"Hey man, did you hear that? Jason and Kyle are in trouble right now."
In the school corridor, Peter said to Heather mysteriously.
"It is said that the punk girl shot them twice on their thigh bones. Not only the flesh and blood were penetrated, but the bones were shattered into pieces. It was really miserable."
Heather nodded: "It's quite tragic, but who are they?"
"Ned and I worked together to stop the scum of us two that day! They are the backbone of the 'Ghost Gang', and this time Ned was really flexing his muscles. Uncharacteristically, the police refused to let go of the things their gang had committed before.
Several cases with solid evidence have been uncovered, and the Evil Ghost Gang is probably about to disband... Hi, Gwen."
The two were chatting when they suddenly noticed Gwen standing in front of them, holding a stack of books in her arms.
"Peter, you didn't even tell Uncle Ben and Aunt May about such a big thing? If my father hadn't handled this case, would you have planned to hide this for the rest of your life?"
Gwen's cold and pretty face showed a bit of schadenfreude:
"My father has already told Uncle Ben about this, please wish yourself well."
"Oh my God! Uncle George can't do this!" Peter wailed, holding his head in his hands.
Gwen turned to look at Heather again, cleared her throat slightly, and tried to ask in a less cold tone: "Heather, are you okay? My dad said that if you hadn't stopped the murderer in time, he would have been killed or injured.
many people."
Heather didn't expect that Gwen, as a campus star, would actually take the initiative to talk to a little transparent nerd like her. She was stunned for a moment before replying: "Fortunately, that person didn't hurt me. Thank you for your concern."
"Well, it's not that I care, I just... um... I just want to tell you that what you did is cool. Yeah, that's it. See you later."
After finishing this paragraph with words and gestures, Gwen hurriedly ran away with the book in her arms, leaving Heather and Peter confused.
"Is she usually like this?" Heather pointed at the direction Gwen left.
"No, she has always been honest with boys."
Peter blinked, and then fell into a state of panic that he was about to be questioned by his Uncle Ben and Aunt May.
There was nothing Heather could do about it and she could only wish Peter good luck.
When school was over, Peter went home alone as worried as if he had lost his soul, while Heather went to the Daily Bugle Building.
The Daily Bugle Building is located on 39th Street and Second Avenue in Manhattan. It was originally called the Goodman Building. In 1978, it was bought by the New York Times and the Daily Bugle Newspaper moved into the building. The Goodman Building was also renamed the Bugle.
Daily News Building.
Jameson's editor-in-chief's office is located on the top floor of the building. There are reporters and editors coming and going outside the office, and phones ring and noises occur one after another.
Mattie Franklin, the beautiful secretary outside the office door, smiled and narrowed her big eyes slightly when she saw Heather coming over: "Hi, handsome boy. The boss has nothing to do now, come in quickly."
Opening the door, a tall man with a cropped haircut and a shoe-brush beard was opening documents at his desk. When he saw Heather coming in through the door, his serious face suddenly turned into a smile: "Look who this is.
, our talented young writer, the hero who bravely braves the fire to rescue the girl!"
"Mr. Jameson, I'm here to collect royalties."
Heather didn't bother to engage in these useless compliments and social politeness, and went straight to the point.
Fortunately, ****** is not the kind of person who likes to be polite. He directly opened the drawer and took out an envelope that had been prepared and handed it to Heather:
"What a wonderful story. Your words are like dripping with leaves and pouring into readers' eyes. In this way, the Daily Bugle can dominate the New York City newspaper sales list this month. Damn Barney Bushkin and him
To hell with Global Daily!
Listen, kid, if you encounter problems that are difficult to solve, just call me. I won't let the talented writers of the Daily Bugle be bullied for nothing."
Although *** is usually mean and venomous, he actually cares and loves Heather. On the one hand, Heather's serial "Evil Heroes" is the Daily Bugle's golden ticket.
Cards, *** must tie up this treasure that lays golden eggs. On the other hand, Heather is the most peculiar young man *** has ever seen. He has qualities that young people in this country generally do not possess.
A sense of responsibility and justice.
This also resulted in the subordinates being sprayed with spittle all over their faces when applying for a coffee cup. Every time he paid Heather, the remuneration was calculated based on the maximum amount, and there was even a bonus. This is **
**** This is the limit that can be done for this poor child who has lost his parents without touching the young man's sensitive self-esteem.
Squeezing the thickness of the envelope, Heather looked at ****** with some surprise, and thanked her sincerely: "...Mr. Jameson, thank you for your care."
Jameson smiled and waved his hand, took out a cigar from the drawer, first looked at the secretary outside the blinds and found that she was not looking this way, then he lit the cigar with peace of mind and puffed away:
"Since the hospital found out that I have some blood pressure problems, Joan has been restricting my smoking, drinking and entertainment, and has entrusted Mattie to monitor me. Next time you go to my house for dinner, you have to help me say something nice in front of Joan.
By the way, try to go out as little as possible at night these days, Heather."
"What's wrong?" Heather looked at ***, he was the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle and often associated with the upper class. Did he know any information?
"Don't you think there are more and more so-called superheroes and super villains appearing in recent times? Especially the spider woman flying around in my territory, she is really annoying."
Jameson became angry when he mentioned the ghost spider, then he hooked his hand to signal Heather to come closer and lowered his voice and said:
"Listen to me, I'm always receiving more and more press releases, many of which are related to superheroes and villains. Do you know 'Hell's Kitchen'?"
Heather recalled it for a moment, then nodded: "I know."
New York is divided into five boroughs, namely the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens and Staten Island. Each borough has many detailed small-block communities, and Hell's Kitchen is the borough of Manhattan.
A neighborhood in , the official administrative district is called Clinton District, also known as West Midtown.
There are two legends about the origin of the name Hell's Kitchen.
The first is that the September 22, 1881, newspaper published an article about a reporter interviewing people related to a serial murder case in West Midtown. The article specifically mentioned a notorious building located at the intersection of 39th Street and Tenth Avenue.
apartment building, and described it as "probably the lowest and filthiest neighborhood in the entire city." Therefore, 39th Street between Ninth and Tenth Avenues has since been called Hell's Kitchen, and it has slowly spread to several surrounding blocks.
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The second one comes from police rumors. It is said that a long time ago, two New York police officers were watching a small-scale rape that took place near West 39th Street and 10th Avenue. At that time, the young rookie officer blurted out, "This place is really hell."
But a senior police officer named Fred corrected him, "To say it is hell is an understatement. It is basically Hell's Kitchen."
At this point, West Central City was gradually called Hell's Kitchen.
"It is said that a strange man named 'Mordoc' appeared in Hell's Kitchen. He controlled the underground forces in Hell Kitchen and gradually radiated to the entire New York. People called him the 'King of the Night.' During this time, the nights in New York became more and more popular.
It’s getting more and more uneasy, so try not to go out at night and don’t cause trouble.”