Chapter 11: Bullseye Exits
"Do you have any other questions?"
Harry looked at the two of them.
"By the way, you are not fighting alone. My father, do you remember? Norman Osborn has already established a relationship with the prosecutor's office. In fact, there have been many public prosecutions against Kingpin, such as drug dealing and murder. These kinds of prosecutors are dealt with every year, but new fools always come in."
Bribery, kidnapping, coercion, and even murder, Kingpin's criminal empire is a kingdom built on violence and lies. In this society, they thrive through shady operations.
Therefore, Kingpin rarely messes with serious big players. Compared with one or two superheroes fighting alone, a force in the open will cause more fatal damage to him.
This time, Harry has already signaled Norman to fund the prosecutor's office's prosecution of some crimes in Hell's Kitchen.
"In addition, the Osborn Group, along with my father and New York City Police Commissioner George Stacey, have reached a cooperation agreement to increase the police force in Hell's Kitchen and establish a temporary witness protection zone. If you need to protect witnesses, remember to contact him."
Harry pulled out a business card with George Stacey's phone number on it.
This police chief is Spider-Man's future girlfriend Gwen's father. He is a very upright policeman. Introducing him to Matt is also one of Harry's plans to build the political power of the Osborn family.
"Then, that's it for today."
Harry stood up to leave, but was caught by Matt.
"You didn't bring a bodyguard, right? Someone is coming for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the office was kicked open. The old wooden door creaked and then fell to the ground with a bang.
It's Bullseye - an Irish bald man with a target carved into his head.
"Uh... who is this guy?" Foggy looked at Bullseye, and then at Matt, who was facing a powerful enemy.
"Hit man, Kingpin's man. Remember the grocer who was killed by a paper clip?"
"He doesn't look like a boss."
"He is a killer. Find a place to hide."
Harry wanted to laugh a little, but at the same time he was very happy that he had completed the transformation of the Spartan Project.
It was time to test his current strength, and the system seemed to have the same idea as Harry.
[Temporary task release: small test of skills]
[Task content: Subdue/Kill Bullseye alone]
[Task Reward: Spartan Warrior Training Plan, Pilot Training Plan]
"It seems someone is anxious. What did Kingpin tell you? Kill me or kidnap me?" Harry slowly took off his suit and rolled up his sleeves. "Matt, step aside too."
Bullseye didn't speak, but his expression was like a mental illness, and the way he took out a paper clip and straightened it looked like a performance artist - the more curious type.
"Practice your hands first, right?"
While Harry was speaking, Bullseye threw out wires made of paper clips. After being thrown out, these things were like unloaded bullets, flying straight towards Harry's throat!
"Well---"
Harry clutched his neck and slumped on the sofa, minding his own business. Bullseye came in triumphantly swinging his clothes.
Only Matt noticed something was wrong, and took two steps back half helplessly and half shocked.
Just when Bullseye was about to speak, Harry jumped up!
"You don't think you really hit me, do you? You bald freak." After saying this, Harry threw the wire back with all his strength, but due to his lack of skill, he was neither accurate nor stable when throwing the wire. It was easily caught by Bullseye.
"You...you made me miss?!" Bullseye was indeed a paranoid psychopath. He looked angry as if he had an asthma attack.
"It seems someone is in a hurry again."
Harry shrugged. Bullseye's skills were indeed impeccable, but Harry, who had been transformed by the Spartan Project, could clearly see his movements. He had even calculated the movements of these gadgets before Bullseye took off the paper clip. Flight path!
"Look, I don't throw things around when I lose my temper like a child, so can we solve the problem quickly in a more manly way?" Harry looked at Bullseye, who had taken out a lot of dart cards and felt a little headache. Speaking of.
"I never miss!" The eager Bullseye suddenly threw out the throwing object in his hand, and an overwhelming number of deadly weapons shot out. Harry knew that he could not dodge all the hidden weapons this time.
I saw Harry reaching out to grab the sofa, holding the thing in front of him as easily as grabbing a toy and rushing towards Bullseye!
Matt on the side was already stunned - that was a three-seater sofa!
Boom!
The huge impact force caused the sofa to get stuck into the wall. Bullseye was stunned by all this. Fortunately, he hid quickly, otherwise, he would have been stuck in the wall by now!
This collision not only blocked Bullseye's escape route but also brought the two of them very close!
"Come on, let's settle the fight the old-school way."
Harry punched out, but his layman's punches were always narrowly avoided by Bullseye. Bullseye soon discovered that the powerful Mr. Osborn seemed to have little fighting experience. He grabbed Harry's arm, took advantage of Harry's old strength, and used joint techniques to lock Harry's hand before his new strength came into being.
But as we all know, you can use joint techniques to lock a person who is 10 kilograms, 20 kilograms, or even more heavier than you, but you cannot lock a tiger or an elephant, not to mention Harry's joints are stronger than steel. tough.
"Have you had enough trouble?" Harry swung his arm and smashed the bullseye to the ground, spitting out blood. The ground was even cracked, the old building was shaking, and the glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Matt felt a chill in his body when he felt this scene - Mr. Osborn was as weak as a chicken a month ago, how could he become Captain America today?
Harry frowned and looked at Bullseye lying on the ground, and then kicked him hard, literally kicking him into the wall, which made the onlookers tremble.
Of course, it's not that Harry has sadistic tendencies to make up for this, it's just that the system hasn't prompted the task to be completed yet.
[Mission completed, Bullseye has been subdued]
[The reward has been issued.]
After seeing the system prompts, Harry pulled the bullseye out with satisfaction.
"I didn't see it, you were so cruel..." Matt said.
Isn't that right? Looking at Bullseye's distorted appearance, he probably just breathed a sigh of relief. If he left it alone, he would probably die soon.
"Could this guy be an entry point into a prosecution against the Kingpin?" Harry asked.
"There are some difficulties... As a professional killer, this guy's identity information has long been eliminated, and this perverted mental state makes it difficult to serve as a witness."
"Well... Indeed, let's just kill him?" Bullseye is still an ordinary person at this moment, and it won't take much effort to kill him.
"What? But..."
Matt was shocked again and seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Harry.
"Please, do you really want to pretend with me? How long can this guy be put in jail? Oh, by the way, with his mental state, whether he can be put in jail is another matter. Think about how many people he has killed?"
Matt was silent. He knew what Harry said was right, but he was a little uneasy.
"...Aren't you worried about your image?" Matt said, avoiding the discussion about whether to kill or not.
"Me? What do I have to worry about?" Harry put on his clothes and took a sip of water. "An undocumented foreigner, a professional killer, attacked a successful millionaire who was passionate about improving citizens' lives, and then was killed by me in self-defense. I think this is a proving image."
"A tough entrepreneur who has the ability to protect himself and others, negative? This case will be left to you. If you want to arrange a few crimes for him, I will support it. It should not be difficult to dig up this guy's criminal record."
After Harry finished speaking, he walked out of the office without waiting for Matt's response, and even touched the bullseye on the ground.
"The law is on our side this time, go ahead and do it, Matt."
Chapter 12: General Ross's Call
"Mr. Osborn, there are rumors that you killed a foreigner in Clinton District (Hell's Kitchen) recently. How do you explain this?"
As usual, every time he did something big, Harry had to deal with troublesome press conferences.
Although Harry is confident that these problems can be solved, what must be done must be done, and this is a critical period in Norman's political career.
"Miss reporter, I want to correct your statement. That was not a 'foreigner', but a professional killer. My behavior was self-defense. In fact, my lawyer is already handling this matter. You can continue to follow up."
When Harry said the words "professional killer", the crowd screamed.
"I'm sorry, there was something wrong with my wording." The reporter quickly apologized and sat down.
In fact, this question was arranged by Harry himself—someone would always ask this question, so why not let one of his own ask it.
"It's okay," Harry smiled and nodded, pointing to a young man in the audience who was in high spirits. "Journalist, what questions do you have?"
"How did you subdue that career criminal? There are rumors that your performance was as heroic as Captain America's in fighting the Nazis. Some even speculated whether you had the same body modification as Captain America?"
Harry smiled, this was also a matter of his arrangement.
"Reporter, what's your name?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, and when he realized that this was an opportunity for Harry to give him a familiar face, he immediately replied excitedly:
"My name is Eddie Brock, you can call me Eddie. I'm still in college."
"Part-time study, part-time job, self-reliance? Then we can be considered colleagues in a sense?"
Harry's answer made everyone laugh, and many people gave Eddie a kind smile. Sometimes it is important to give these young people some opportunities while leaving a good impression on themselves.
"Back to the topic, thank you for your question, Eddie. This question involves our company's new product."
Harry motioned for Hurley to come forward.
"This is a new type of exoskeleton designed specifically for law enforcement to enhance the user's physical fitness and strength and is equipped with ballistic steel plates."
In the video, Hurley lifts a 300kg barbell and looks effortless.
Then, the simulated actual combat test video of the exoskeleton was demonstrated through a video, which was amazing.
"As everyone knows, our company was attacked and robbed some time ago, and many industrial exoskeletons were stolen, which caused everyone to panic. I am deeply sorry for this."
Harry put down the phone and bowed deeply.
"Mr. Osborn, we all know that it was not your fault, it was the criminal's fault, and you don't have to blame yourself." Eddie continued.
"No, using technology to improve lives and achieve the future has always been the purpose of Osborn Company. That's why I developed this exoskeleton and decided to sell these equipment to the New York Police Department at low cost price!"
There was applause at the scene.
"In fact, we have reached in-depth cooperation with the New York Police Department in the past few months to rectify several areas in the city with high crime rates, especially Hell's Kitchen!"
Applause broke out again.
Harry paused and took a sip of water. Everyone was waiting for the next step.
"I know that some people have argued in the past that my father and I publicly mentioning this name is a form of discrimination, but is the real discrimination about the name?"
"Drug abuse is rampant, public security is bad, and employment is difficult. A child born in Hell's Kitchen is likely to learn to take drugs at the age of 10 or even earlier, or even sell these things. It is right to turn a blind eye to these things and dwell on a name. Their discrimination!"
"Osborn Group is about to start renovation measures. In the future, when these problems are solved, you can change it to a more meaningful name if you want!"
"You know what to do! Vote for Norman Osborn!"
The press conference ended with applause.
Watching the video of last week's press conference, the father and son clinked glasses.
"You seem to have more potential as a politician than I do, my son."
"Please, father, that's just what Hurley wrote before. If I had a choice, I'd rather let her say these words."
"So, you two..." Norman straightened up and made a movement.
Harry rolled his eyes at his father, "Please, I'm only 17 years old, father, and I still have some things to confirm. At least I can't make a decision until you become president."
"Come on, don't I know you? By the way, you will be an adult soon. Is there anything you want?"
"The New York City grid, that's it." Harry shrugged.
"Speaking of this, the mayor agreed to postpone the project progress, but the new power grid will use Dr. Otto's nuclear fusion technology, and I agreed."
Harry said it didn't matter. Nuclear fusion was originally intended to be used on the New York power grid. In other words, this should be considered an over-fulfillment of the task, right? After all, the original power grid was designed to use hydropower.
The only problem now is Kingpin, but if you want to checkmate this big fat man, you still need the fire. This eager fat man has caused quite a bloody storm these days.
Jingle Bell—
It was Norman's phone that rang.
"General Ross." Norman winked at Harry. "How's it going?"
"Not so good, Norman. Stark has been missing for too long, and Congress is worried about new weapons falling into enemy hands."
Speaking of this, Harry was a little strange. He remembered that Stark's disappearance shouldn't have been so long?
Suddenly he thought of one thing—that the US military in the movie does not have the power armor he developed... In other words, when Stark goes to Afghanistan, what will happen should be different. Besides, in this world, it wasn't exactly the movie world he was familiar with.
Is this the butterfly effect?
"Is Harry with you?" General Ross called for Harry by name.
"Wait a moment, I'll call him over."
After a moment of silence, Harry spoke:
"General Ross, what's wrong?"
"I'll tell you the truth, is that rumor true? Human body enhancement technology?"
This is indeed what happened. General Ross has always been obsessed with human enhancement and has created things like the Hulk, and has never stopped tracking Banner after he disappeared.
"No, General. If we obtain controllable technology, of course, we will seek cooperation with you as soon as possible." The father and son looked at each other and smiled.
As for what is uncontrollable, of course, it is not necessarily the case. Of course, Ross understood the tricks of Harry's speech, but he misunderstood what Harry meant. He thought Harry was talking about the Green Goblin Enhancer, the project they had abandoned.
"..." There was silence on the other side of the phone.
At this time, Harry suddenly thought that as a military boss, General Ross's support was very valuable. Maybe he could have more in-depth contact and cooperation with Ross.
"But... General, we have another project that you might be interested in..."
Harry reported Dr. Connors' ongoing research to General Ross, and as expected, he became interested in it.
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Chapter 13: Kingpin
"Crime in Hell's Kitchen reaches record low."
"With the New York Police Department fully mobilized, can the problem in Hell's Kitchen be cured?"
All the headlines were about the new changes in Hell's Kitchen.
Harry smiled as he looked at some little news in the corner that no one noticed:
"The weirdo in red? A friendly masked man who specializes in helping old ladies catch cats."
"The Black Masked Man, the mysterious vigilante of Hell's Kitchen. Sheriff Stacey: all vigilantes are criminals at heart!"
Seeing Harry suddenly laughing while watching the news, George Stacey walked up to him.
"Hell's Kitchen is in better shape than it's ever been, thanks to you and your father. On behalf of the people of New York, thank you."
"As an American citizen, this is what I should do," Harry said, taking out his mobile phone. "What do you think of these news? I saw some media said that you had commented on this... black vigilante."
"To torture someone privately without going through a legal trial is just another self-righteous criminal."
Matt seemed a little unhappy after hearing the words of the New York Police Chief. Harry looked at the two of them and decided to intervene.
"What about you, Matt?"
The debate was very effective. Matt immediately threw out arguments like, "You're not from Hell's Kitchen, you don't understand this place," and Sheriff Stacey was not far behind, clinging to "If you don't obey the law and abuse lynching, you are a criminal." Harry listened to their debate with interest.
This time, he came to Hell's Kitchen at the invitation of George, who seemed to want to show Harry the results of their work.
You must know that Harry contributed hundreds of police exoskeletons at ;ow cost price, and some of them even allowed them to pay on credit.
Now the streets were full of police patrols, and the gang members were hiding, making the area seem much safer.
But most of the police officers called this time were still local police from Hell's Kitchen, and Harry knew this was a huge hidden danger.
Seeing that Matt was about to turn the debate towards Harry's "self-defense" behavior, Harry stopped him in time.
"Chief Stacey, but I have a question. According to my understanding, although the crime rate in Hell's Kitchen has been low these days, the number of severe crimes seems to be increasing instead of decreasing?"
Yes, although there have been fewer robberies and fights during these days, murders have emerged one after another. According to Daredevil Matt's investigation, this is Kingpin destroying evidence - it is possible to know through killing, but it is not a member of the criminal empire.
Facing the facts, Director Stacey could only say that they were working hard.
Harry didn't have any objections to this. Being anxious meant that he had hit a sore spot, and Kingpin was really going to finish playing this time.
"Wait..."
Harry noticed that Matt had stopped suddenly, and he immediately paid full attention--
Boom!
The sound of an explosion was heard in the distance. Judging from the sound, the explosion was very large!
"Command room, command room, call the command room! Call..." A rapid voice suddenly sounded on the intercom, and Chief Stacey responded hurriedly.
"No, run!" Matt shouted and rushed towards the two of them--
Boom!
There was another explosion, and the building in front of the three people suddenly collapsed!
Boom!
"Oh my God! Chief Stacey! Mr. Osborn!" The surrounding police officers shouted, but within a few seconds, several figures appeared in the smoke again.
"Ahem...Harry, Mr. Murdock, are you okay?"
The three of them climbed up from the ground with difficulty.
At the critical moment, Harry grabbed the two of them and threw them out of the place where the rubble hit.
However, in order to cover up his strong physique, he had to put on some glamor - Harry didn't want to overdo it, but he also didn't want to be as ostentatious as Iron Man in the future, just to let the public think that he was a strong man.
"Oh my God, Harry..." The look on Harry frightened George.
Harry's clothes were torn apart by debris and stones, and his body was covered in scars. His entire arm hung to the side, as if it was broken.
The explosion continued, and the intercom on the ground buzzed wildly.
"You guys, send Mr. Harry to the hospital quickly!" George immediately commanded his men and asked them to send Harry to the hospital.
But Matt seemed to feel something, and when he was about to stop him, Harry stood up unsteadily and motioned for him to stop talking.
"I can walk by myself... Then I can borrow your car."
Several police officers nodded towards George and sat in the car - it seemed that their plan was successful.
But when Harry got into the car, whether it was their imagination or not, the car shook violently, as if a tiger had been put into the car.
And Matt silently mourned for them - in his perception, there was definitely something wrong with those police officers.
But Harry wasn't faking it. There was obviously nothing wrong with his body, the so-called fractures were just fake, and his heart was beating as brightly as the sun.
Just do what you need to do, there will definitely be nothing wrong with Mr. Osborn.
...
"So... this shouldn't be the way to the hospital, right?" Harry twisted his neck. "I guess this is the way to Fisk's Wonderful House, am I right?"
The policeman next to Harry looked at each other and took out a mobile phone.
"Mr. Osborn is really smart. I would like to invite you to join me. I hope you won't refuse." It was indeed Kingpin who spoke, but his tone was much colder than the previous call to him.
"So you think kidnapping me will solve the problem? You should know that all the people who may become witnesses and give your criminal empire a blow have been controlled by the police, right?"
"Haha, Mr. Osborn is joking, do you think any of these around you is not a police officer?"
Harry fell silent.
"And, in fact, I am not inviting you this time to coerce you, but for business."
The car soon arrived at a private art exhibition hall.
As soon as he got out of the car, Harry saw this two-meter-tall guy standing at the door like a door god. Although Harry liked to call him a fat man, when an ordinary person stood in front of him, he would never think that he was a fat man. This is a monster.
Of course, this is only for ordinary people. In fact, if Harry did not control some operations in Spartan's biomodification surgery, his height should be more than two meters, but the change would be too obvious.
Even now, Harry is close to 1.9 meters tall and weighs even more than Kingpin, so he doesn't feel that this guy's size will suffocate him.
"Welcome, Mr. Harry Osborn, let's go inside and talk."
The fat man made an inviting gesture, which seemed extremely respectful, but Harry walked in without even looking at him.
It seemed that Mr. Kingpin was going to give in, but would Harry let him go?
Chapter 14: The Death of Kingpin
"Wilson Fisk, Kingpin, we finally meet. Ever since you stole my belongings, I've been eager for this encounter."
Harry crossed his legs, looked at Kingpin sitting opposite him, and patted the table.
"...Mr. Harry, I was born in Hell's Kitchen. When I was young, my father died on the streets trying to keep his position as the gang leader."
"That's really ridiculous, you know? While our troops were fighting bloody battles overseas, you dogs were tearing each other apart here." Harry didn't hold back, taunting the fat man.
Harry knew exactly what Kingpin wanted to say: it was the usual "you don't understand Hell's Kitchen," "you're too young," "we're the same kind of people," and other sophistry. Amusingly, this fat man often told superheroes that they were the same kind of people, only to then claim they didn't understand. By extension, did that mean he didn't understand either?
Of course, what Harry said was not profound, but from a broader perspective, the battlefield was obviously a higher level than street brawls. He just wanted to annoy Kingpin.
"...But you haven't experienced the battlefield. I have experienced gang bloodshed." Kingpin stared directly at Harry, his tone growing cold.
"Please, Kingpin, do you think I'm like you? I have connections and resources. I was born in Osborne's private hospital, while you were born in a stinky ditch. You wouldn't expect me to roll in the mud with you, would you?"
Harry taunted Kingpin in the most sarcastic tone, trying to provoke him—and he succeeded. Kingpin was ambitious and always harbored ill intentions toward those above him.
He wanted to be the best.
So he climbed from a street gangster to the top of New York's underworld.
But he discovered: this seemed to be the end.
"Mr. Fisk, do you know? Although we come from two different worlds, although I am stronger than you, and although we are enemies, this doesn't mean I don't respect your methods and perseverance."
Harry stood up and walked over to Kingpin.
"But these things can't change anything. You understand this, right? Think about your wife and daughter, how they died..."
Boom!
Kingpin was furious. His thick arms grabbed Harry like cannonballs, but Harry's hand was as strong and powerful as some kind of hydraulic clamp, tightly controlling his hand.
Who is the villain here? If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely shout that it was ridiculous.
After a moment of stalemate, Harry let go of Kingpin's hand.
"Harry Osborn, we all know you have a masked friend. Do you think he will blow up the city and leave as if nothing happened?"
"Come on, Kingpin, we all know you were the one who blew up this city." Harry guessed what he wanted to do next and suppressed a smile to accompany him.
"The city doesn't think so."
Kingpin turned on the TV, which was reporting on the serial explosions in Hell's Kitchen. The news station seemed to be deliberately pointing the culprit to Daredevil. In fact, this was not the first time they had done this since Harry took action.
Harry shrugged and motioned for Kingpin to continue watching.
"...Regarding this explosion, no one or any media should make any wild guesses before the results of the investigation come out! There is evidence that this is a desperate terrorist activity by the New York gang, and this is a provocation to the New York Police Department!" said George Stacey.
In fact, Harry did not instruct the police chief to do anything, but the police chief was a very serious and upright man, and he always disliked the media's wanton speculation.
"Do you think you won? Harry Osborne, do you think you can protect the witnesses by putting them in a safe area you have designated?" Kingpin clenched his fists, and his eyes seemed to spit out fire.
"In fact, I can indeed protect them." Harry spread his hands.
Kingpin sneered and continued to play today's news.
Unfortunately, the scene Kingpin expected did not appear, and the news now broadcast on the news left him speechless.
"The military suddenly breaks into the temporary witness protection area, Hell's Kitchen escalates?"
"Today, explosions occurred in several neighborhoods of Hell's Kitchen. At the same time, a military unit quietly entered the temporary witness protection zone. According to them, this was to protect the cooperation project between the Osborne Group and the military here..."
"The strange thing is that some police officers at the scene seemed to be controlled by them..."
Harry knocked on the table to alert Kingpin to his senses.
"Big explosion, terrorist attack, and then kill those people with thunderous means, and continue your reign of terror. This method is very useful. At least if you touch me intentionally, the weaklings will stop talking, but when they find out that your behavior has no impact on me, what will they do?"
"Look, you only have a few tricks up your sleeve, kidnapping, murder, and bribery. You say we are the same, but you are just a bully crawling out of a stinky ditch, using violence and lies to control this place. We are different."
Harry smiled and looked out the window.
"You will never understand why guys like the masked man cling to you, and then mentally label them as hypocrites and then say that you are the same kind of people."
When Kingpin heard this, he laughed angrily: "So? Are you going to tell me some great truths about justice?"
"Of course not. Have you ever played Waterpipe? A video game," Harry said.
Kingpin has never played this little game about connecting water pipes of different shapes into a complete pipeline system. Kingpin has never played it, but he knows this game.
"If you compare what we are doing to connecting water pipes, you are like a strong man with infinite strength. You can break the water pipes into what you want, and then connect them together."
"But there will always be a few die-hards, and you'll never be able to turn them into what you want them to be, and when game time comes..."
"Bang! Game over."
After saying that, Harry walked straight out the door, but suddenly a siren sounded in the building, and the steel blast door slowly lowered...
"Hmph, don't you think you can still leave today?" Kingpin took off his custom-made suit and walked towards Harry step by step.
"The old-school solution? You see, that's why I said we're not on the same level at all."
Harry shook his head helplessly, and then with Kingpin's gaze, he slammed his hands against the heavy blast door!
The extremely heavy explosion-proof door was stopped by Harry. The transmission device squeaked, and the sound of gears breaking could even be heard in the wall---
Click!
In the end, the blast door was forcibly lifted back and stuck in mid-air, unable to stop Harry from leaving.
Kingpin, on the other hand, roared unwillingly and rushed towards Harry, but Harry just kicked him backwards.
Harry's speed was far beyond Kingpin's imagination. He hurriedly used his hands to block it, but he could only be kicked away like a ball and his arms were broken.
In fact, if there was a serious fight, Kingpin shouldn't be so embarrassed even if he loses, but he has lost his mind. In the direct confrontation, he is just a human being and gave up his fighting skills. He has no chance of winning.
Harry left the "Colosseum" prepared by Kingpin without looking back, and Kingpin did not catch up with him. Instead, he climbed back into his chair and lit a cigar in loneliness.
He understood that this time he was really done playing. Just like his father, he encountered an opponent he couldn't handle and reached the end.
Chapter 15: Black Widow
Harry smiled easily as he walked out of United Construction Company.
The feeling of overpowering others is really satisfying—especially when it's someone so self-righteous and powerful.
Maybe this is the dark side of his heart.
"So, who are you?" Harry walked to the street. He had already noticed someone following him in the shadows.
"Mr. Osborn is indeed no ordinary person." The speaker was an old woman, "You can call me Mrs. Gao, I am Kingpin's drug supplier."
"So, Mrs. Gao, what do you have to say?"
Harry was not surprised that the first person to betray Kingpin was Mrs. Gao.
In fact, in Kingpin's criminal empire, the Hand and Union represented by Mrs. Gao is a very special group.
They are not a gang in the true sense, but a highly organized group of ninja assassins dedicated to expanding their power in the shadows.
They have mastered a special technology, or resource—a dragon bone that is said to be able to bring the dead back to life. They have used the dragon bone to secretly form ulterior relationships with many senior executives. In Hell's Kitchen, Rand Group is one such organization controlled by them.
Mrs. Gao used Kingpin's relationship to run the drug trade in Hell's Kitchen, relying on the money and power to find the dragon bones that were said to be buried here.
It's a pity that Harry used too many methods to deal with Kingpin, and the official forces involved were extensive. It was all about using power to suppress others and reducing the dimension of the attack—even the army was involved.
As expected from Harry, Mrs. Gao really came to surrender.
"...This evidence will become a sharp sword that destroys Kingpin's criminal empire and goes straight to his vitals," Mrs. Gao didn't seem to like speaking English very much, and there was a translator beside her. "As long as you let us go."
Harry smiled. Mrs. Gao was quite sensible and didn't ask Harry to help sell drugs.
But Harry has no interest in these underground transactions. Although the profit of the drug trade is high, it is not long-lasting and overdraws the development potential. Relying on the system for long-term development is Harry's plan.
He likes to be a capitalist in heaven and does not like to be a bully in hell.
"Mrs. Gao, you don't really think I will let you go, do you?" Harry said "Or do you think I will be interested in your property?"
"I really like the idiom 'when the nest is overturned, no eggs are left intact.' Now that I have the opportunity to send you to hell, why would I let you go? But for the sake of your surrender, I advise you to run. Just run, if you run too late you will go to jail."
As for the evidence... Just kidding, in the current situation, it would be no problem to sentence Kingpin and his gang to hundreds or even thousands of years. Will he lack evidence?
"Mrs. Gao, if you and your forces can give up your illegal industry, I don't mind letting you be a small contractor in Hell's Kitchen, but do you know how to operate it legally? This is the United States, a modern democratic country ruled by law, not some temple or feudal dynasty. I really doubt which dynasty you dug it from."
In fact, Mrs. Gao can really be regarded as an antique excavated from anchient dynasty period. Because of her dragon bone, she lived too long.
Ignoring Mrs. Gao's enraged expression, Harry left. He was not afraid even if the Hand tried to influence him, he had already been eyeing those dragon bones.
After walking a few steps, someone appeared again in the darkness. This time it was a hot girl with red hair.
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Natasha, Black Widow.
"Wow... On such a bloody night, I unexpectedly met a beauty in the world..." Harry took the initiative and leaned over, "Do you need me to take you home? Baby."
"Of course, I'm afraid you don't dare." Black Widow was indeed very charming and made Harry's heart itch.
Many seasoned transmigrators stayed away from this Black Widow, but if there was a chance, Harry really wanted to give it a try...
Cough, far away.
"And where are you from? I have to know where to send you, my lady."
"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, Domestic...Hey, forget this damn name. Agent Natasha, from a mysterious organization." The sexy agent suddenly rolled her eyes in the middle of reading, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
"Opening your heart is the basis of communication. You have already completed the first step, why not be more honest?" Harry took the initiative to put his arm around Natasha's waist, and the two of them walked like this on a deserted street. Not far away, a building was still burning.
"What do you want to know?" Harry didn't know much about Black Widow and S.H.I.E.L.D. After a busy day, he wanted to go home, but he could stay busy for a while if he had this opportunity.
"How did you get out of that building?" Natasha's hand also touched him, "You seem to be stronger than you look."
Despite this intimate gesture, Harry knew that the Black Widow was probably just trying to gather information.
This made Harry gradually lose interest. He couldn't wait to go home and have a candlelight dinner with Hurley.
After several rounds of tricking each other, Harry gradually lost interest in Black Widow. He was not a dog-licker and would not indulge in lust.
"So, agent, what do you want from me? I don't think it's worth it for any department to come and talk to me. The FBI won't find me. I'm just a sponsor of the operation."
"Kingpin is a ruthless character. He weighs more than 400 pounds, more than 90% of which is muscle. It is no joke to say that he can lift a car. How did you get out of it? Are you really Captain America?"
Sure enough, these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had probably been targeting him for a long time, but he was just a technology company boss and inventor before, until he killed Bullseye, which made them suspicious.
"Then...we received reliable information that you seem to be different now, Mr. Osborn." Natasha continued to touch Harry, which made Harry speechless.
But reliable information... Where did they get reliable information? It seemed that my previous guess was true.
In order to feel the intuitive changes in a man's physical strength, besides fighting, there are indeed other ways.
"Reliable information, right? Why don't you continue asking your reliable sources?" Harry didn't mean to admit it, but he didn't deny it either.
Natasha was thoughtful, but she had something else to say.
"What are you going to do with Kingpin? He is very important. Even if he is gone, there will be a second Kingpin."
After hearing this, Harry couldn't help laughing.
"Isn't that what you said?" Agents like Natasha generally don't need to think about things this way, "Tell me, why do you think a capitalist country needs a feudal dynasty's gang organization? Is it to show your incompetence?"
After saying that, Harry's driver arrived. Harry didn't intend to explain and motioned to the driver to leave quickly. The driver was very confused:
With such a beautiful girl, Harry actually left without inviting her to discuss a business deal?
And Natasha was also confused, but not because of what Harry said, but because:
This guy just left me here? Why is it different from what was said in the intelligence? Is it because I can't compare to those little girls?
In this regard, Harry still said the same thing, he was not a licker and had no interest in being hung up.
Chapter 16: Matt's New Goal
The impact of Kingpin's explosive downfall was great and far-reaching.
As Harry said, if Kingpin's plan had succeeded, his influence in the New York gang and even nationwide would have been further enhanced, but it was obvious that he failed. The enemies he had made in the past, coerced by him, would all become the key force to bring down the gangster emperor.
As for Hell's Kitchen, Harry did as he promised and wiped out all the major forces in it, leaving no one left. Except for Mrs. Gao, who left New York, most of the remaining people were in jail, and a few were on the run, but they couldn't escape for long.
And Kingpin, because he broke too many laws, was sentenced to 690 years in prison.
"So, this is how you do things? This is how you 'clean the slate'?" At the scene of Kingpin's arrest, Kingpin seemed to have regained his energy and spoke to Harry. "I will return."
"No, you won't," Harry replied, no longer interested in arguing with him. Even if Kingpin had the ability to re-establish his power in prison, it would take a long time and be quite difficult.
And if he really insisted on doing this, Harry could ask his father to gain more political achievements by targeting him and catching a few notorious criminals. Matt and some superheroes would be happy to help with this.
Besides, just because there's no death penalty in New York now doesn't mean there won't be in the future. Kingpin seemed to have rested for a few days and then thought he could manage again.
"How does it feel, Matt?" Harry patted Matt on the shoulder, almost knocking him down—this kid went to save people in the explosion a few days ago, so he was seriously injured.
At this time, Matt was of course in a very good mood. As he investigated, he found that the current situation in Hell's Kitchen was inseparable from Kingpin. It could be said that 90% of the crimes were related to this man.
As he meditated at night, he wondered what would have happened if Harry Osborn hadn't intervened in Hell's Kitchen.
The picture he imagined made him shudder.
If there were no Harry, he would need to find the mastermind behind Hell's Kitchen first. Before that, he would have to deal with the Russian gangsters, the Yakuza, and Madam Gao, and ask them for Kingpin's name; then, even if these people betrayed Kingpin, they would be silenced in the big explosion.
And Matt, or Daredevil, would take the blame.
But he was still confident that Kingpin would be brought to justice. But what happens after that? As long as Kingpin's criminal empire wasn't destroyed, he could come out whenever he wanted.
It would be a fight with no end in sight.
"Do you think it is necessary for my friend to continue to do that?" Matt did not answer Harry's question but asked one himself.
Harry was a little surprised that Matt was willing to talk to him about Daredevil.
"So, now you believe that I am a pure and honest businessman, right?"
"The honest businessman who kicked Bullseye to death?" Matt shrugged. "But... Foggy and I really need to change our appearance."
Harry smiled, that was right.
"Have you read the Batman comics?" Harry didn't answer him directly.
In this world dominated by Marvel, there are DC comics, Harry had confirmed this.
"I'm blind, Mr. Osborn, and don't read comics."
"..." Harry was stunned, "Uh... Then you can read the novel."
"I've seen it. What do you want to say? It's just a fictional work." To Harry's surprise, Matt had actually seen it!
In Harry's view, the two of them actually had a lot in common. They had the same symbolic clothing that frightened their enemies, they had both been trained by a mysterious organization, and they both abided by the no-kill principle.
Matt even came with his own sonar system, which made Batman seem a little unworthy of his name in comparison.
"I think your friend can continue to work, but I think you should work harder in your field. Maybe you can set a small goal for yourself, such as becoming a chief justice."
"I believe you have also seen this time. Maybe a superhero can raise hope for people, but to really make people live a good life, an upright system is much more important."
Hearing this, Matt's expression became strange. This was a path he had never thought of. After all, he had not had a good impression of official personnel before.
But if you think about it carefully...it is indeed much better than being a lawyer, at least it wouldn't be so frustrating.
As for Harry, if Matt was willing to sit in that position, he would definitely support him. People like Matt who work by faith are simply the best employees—he doesn't even have to pay wages, and he doesn't have to worry about him suddenly betraying.
"I heard that becoming a lawyer is your father's wish for you, but if he knew that you became a judge or something, he would probably be proud of you."
"I'll think about it."
It could be seen that Matt was really moved.
Harry was also very lucky that Matt was still very young at the moment. If this was Daredevil who had matured for a few more years, the two of them would probably have fought when he kicked Bullseye to death.
Then, Harry took out a small box.
"A gift for your friend." Harry turned on the switch. "A portable sonar device that emits sound waves at a fixed frequency and has a clutter filtering function."
Matt's senses are extraordinary. He was often troubled by this super sense when he was a child. Even now, noisy environments still have an impact on his fighting ability.
This device could greatly weaken the impact of noise on Matt. Simply put, it helps Matt enter a certain state of detection specialization.
"Thank you, but I'm not sure if he will be of use." Matt accepted Harry's gift without being polite.
After accepting the gift, Matt hesitated for a moment and took out a stack of information from his briefcase.
"One more thing. On the day of the explosion, there was a mysterious man chasing those gangsters."
"Oh?" Harry was intrigued.
"I have investigated and that guy does not belong to any force." Then Matt took out a stack of information. "Then this pile of information was all provided by one person."
Harry immediately became very interested in this because a figure immediately appeared in his mind.
A person considered by the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. to have reached the level of a level 10 agent.
"Frank Castle, ex-Marine, was awarded the Medal of Honor, Navy Cross, 3 Silver Stars, 4 Purple Hearts, and the Presidential Medal of Freedom for his service. He is a ruthless man."
As far as Harry knew, he should also have a name—"The Punisher."
He just didn't know...what stage of his life this Frank was in now.
Judging from his behavior, maybe he hasn't really become the Punisher yet.
"The two people you're talking about are the same person, right, Matt?"
Matt said nothing and nodded silently.
"Interesting, I'm going to get in touch with him."
Harry had long wanted to form an organization like the "Osborn Asset Protection and Recovery Team" but had been unable to find the right people.
And Frank is fearless, fierce, experienced, and does not belong to any force. There is no one more suitable to be the commander of this team than him.
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Chapter 17: Saving Frank's Daughter
"You don't seem to be taking the initiative lately?" Hurley sat in the passenger seat and wiped his mouth.
"Is there any?" Harry stepped on the brakes, feeling refreshed as they reached their destination.
In fact, it does happen. Spartan biomodification surgery adjusts human endocrine hormones, and a significant effect is that the desire in that area drops sharply.
But maybe it was because he spent too much time with Hurley, but he still enjoyed Hurley's "relaxing massage."
"Vietnam War veterans have made outstanding contributions. Are we preparing to form a private armed force? I must remind you that the funding for the city police department and prosecutor's office in the past few months has exceeded the original budget." As soon as they got out of the car, the two immediately returned to their working posture, and Hurley kept flipping through the information in his hand.
"In addition, the acquisition of shares in Stark Industries has also stopped. Now we hold 7% of the shares in Stark Industries, and they are already inviting you to participate in the next board meeting."
"That's not bad, but the board of directors has given it up. There's no point in going now." Harry waved his hand dismissively.
In fact, if Tony didn't have a chance to come back, Harry wouldn't even bother with the current Stark Industries.
And even if Tony comes back, his energy technology is not a super technology for Osborn Enterprises—Dr. Otto's nuclear fusion dream is about to come true.
Of course, cold fusion and miniaturization still need to be studied slowly, but Harry believes that this is not a problem for Dr. Otto.
The holding of Stark Industries is for long-term considerations. If possible, he really wants to destroy Stark Industries now, but on the one hand, there is no benefit in doing so; on the other hand, Congress will not allow this arms giant to be brought down, at least not now.
"Okay, I took note of it. You won't regret it now that I said their manager is a beauty, right?" Hurley said as he wrote.
"Of course not, thank you. Tell me about Frank's situation. Who is hospitalized? His wife, daughter, or son?"
Harry's destination was a hospital that was overcrowded due to the events of the past few weeks.
"It's his daughter. This Mr. Frank is a fierce man, a veteran of the Vietnam War, with outstanding achievements. Just when we first launched a series of investments in Hell's Kitchen, his family witnessed gang activities, and his wife and son were killed on the spot, and his daughter was seriously injured after being saved by a masked man."
Because of Harry's intervention, Kingpin was under a lot of pressure, which just gave Matt the opportunity to save Frank's daughter. It seemed like a butterfly effect.
Utilitarianally, that's good news. Harry doesn't need a Punisher, but a seasoned, legendary veteran.
"I heard that he became an army instructor after retiring?"
"He resigned, just a few weeks ago."
Harry nodded, roughly understanding Frank's current state. He motioned for Hurley to find a doctor to understand the situation and walked towards the intensive care unit.
Outside the intensive care unit, Harry recognized Frank at a glance—this man was ridiculously strong, but his mental state was not very good. He looked a little pale and had white hair on his temples.
Harry didn't hide his purpose, and Frank stopped pacing the moment Harry approached.
"Is that Mr. Frank Castle?"
"Are you...Harry Osborn?" Of course, Frank knew Harry; he was not a brainless person.
When he first gave the police information about the bastard who hurt his family, the police didn't help him, citing difficulties in tracking them down.
So he picked up a gun and relied on his own means and connections to find those guys and the people behind them, and provided information to the prosecutor's office.
What made him despair was that these guys were working together!
Angry, he decided to punish these guys himself, but when he saw his daughter who was seriously injured in bed, he hesitated—at this time, he saw Harry Osborn and his father Norman Osborn, and the changes in Hell's Kitchen, so he decided to try again.
And this time, the law did not let him down again—but he knew that it was not the law that suddenly opened its eyes. After experiencing that kind of thing, he was not stupid. He knew that it was all because of Osborne's intervention that things changed. There was a turnaround.
He didn't know how to describe his views and feelings about this, but he was still somewhat grateful to the father and son.
Let him calm down and be with his daughter.
"Mr. Osborn, are you here to see me?" Frank didn't know what Osborn was doing here.
"Yes, first of all, thank you for your contribution to the country, and secondly, thank you for your reporting in Hell's Kitchen in punishing gangs and eradicating evil—although it seems that these words should be said by the official."
The two shook hands, but Castle knew that this was definitely not the reason why Harry was here.
"You are a soldier, so I won't talk nonsense. I can save your daughter."
What?
Frank suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Harry's collar fiercely!
"What did you say? You can save my daughter? Please, save her! No matter what the cost!"
Frank shouted uncontrollably as if grasping at straws.
After Harry gestured for him to be quiet, Frank sat on the chair and spoke in a lost voice:
"The doctor said that her liver suffered a major blow and she was bleeding violently. Although she was sent to the hospital early, she was too young, and her liver failed."
"It's all my fault, I should have been by their side..."
As Frank sank into a slump, Hurley returned.
"The problem was serious, with liver rupture followed by failure, with biliary peritonitis and infection."
Harry knew something about medicine. To put it simply, Frank's daughter was close to death now. The only way was to transplant the liver first, stabilize her vital signs, and then deal with other inflammations.
But her daughter's current situation... Firstly, there is no suitable liver, and secondly, her current constitution is too weak. It is difficult to guarantee that she will not die on the spot due to rejection after the transplant.
Fortunately, Harry did have a solution to these problems.
"Frank, I'm sorry that this happened, but I can tell you that Osborn Enterprises does have technology that can treat your daughter, but this technology is still in the experimental stage, and I need you to understand the risks."
Hurley took out the documents he had prepared long ago.
Harry didn't lie to him. Although the technology handed over to him by the system included artificial organs, Connors' current research mainly involved artificial nerves and prosthetics. Harry planned to announce the artificial organs later, so he never let them operate them in the laboratory.
And if Frank agrees, his daughter's organs will be developed by Norman and Harry.
This will be the first implementation of the technology, and objectively speaking, the success rate is not 100%.
After Frank read the document, he nodded decisively.
"I consent to the use of this technology on my daughter." He ran out of options.
Harry smiled inwardly—Frank didn't ask him what he needed to do, but that didn't mean that he would feel at ease and think that Harry was really here to bring warmth.
Chapter 18: Osborne Job Comes with Food and Shelter
When Harry and Norman proposed starting experiments on artificial organs, Norman readily agreed.
Don't underestimate Norman's strength. He is proficient in shady stuff . Also ,he is a very powerful inventor in his own right, and Harry, who becomes smarter every time he acquires new technology, is no layman. The two of them are completely capable of realizing this technology.
"This is simply a work of art..." Norman looked at the artificial liver in front of him, intoxicated.
Harry did not deny his father's statement.
This is a semi-mechanical and semi-biological artificial liver. It first uses the patient's cells to cultivate part of the living tissue to reduce rejection and produce bile. It is then combined with artificial tissue, biochips, and micro motors to provide sufficient power. The liver will fully possess the functions that a healthy liver should have.
Even in this world full of super technology, this is a work of art.
"Harry, your guests are here," Hurley's voice came from the loudspeaker.
"Okay, let them wait in the operating room."
The father and son looked at each other. The data showed that the liver had fully met the requirements for use, and now it was time for actual implementation.
.....
"You'll be fine." Frank looked at his daughter through the thick glass, making the sign of the cross in his hand. "God bless."
The door was pushed open and Harry walked into the operating room carrying a box.
This is a completely sterile and vacuum-sealed box, and everyone can see the delicate liver inside.
"...Is this the artificial organ?" The surgeon was also shocked by this piece of art. "It's...beautiful."
"Thank you, Doctor Strange. I think you have read the operation instructions. I will watch you operate." Harry put down the box in his hand.
The doctor in front of him is the famous Stephen Strange, but now he is still a neurosurgeon.
It stands to reason that Harry has other choices for organ transplantation, but it would not be a bad thing to get familiar with the future Doctor Strange, and Strange is also very interested in this operation - a semi-mechanical artificial organ. This is an epoch-making invention, and it will be of great benefit to him to perform this operation.
Besides, his scalpel is indeed the most stable, there is no doubt about it.
"Then, the rest is up to you, doctor." After saying that, Harry sat down aside to prepare for any emergencies that might occur during the operation.
After all, this is the most advanced artificial organ in the world. There are no technical standards and everything needs to be controlled by him, the inventor.
Strange nodded and turned on the shadowless light.
"Operation begins."
Frank looked at the blood vessels on his daughter's body, the nerves were cut out, and then connected to the artificial liver. The railings on the side were deformed by his grasp.
"...The condition is good, there are no adverse reactions, and the operation continues."
"...The damaged organs have been removed and new organs have been transplanted..."
As the organs were removed, the girl's heartbeat weakened, and her already weak breath became inaudible.
"The artificial organ is connected and begins to pump."
A weak electric current passes through the artificial liver and is consistent with the weak bioelectricity of the human body, and fresh bile slowly enters the circulatory system.
Now comes the most critical part.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the girl on the operating table, while Harry was fixed on the data on the screen.
Bang bang...
Bang bang.
The girl's heartbeat became stronger -
"The organs worked normally, there were no adverse reactions, and the operation was successful."
"Everything is normal, Mr. Frank. All that is left to do is to cure the inflammation in your daughter's body. Her life is no longer in danger."
Boom!
Frank fell to his knees by the wall and shed tears. Now his daughter would not leave him.
"This is a great invention, Mr. Osborne." As the operation ended, Strange took off his mask and his face flushed, "This will save thousands of lives."
"It would be my pleasure. Thank you for your help, Mr. Strange. Your angelic hands saved this poor family." Harry smiled.
The two shook hands in a friendly manner and complimented each other.
Click!
Hurley took a picture of the two shaking hands on the side. This will be the headline tomorrow - the Osborne father and son developed a new type of artificial organ and successfully saved the daughter of a Vietnam War veteran.
With a healthy liver and the medical resources of the Osborne Group, Frank finally heard his daughter's voice again.
Harry did not disturb the affectionate time between Frank and his daughter until night. After Frank put his daughter to sleep, he went to find Harry himself.
"Mr. Osborne, tell me what I need to do."
Frank was not stupid, and he understood that Harry would not do his good deeds in vain. But Harry could have threatened his daughter's life, but did not do so. In Frank's view, this in itself was a very sincere act.
And as far as he knew, Osborne Enterprises had indeed done nothing extraordinary.
The veteran liked to be direct, which saved Harry a lot of communication work, and he liked it.
"I want you to be responsible for security in my company. This is the job description." Harry took out the documents he had prepared.
The Osborne Group will form an "Asset Protection and Control Department" whose main task will be to protect the company's property and, in some cases, recover the company's property.
Frank is no stranger to this situation. In fact, companies have approached him, but he prefers to work in the military.
But for now, he has resigned from military affairs.
"Mr. Osborne, I was wondering if this might involve some... irregularities."
"It will not."
Harry's decisiveness surprised Frank. From his observation, he didn't feel that Harry was lying.
What Harry thinks is that he asked his father to be the president in order to define legality. Of course, he will not break any laws or regulations.
"Osborne Group is a formal company. All our actions are for development, and our level is higher than most people. You will see this in the future."
As he said that, Harry took out a USB flash drive, which was full of combat information provided by the system - "Spartan Combat Information and Training Manual" and "Pilot Combat Information and Training Manual".
"This is... some of my ideas. Your first job is to help me sort out these ideas and form a systematic training method. Most of my requirements are also written in it. After you finish this, let's talk about the next step."
Frank was a little confused - was Mr. Osborne not very clear-headed? A gold medal instructor was right in front of him, but he still had to use his own ideas to train?
Also, does a private security force need such a thing?
"I know you are a little confused, but you will understand after seeing it. Please keep it secret. This is not a joke."
In the future, Osborne will come up with more exaggerated weapons and equipment, the soldiers fighting will no longer be ordinary people, the targets will not be limited to humans, and the battlefield may not even be on Earth.
Frank may have been a good American soldier, but Harry didn't come to him just to bomb some third world country and then burn, kill, and loot.
These principles don't make sense, but Frank will understand after seeing them.
"Also, our company provides food and accommodation."
Frank nodded. This was security work after all, and it was normal to control freedom.
"I understand, where is my dormitory?"
Harry did not answer Frank's words, but took out a bank card and handed it to Frank.
"Go buy it yourself, and remember to take care of security. You don't need me to remind you about this, right?"
Ah? Does this mean food and accommodation are included?
Frank's mouth dropped open.