I had been wearing gloves before, so my fingerprints would not be found at the scene, and even if several gangsters were killed, the New York police would not come to me to measure the smoke reaction due to the inefficiency of the New York police.
I returned to the apartment and laid myself on the sofa. My mind was numb, and I endured the discomfort caused by my first murder.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. I don't intend to cause trouble, but trouble comes to my door instead.
After taking a few deep breaths, she patted her cheek, cheered up, took out her computer, entered the Internet, and searched for the location provided by the tattooed man.
The other party was very vigilant. This was a blind spot for the camera. She searched around the area and found no obvious signs of entry or exit.
Mrs. Gao is one of the Five Fingers of the Hand, an elder who was expelled from the holy land of Kunlun. She looks so old that a gust of wind can knock her down, but in fact she has lived for more than four hundred years and is a proper Ming Dynasty citizen.
Proficient in using "Qi" and knocking boulders away from the air, these are Madam Gao's abilities. Four hundred years of traveling to every corner of the world have made her proficient in all martial arts. With the blessing of "Qi", her strength, speed
, there will be a huge increase in responsiveness.
Daisy doesn't want to provoke this kind of enemy, but the two sides have already met, and all the men sent by the other party have been killed, so she is highly suspicious.
What's more, Mrs. Gao is not a policeman. She doesn't talk about evidence, only the results.
Daisy wants to take a preemptive strike, even if she can't kill this old thing, she still has to drive her out of New York.
In the next few days, she deliberately used telescopes to observe the area from a distance. The other party was very secretive, but it would always leave traces.
Not surprisingly, this is a "washing powder" processing factory. The interior space is probably very large. There is only a small door on the outside, and there are two big men guarding the door with microflush. It can be said that it is heavily guarded. Every night at midnight, the small door opens, and a blind man carrying a satchel stumbles to deliver goods. This is Mrs. Gao's business in New York.
Looking at the deliveryman's gouged eyes, Daisy was filled with anger, this old thing deserves to die!
She did not act rashly. It was the Punisher who liked to be a lone hero, not her.
I have been an ordinary citizen in my last life, and I don’t want to be a hero in this life.
Daisy asks for help from the police.
Although there are more criminal police officers in New York than she has ever seen, there are still a few good ones.
She did not use hacking techniques, but relied on the list on the police station's external website to start screening.
George Stacey is the Commissioner of the New York Police Department, Gwen Stacey's father, and the prospective father-in-law of the future Spider-Man.
Originally, this was a good helper, but unfortunately, because of his high authority, he often went out for meetings. Daisy could not see this person through conventional means.
She only remembers one of the famous upright police officers, Big Daddy, but unfortunately he has resigned.
Picking and choosing, they finally targeted Patrolman Brett Mahoney, who was born in Hell's Kitchen. This black man was one of the few police officers who did not collect illegal money.
He is a friend of Daredevil and a good policeman determined to maintain order in Hell's Kitchen.
Daisy has also seen him. After all, his predecessor was considered one of the indigenous people, but he was not familiar with him.
Brett walked past the corner of the street, and Daisy adjusted her frequency slightly to make herself look particularly friendly and trustworthy, and then walked over quickly.
"Hey, Mr. Police Officer." She looked a little panicked, as if she had seen a savior again.
"I recognize you, what's the matter?" The black policeman saw her face and thought for a moment. In their eyes, all Chinese Americans looked similar. If Daisy hadn't been really beautiful, he wouldn't have recognized her at all.
Daisy looked around cautiously, then lowered her voice and said: "I found a processing factory. They use disabled people to manufacture and sell, and it is very large..."
Brett initially wanted to scold her for talking nonsense. This kind of case was not something a little girl could get involved in, but the good impression caused by Daisy's vibration frequency made him endure and listen.
After hearing this, Brett was sweating profusely. Whether this matter was true or not, it would be very difficult to deal with it. After all, he was a patrolman.
Although it was a bit unbelievable, he still told the truth frankly: "I am just a patrolman. If your information is confirmed and you need to go back to the police station to report a crime, can I take you there?"
Why should I call you when I can go to the police station to report the crime? If I report the crime on the front foot, someone will tip off the news on the back foot. Daisy once again sympathizes with the intelligence of black people.
But she couldn't directly tell the black patrol officer that the New York Police Department was full of corruption.
"Aren't you talking about evidence? You and I will go to the scene tonight to take a look. After all, I have no firearms and no fighting ability..." Daisy began to pretend to be pitiful.
Brett thought about it and thought it made sense. Now he simply reported it. If the news was true, everything would be easy. If it was false, he would be in trouble.
At this time, he went to the scene to see whether the news was true or false. No matter how the final decision was made, his credit would never go away.
Even upright people need to be promoted. Who wants to be a patrolman for the rest of their lives!
After taking a look at Daisy, she indeed looked like a delicate girl, and immediately nodded in agreement.
Late at night, Daisy and the black patrolman hid in a small building. Two hundred meters away was Mrs. Gao's washing powder processing factory.
"That's the factory you're talking about? It doesn't look very big." Brett asked.
Daisy smiled, feeling a crush on her IQ. "Look at its building height. It's one meter higher than an ordinary residence. Don't you think there's a problem? I've calculated the electricity supply and drinking water consumption nearby, as follows.
There must be a large underground space, and it is conservatively estimated that there can be hundreds of people."
While the two were talking, the small door opened, and a thin man held a blind stick and knocked on the ground with a "dah" sound, and slowly walked out.
In the dim night, the blind man staggered forward with a large bag slung across his body.
As a good friend of Daredevil, Brett has seen a blind man, and he can tell that this man is really blind.
"Is this guy the freightman you mentioned? Why...?"
Daisy sneered: "Why use blind people? Blind people will not be searched, and even if they are caught, they will not be severely punished. Moreover, they are not born blind..."
Brett saw it with his own eyes and had no doubts in his mind.
If a few blind people opened a massage parlor, it would be impossible for them to hire two burly men to stand guard at the door. There must be something wrong behind that small door.
Daisy drew another schematic diagram for him: "This blind man will get on the bus at the second intersection ahead. I don't know where the bus will take him."
She provided few clues, but they all pointed out one thing. This was a major case, and there were a series of people behind the scenes including manufacturing, processing, and sales who needed to be arrested.
The black patrolman looked at her, and Daisy nodded with a sense of justice.
"If it's like what you said, this matter is too big for the branch to solve." He said hesitantly.
"Do you think the news will leak?" Daisy asked.
The black patrolman nodded. No one is a fool. Police officers who collect illegal money will always show some flaws. As colleagues, they can see it, but no one exposes this fact.