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, and had a meal there, mainly drinking the fine 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.
, being 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 when they returned to the city.
In short, I just want Jessica to understand how hard-earned the lives of young people are today.
Private detective can be regarded as 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. Although the taste of the toaster's junk product was hard to describe, Tony was rich. New York was ruined and he could still 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 is 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 today. 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 rest.
Get some sleep and forget about the guilt.
Walking among the shelves, she looked at the prices 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 advertisements, 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. 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 knows this person, this is Joe Xiaos. Three generations of their family have been spokespersons for the Wilson Corporate Publicity Department. To put it bluntly, they are Deathstroke's loyal subordinates.
At this time, the bald man was smiling proudly, walking up and down the stage and making opening remarks, as if he wanted 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 going to launch a new sanitary napkin again?"
"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.
SMS from the operator? Go, go, stay out of the way."
"New York has been invaded by aliens today. I didn't bring my cell phone out of my house. Tell me, isn't this the official start 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 patronizes the store? Simply because all the capable residents nearby are dead, and the incompetent ones 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 an ordinary small store be so strong? This store was most likely reinforced to the standards of a bunker, and it was just a disguise.
In fact, there may be a drug manufacturing factory or an arms smuggling place under my feet. Today, I took advantage of the chaos to ship goods. The owner of this store has an eye for what's going on, and the boss behind it may be the Viper Gang or the Hand.
The probability of the Hand is higher. They like to use serious business to cover up illegal transactions. For example, what looks like a small restaurant is a Japanese-style casino underground; what looks like a barber shop is a Japanese-style brothel underground; what looks like a hardware store is underground.
Where there are shops, slave auctions are 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? She is not a spy.
"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.
It seemed like he was about to curse at first, but now his attitude became more polite. He changed his tone and actually explained with a smile:
"Oh, at noon today, all major communication operators have sent text messages to customers, reminding us to watch the news broadcasts of major TV stations. After a while, there will be a QR code in the lower right corner of the screen. If you scan the code with your mobile phone,
You can participate in the 'Shake' 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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