There is a restricted area next to the Hudson River in the XC District of Manhattan. It is adjacent to 34th and 59th Streets, and is adjacent to Eighth Avenue in the east.

The area itself has no name, but some media people have given it a rather insulting nickname, "Hell's Kitchen."

However, I have to say that this name is very appropriate.

"Hell's Kitchen" is not only a well-known slum in New York, but also a well-known gathering place for criminals.

Eighty percent of the most famous criminal gangs in New York were born here.

People born in Hell's Kitchen basically choose the most difficult start in life, because everyone born in "Hell's Kitchen", no matter how smart or strong you are, you will eventually be cooked into a pot of hell chowder.

If two suspects appear at a crime scene, and one of them is from Hell's Kitchen, it's a good idea to catch him first and give him a good beating.

Even if some of them want to fight hard to leave this place, the final result is often kicked back here.

Because if someone is the son of a thief, people around him would also prefer him to become a thief.

Over time, this place becomes like a lazy sore in New York that will never heal. No one wants to come here, no one can leave here, and no one is willing to change it.

There will never be any new changes here, it will only provide the various media outlets with a few murder cases as new news materials every night.

But now a tall building is rising on this forgotten dead land.

Several people are gathering in this building, which has just completed its concrete main body.

Almost all of them were wearing weird uniforms, and in the end, it was the young men in formal clothes who looked a little weird.

And these people are several important subordinates of Phils

Several people present were focusing on their own things to pass the time.

The Prowler still looked bored, leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone.

Bullseye, who had just recovered from his injury, was fiddling with a pistol, wondering what he was thinking.

The black cat was teasing the wild cat that ran out of nowhere with a smile on its face.

Only Fiers' deputy Murdoch was listening to a young man relaying the messages on his cell phone to him.

After the understanding, he did not ask the young man to leave. Instead, he stood there quietly as he was thinking about something, occasionally nodding his head imperceptibly.

I don’t know how long it took, but a sturdy middle-aged man arrived here, and several people put away what they were doing and nodded to show respect to the visitor.

The person who arrived was Phils, the owner of this building.

He walked to the center of several people vigorously, and then he looked at Murdoch.

But the blind man immediately began his report as if he sensed Phil's eyes.

"All of our projects are progressing smoothly now, and some are even progressing faster than we expected. However, the cooperation with the Bernano family has not been smooth.

Milk has been urging us to kill Mr. Eric and expressed dissatisfaction that we still haven't captured Diane."

When talking about Milk, Murdoch even couldn't help but press his temples. Dealing with such an arrogant idiot really cost him too much energy.

"At the same time, he also refused to fulfill his previous promises. Not only did he not provide any support for our plan, we even discovered some of his little moves recently. He obviously planned to clean up Mr. Eric himself."

Fisk's face turned visibly gloomy upon hearing this.

Seeing that Fisk's mood was getting worse, Murdoch quickly made amends.

"But the progress of our plan has not been affected by this. At the same time, I also issued a warning to Milk. I believe he will not dare to do anything else in the short term."

Only then did Fisk loosen his clenched fists, and then he nodded silently, signaling Murdoch to continue his report.

"Several of our drawings in Hell's Kitchen have been approved, including mixed-use residential, hotel, retail, and multi-story duplex buildings.

But the problem is that the tax exemption for our volunteer organization has not yet been approved, and our actions in the political circles are making slow progress.

Our contacts with multiple senators have made no progress, and without the support of the Bernano family our plans will be delayed by at least four years.

Given Mr. Milk's current performance, I'm afraid we need to find help from someone other than the Bernano family."

"I will find a way for you to prepare for the postponement of the plan, and at the same time continue to act like the Bernard family... no, show your kindness to that stupid little guy."

Murdoch nodded to express understanding, and then said:

"Lately our trading partners and allies have lost patience with the Ghost Spider-Man.

They now hope that we can solve this problem, and I have no reply for the time being."

Fisk pondered for a moment. In fact, he hoped that the ghost Spider-Man would continue to be active.

Only in this way can the water in New York be muddied to facilitate their actions, but at this moment he also needs to show his power to these allies to maintain his rule over them.

Finally he said in a low voice:

"Then tell our allies that we will work on this matter to thank them for their investment and assistance."

Then he looked at Bullseye and said, "Bullseye, I'll leave this matter to you."

Murdoch also added: "The authorities issued a warrant for Ghost Spider's arrest, so we have every reason to kill her on the spot if the opportunity arises.

After determining her location, we will send address information to the mobile phones of all informants. No police will come to hinder you, but you must try to keep her there to solve the problem.

Otherwise it will be very difficult for us to deal with."

The latter grinned and said: "Using her as a rehabilitation exercise is a little too gentle, but as an appetizer for hunting that bat, it's okay."

Fisk frowned.

"You must not touch that bat before I give the order."

Bullseye raised his hand to express his understanding, but even through the mask, you could see his nonchalant expression.

However, Fisk did not continue to warn. He continued to assign tasks to Murdoch.

"Murdoch, you continue to be responsible for promoting cooperation with Mr. Milk and Mr. Eric. No matter which party you get support from, all we need is cooperation with the Bernano family. It doesn't matter who it is."<

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After speaking, Fisk lowered his head and pondered for two seconds before continuing:

"If the cooperation with Mr. Eric goes more smoothly, we will try to reveal Mr. Eric's information. It is best to send it directly to Miss Diane.

If they don't have enough manpower..."

Fisk turned his attention to the black cat.

"Black Cat, you should have had contact with Diane, and you haven't been exposed yet. You are responsible for contacting Diane, gaining their trust, and assisting them if necessary."

The black cat smiled, circled his thumb and index finger, and made an OK gesture.

In the end, Fisk completed all the tasks, except for the Prowler, which was not arranged.

The Prowler seemed to realize something and looked at Fisk, who smiled and asked Murdock:

"How is the Prowler's identity problem resolved?"

"It went very smoothly. Our informant has obtained the authority and all his criminal records will be cleared soon, and his experience will be completely whitewashed.

We are also recruiting his replacement, and there are already many candidates."

Prowler nodded gratefully after hearing this, while Fisk opened his hands and gave him a hug."

The black cat said with some regret:

"What a shame. I still like working with you. Do you want to throw a retirement party for you?"

The Prowler looked at the seductive smile of the black cat and shook his head firmly.

"This is not directed at any of you. After I retire, I will delete all of your contact information. I just want to live an ordinary life."

No one was surprised, they still sent their congratulations.

Murdoch stepped forward and shook hands with Prowler cordially, while Bullseye said that he would give him a retirement gift, and Fisk even handed him a black card.

There was only the black cat. She stood in the shadows, her eyes shining, and there was a strange smile on her lips. She looked at the people celebrating, and she was cheering in her heart. But the one who deserved her blessing... was only her.
Chapter completed!