The mechanical craze in Marvel

He immediately said sternly:

“Jessica, you’re right. I need to deal with the next problem.”

So you should let me go.

It's okay to be cowardly when necessary.

Such as the current situation.

The only thing that bothers me is that he's a man.

A strong woman and a weak man is a big no-no!

One day, he will use his technology to overwhelm Jessica.

Ok……

Transformed into a cyborg?

Or just upload your brain to the internet and stop being human.

A chill ran down my spine.

Never mind, I'll just go to the company.

……

Chapter 13 Irish Gangs

The company is facing too many problems now.

But Simon Philippe needs some time, so he can't put the company aside yet.

At the very least, one should sell their shares for a good price.

Starting a new company requires a lot of money.

Especially given his desire for his new company to come under the military's scrutiny.

These things can't be accomplished by Simon Philips alone.

Looking at the luxury cars around him and the expensive watch in his hand, Nolan sighed.

"I'm so short of money."

Jessica Jones rolled her eyes at him.

I've never seen such a deserving person to be beaten.

Nolan pretended not to see Jessica Jones's expression and said:

“Jessica, I need you to help me register a company.”

"Why? Isn't there Locke Technology?" Jessica Jones asked, puzzled.

Nolan laughed:

"Because Locke Technology is no longer viable."

Okay, go quickly. Don't let anyone know I sent you. This needs to be kept strictly confidential.

Jessica Jones nodded.

After watching Jessica Jones leave.

Nolan drove straight to the company.

As chairman, he still has many things to do.

Two days passed like this.

The police suddenly showed up at the door.

"Mr. Nolan Locke, we have some unfortunate news for you. Mr. Charles has been missing for two days. Do you have any information you can provide?"

"What? Uncle Charles is in trouble?"

Nolan looked very sad.

He showcased his long-prepared Oscar-worthy acting skills.

"Uncle Charles is like my godfather to me. Please find Uncle Charles and rescue him."

Seeing Nolan's genuinely sad expression, the police officers also felt a pang of apology.

Although I know that the two have a very good relationship.

But now it seems that their relationship goes beyond the cold, hard data we had in their files.

After composing himself, Nolan continued:

"I remember Uncle Charles, although he was old, was quite enthusiastic about, well... you know."

There are several places he frequents in the Clinton area.

If you have no leads, perhaps you could go check there.

Nolan casually provided the information.

Clinton is the official name of Hell's Kitchen.

It's just that people are used to calling it Hell's Kitchen.

All the sex industry there has a murky relationship with the local gangs.

And coincidentally, he's currently somewhat annoyed with the Hell's Kitchen gang.

Applying eye drops at the right time, whether or not they work, can make him feel much better.

Hearing the so-called intelligence provided by Nolan.

Both policemen frowned.

The problems at Hell's Kitchen are complicated.

They have no right to handle this.

All I can say is:

“We will report this to Director George Stacy. If there is no other intelligence to provide, then we will leave.”

"I'm sorry, I probably can't help much."

Nolan sighed and emphasized again:

"Please make sure you find Uncle Charles."

The two policemen nodded.

"Don't worry, we will do our best."

Although the two said that, in Nolan's ears, it was no different from them being powerless.

"Let's go."

The two policemen looked at each other.

If this matter involves Hell's Kitchen, things could get really complicated.

Nine out of ten people who disappear in Hell's Kitchen are never found.

However, the person who went missing this time was a director of Locke Corporation. At a time when the K-01 was selling like hotcakes, any small matter was a big deal.

"It seems we need to report this to the bureau chief."

"Hmm, this time, we might have to sweep through Hell's Kitchen."

The two of them sighed.

……

A luxury mansion somewhere.

Morse sat on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine.

Opposite him sat a man wearing a mask.

"Morse, what brings you here this time?"

The masked man also held a glass of wine, but put it down after taking a sip.

He prefers stronger flavors.

Morse smiled.

"Finland, you need to change your life. You're the infamous Irish mob boss."

Even you're like this, making things really difficult for us guys.

Finland's Kuli glanced at him.

"Morse, I don't care about your personal life."

But you've now publicly cleared your name; gangsters aren't businesses.

Alright, enough with the nonsense. Get to your point. You should know that the deaths of those directors at Locke Corporation have put Hell's Kitchen in a tense situation.

As he spoke, Finland's Cooley muttered curses:

“Those damn politicians are incompetent at handling Hell’s Kitchen’s problems, but every time they get into trouble, they bring some trouble to the peaceful Hell’s Kitchen.”

Morse chuckled, then said:

"What I want to talk about is the Locke Company."

Locke Corporation has now become a very attractive target.

No one knows better than me how bad Locke Corporation is right now. Don't you want to swallow Locke Corporation whole?

If we could take over the current Locke Company, we Irish could make at least 700 million!

You know, this is a long-term business.

Upon hearing Morse's words, Finland Cooley sat up straight.

"you sure?"