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Chapter 699 Kingpin Returns to the Scene
Felicia stared at the scene before her in disbelief, then looked helplessly at Peter, unable to contain her curiosity.

"Can you believe it? Fisk is actually advertising here that he's recruiting homeless people."

Felicia sat back down in disbelief, then picked up her coffee and took a sip: "I was prepared for the possibility that all the homeless people in New York had been killed, or something like that, but the truth is—Fisk is doing charity work?"

At this point, Felicia smiled and looked at Peter Parker, only to find that the latter didn't seem surprised at all, but rather seemed to be thinking. So she couldn't help but ask curiously, "You're not surprised at all?"

“No, not at all. This only proves one thing: Kingpin is planning to come out, and not just plans to come out, but plans to make a big splash…” Peter frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered something: “Is there a mayoral election this year?”

"If you're suggesting that Fisk is planning to run for mayor, that's a bit far-fetched. It's already September, and the elections start in November. Even if he wanted to run, he'd have to beat a candidate from one party and still win. What does he have to offer? Trying to win over the homeless?"

Peter pondered. Although he wasn't entirely clear on Kingpin's specific plans, he genuinely felt that Kingpin running for mayor might not be an impossible feat. With the Hand's purge in New York, the city's crime rate had plummeted. In this situation, if Kingpin could leverage his gang's influence to maintain a consistently low crime rate, he might actually have a chance of winning.

But isn't it a bit too hasty?

Felicia watched Peter deep in thought and waved her hand helplessly in front of him: "You know what? You had the same look on your face this morning when the cookies were almost dry."

"...Sorry, I've just started thinking about it."

"So what? Are you going to tell me why you're not so surprised?"

"Some things happened in Hell's Kitchen before. In short, Kingpin's two henchmen, Bullseye, were killed by Daredevil, and I captured the Prowler. In other words, Kingpin's criminal force seems to have been leaderless and collapsed."

Felicia looked at Peter and nodded: "So... well... Fisk can create the impression that none of this has anything to do with him, and that the criminal empire is still functioning normally when he's not around, so he's not the mastermind? Wait, what did you just say? Daredevil killed Bullseye?"

Actually, no. Bullseye is probably not dead. Peter confirmed the transportation process of Bullseye's body and can confirm that he escaped before being sent to the incinerator. Moreover, considering the previous massacre cases, even if he were in the incinerator, he might not necessarily have died.

However, this matter was kept secret, and even the Avengers did not share any information with it. Only a few people were certain of the entire plan, and the fewer people who knew about it, the higher the level of secrecy.

"Yes, so he hasn't been doing very well lately, and Fisk must know about it."

Peter's words gave Felicia a slight understanding of what he had been thinking about that morning, but she didn't have much to say about it. After thinking about it carefully, Felicia suddenly asked, "So, are you planning to stop him from running for office?"

"What? Maybe, but only if there's a way, and it has to be a reasonable way."

The best way to defeat Kingpin isn't through physical elimination. Fisk is simply the most outstanding among all the gangsters in New York, the strongest one to emerge from among Hammerhead, Tombstone, and Silvermane. Even if Kingpin dies, new people will take his place. To eliminate these grassroots gangs, they need to understand that this city has no foundation for their survival.

Even with this, Kingpin has already realized that the mafia needs to make new changes in the new era, which is why he is so eager to clean up his image and decide to switch to a different path.

Thinking about this, Peter felt that what the Hand was doing was actually helping Kingpin... Could it be that Kingpin had arranged everything from the beginning and cooperated with the Hand? Otherwise, how could he have made the Hand's actions so closely aligned with his own interests?

Had Kingpin gone out on his legal career, and in exchange for the Hand taking over Hell's Kitchen and even the entire New York underworld, in return, Kingpin would control crime rates, allowing him to be elected mayor? Would he create the illusion for the Hand that he simply wanted a cooperative relationship between the underworld and legitimate businesses, and then use the Defenders to turn against the Hand? Peter took a deep breath. A doubt began to creep into his mind: could the Kingpin in prison really have planned this all the way, or was it all just a coincidence?

"Okay, we've bought the clothes. Is there anything else?"

Upon hearing this, Felicia looked at Peter with a half-smile and said, "What's wrong? Is something urgent?"

Peter looked at Felicia with a puzzled expression: "No, what's wrong?"

"I thought you had something urgent to do, or that you really disliked me and were planning to leave as soon as you finished your mission."

Peter nearly choked on his coffee at that question: "No, how could I hate you..."

"Why couldn't it be that he hates me?"

Felicia asked curiously, and Peter paused for a moment before explaining: "First of all, I can assure you that you are not a bad person. I mean, we have fought side by side several times, so we should know each other fairly well."

"uh-huh?"

"If I want to dislike someone, then that person is definitely not a good person in the first place..."

Felicia nodded, stirring the little coffee left in her cup with a spoon: "So even good people have people you don't like, right?"

What kind of logic is this... Oh, this logic seems to make sense. I really hate Nick Fury, although it seems like not many people like Fury, and Fury isn't exactly a good person either.

"and……"

"And what?"

Peter suddenly realized something, took a deep breath, and shook his head: "You are beautiful, smart, kind-hearted, and capable... I'm pretty sure you're going to listen to these things."

"If only that last sentence hadn't come out. Okay, let's go, I really do have some places to go."

Peter immediately stood up, holding his new suit, and asked, "Where?"

"A place where we can see if the dresses we've chosen match well or not."

(End of this chapter)