people with special powers.
Schiller plans to make it his first Marvel base.
Stark was very efficient in his work. It didn't take long for him to find a way to encourage some congressmen to allocate a hospital quota and put it in Hell's Kitchen.
Some congressmen took this opportunity to publicize their kindness. They claimed that New York would not give up any of its citizens, but they never expected this hospital to really open. You know, it is Hell's Kitchen. Even the devil will be cooked if he goes there.
The place.
Where to open a hospital? Don't be kidding me. Unless the hospital can be built like a concentration camp, with tanks and cannons piled up at the entrance, and the doctors and nurses inside all carrying machine guns, there might be some hope.
All medicines will be sold out overnight.
But no matter how unbelieving the congressmen were and how numb the people of Hell's Kitchen were, a small psychological clinic was still established in Hell's Kitchen.
As the most well-known and largest slum in Manhattan, the eight blocks here are just a nickname.
In fact, this place is much wider than the eight blocks. There are dozens of intricate streets, large and small, and there are about hundreds of gangs intersecting here.
Some people say that the boss of Hell's Kitchen is King Bing, but in fact this is not the case. In fact, King Bing's business scope extends far beyond Hell Kitchen. His criminal industry chain exists throughout the eastern United States and even the East Coast.
His businesses spanned the United States. Hell's Kitchen may have been involved in some of his drug and contraband business, but he didn't actually live here, nor did he keep an eye on it all the time.
Daredevil, who was born in Hell's Kitchen, is his mortal enemy, but they have almost never set the battlefield in Hell's Kitchen. Spidey, who has had several fights with Kingpin, is still just an ignorant high school student at this time.
Kingpin's ambitions go far beyond unifying Hell's Kitchen, and he doesn't care about the troubles that occur in Hell's Kitchen. Because there are various fires, robberies, kidnappings, fights and missing persons cases here every day, and some troubles occur.
When a storm comes, it is nothing at all.
Therefore, when Kingpin, who was far away in San Francisco, heard that several of his men had gone crazy in Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan, he only thought that they had taken too many drugs and did not take it to heart at all.
But in Hell's Kitchen, a terrifying rumor gradually spread - they heard that there was a terrifying strange doctor living in the psychological clinic opened on Ninth Lane at the end of Mary Street, and everyone came to the door.
The gang members who collected protection money or extorted money from him soon ran out in fear, and then went crazy.
When this incident first started, several well-known gang bosses who did not believe in evil had led their men in. But not long after, they seemed to have encountered some monster. They started fighting, struggling, and screaming in the air crazily.
Screaming, running away, crying, as if possessed by some ghost.
This incident caused quite a stir. Almost the entire Mary Street heard about it, and the rumors spread quickly.
From one word to the next, everyone heard that you should never go to the Ninth Alley. There is a terrible curse there that will make you see the things you fear most, and eventually you will be frightened to the point of going crazy.
Later, Schiller, who lived there, began to go out for activities, and everyone heard that he was the clinic owner who lived in Ninth Lane. People then realized that it was not actually a ghost, but a weird psychiatrist.
According to Schiller's explanation, the gang bosses had done too much to worry about, and he just gave them some friendly psychological counseling.
As for why they are so mad about gains and losses? Maybe it’s because evil is rewarded.
The people in Hell's Kitchen would be damned if they believed what he said, but for everyone who lives here, it is their consensus that evil people will be rewarded.
No one who was born in Hell's Kitchen would feel guilty. Crime is normal here and criminals are the majority of people here. How do you expect a person who has been selling guns and drugs, fighting, threatening and extorting since he was a teenager?
What kind of conscience can a person who gambles have? How can such a person be so guilty? How can he be so guilty that he goes crazy?
Everyone who heard about this thought that Schiller was a black magician who could curse those people.
As for Schiller, he won't explain it. The fear gas brought from DC is indeed very useful. Although it is only the initial version, it is still very effective against some ordinary people without special powers.
Ever since he discovered that he could travel between the two worlds with objects in his hands, he had the idea of killing him.
Although the power systems of Marvel and DC are different, there are actually many things that can be sold to each other. Of course, there are also many things that can be exchanged with each other to deal with the enemies of both sides.
For example, if Schiller used fear gas in Gotham, once the news got out, and Jonathan saw the symptoms of those patients, he would definitely think that it was his own fear gas.
But in Marvel, how could Jonathan know about Marvel's situation? Naturally, Schiller didn't have to pay any copyright fees.
After such terrifying rumors spread, almost no gangsters would come to trouble Schiller.
Of course, the consequence of getting involved with this group of criminals is that a superhero comes to your door.
On a slightly cold night in Manhattan, Schiller had just made a cup of hot coffee. He closed and locked the door of the clinic, preparing to end the day's fishing work, have a good sleep, and continue to harass Stark tomorrow.
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Just when he put the coffee cup on the table, he heard a crisp sound at the door. Then he turned around and saw a tall man in red tights standing outside the door in the dim light.
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Schiller turned around, picked up the coffee cup, and said, "You seem to be a little late, Mr. Daredevil."
"Do you know me, doctor?" Daredevil said.
"Of course I know you, Daredevil. You're famous in Hell's Kitchen." Schiller said.
"But you seem to have been here not long ago." Daredevil said.
"But I am more familiar with your other identity, Lawyer Matt."
Daredevil was obviously shocked. He didn't know how Schiller figured out his true identity.
Before he could ask, Schiller said: "You have achieved outstanding results at Columbia University, and your career path has gone very smoothly after graduation. Not only have you become a good lawyer, but you also seem to have opened a law firm."
A law firm of your own. Matt, can you tell me why you want to become Daredevil? Isn’t the pride of supporting justice that a lawyer brings you enough?”
"Lawyer, support justice..." Daredevil snorted coldly and said, "Maybe you think so. Yes, most people think so. They think lawyers should speak out and defend vulnerable groups, but in reality
superior……"
"Actually? Do you think lawyers shouldn't do this?"
"Of course I should, I mean..."
"You think you can't do it as a lawyer? So, you want to take another approach. But what you can't do as a lawyer, can you do it by wearing a ridiculously tight suit and a mask?
Yet?"
Daredevil said angrily: "My decision has nothing to do with you!"
"You know what? Your tone just now sounded very much like a rebellious little boy." Schiller said.
Only then did Daredevil realize that he had fallen into Schiller's language trap from the moment he entered the door. The rhythm of the conversation had been dictated by him, which not only exposed his true identity, but also touched the sensitive points in his heart.
. He took a deep breath, calmed down, and said: "I have to admit that you are a good psychiatrist, and you are good at using some tricks in conversations. But I still have to ask, who are you? Come to Hell's Kitchen.
What's the purpose? Why are those people crazy?"
"You have too many questions. I can only answer one tonight. Obviously, I have been working for a day and am very tired. You can't disturb my rest. After all, I am not a gang member and I have not broken any laws," Schiller said.
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"But you drove those gang members crazy."
"You have no evidence."
"It's the police who need evidence."
"Do you think you are nobler than the police?"
"Stop talking in circles with me," Daredevil said.
"If you listen to me carefully, you will know where I come from and how I know your identity."
Daredevil felt a headache. He really didn't like dealing with these cunning opponents, which made him have to stay highly concentrated at all times. And because of the shock in his heart just now, he had no memory of the conversation he had with Schiller when he first arrived.
When he was asked to think about it now, his mind went blank.
But if he couldn't answer, it would make him look stupid, so he remained silent.
"It seems that you have forgotten the conversation we had a minute ago. I really don't know. To become a superhero, you can not have a good memory." Schiller mocked.
Daredevil was secretly annoyed and vowed to remember every word Schiller said.
"Two years ago, I taught at Columbia University. I saw the list of outstanding graduates, and your name was on it, Matt. When filling in the destination after graduation, you said you would open a law firm.
Also in Kansas, although I am a professor of psychology, I know your former teacher, and he told me in his words that you have indeed realized your dream."
"Don't change the subject. What I want to know is, how do you know Daredevil is Matt?"
"You may not remember that when you first started on this road, you were wearing the black and yellow clothes that your father wore during matches. After I came to Hell's Kitchen, I went to see an underground boxing match. It happened to be
Yes, the boss there seems to have never changed the style of clothing worn by boxers in order to save costs."
"I understood that Daredevil might have been born here, and he must be related to the underground black market boxers. After investigation, the gang members you killed were all related to the death of your father. And your father's death was found.
Naturally, it’s not difficult to know your identity.”
"Why are you investigating me? Do you have a guilty conscience?" Matt asked.
"It's nothing, it's just that if you want to rent a house, you have to know who the landlord is and what he does. It's best to have good dealings with him."
"I'm not the landlord here." Daredevil snorted coldly.
"Oh, really? Then it seems that I have found the wrong person. I should go to Kingpin. But I seem to have become enemies with him. I vaguely remember that one of the gang members who came to visit me mentioned him.
The boss is Jin Bin."
"Jin Bin? Do you have news about Jin Bin?"
"That's a bit of it. Just think of me as paying your rent. I heard one of his men say that their boss is very impatient with a boy named Daredevil. He plans to find someone to kill you, you fly."
, so you’d better be careful lately.”
Finally Daredevil hurried back to his station.
It wasn't until he went back that he realized that none of his goals tonight had been achieved.
He neither found out who Schiller was, nor warned him to calm down, nor found out whether he had any relationship with the gangsters.
I don't know what method he used to drive those people crazy.
Matt patted his head. He suddenly felt that Schiller's metaphor was correct. It was like renting a house to an unknown tenant. This tenant also paid the rent in advance, which made him happy in a short time.
There is no way to take forced measures to make him move away, we can only let him roam around Hell's Kitchen without hesitation.
