For a long time, there hasn't been any large-scale crime in Hell's Kitchen.
The rampant human trafficking has also been greatly curbed.
This is largely related to the Kingpin, the ruler of Hell's Kitchen, being imprisoned.
***
Prison.
Wilson Fisk, who was gradually being forgotten, was exercising.
He was alone in the gym, and a subordinate he had taken in prison was assisting him.
Saying assistance, it was actually more like keeping watch.
Fisk put down the heavy barbell, breathing slightly.
A prison guard walked into the gym. "Come with me."
A glint flashed in Fisk's eyes. He glanced at the subordinate beside him, then followed the guard out.
Walking out, some prisoners they passed looked at him with hatred, while others showed admiration.
He ignored them all.
He walked into a sealed room, where someone was already waiting.
Ray and Dax.
Fisk looked at the two FBI agents. He sat opposite them, his hands still in shackles.
Ray had been promoted within the bureau thanks to the benefits brought by Kingpin's capture.
At the same time, he also understood that to get more information about crime, he could only seek out Fisk.
"Long time no see," Fisk naturally recognized the person who had handcuffed him and taken him away in a police car that day.
And this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.
An opportunity to regain his freedom by utilizing this meeting.
Fisk lowered his eyelids, calculation flowing in his eyes.
Hatred was also deeply ingrained within it and would not leave.
"John Wick."
He muttered this name that had left an indelible mark on him.
Since the underground forces couldn't bring that person down, he would use the power of justice to make that person lose everything, just like himself!
Dax stared at this guy. Fisk just took this as a sign of the FBI's apprehension towards him.
Little did he know, one of the main culprits who had sent him from Heaven to Hell was right before his eyes.
Ray spoke. "Let's make a deal."
Deals are always welcome.
Because mentioning a deal implies backing down and a turning point.
Ray was getting a bit greedy; he wanted to gain more merit.
This was exactly what Fisk could provide.
So Fisk smiled. "I like deals."
***
John had originally said he wanted to see how Kingpin would struggle after losing everything, but in reality, he had pretty much forgotten about the guy.
If Dax hadn't contacted him to tell him about Kingpin's deal with the FBI, John would have forgotten.
You can't blame John.
There are priorities.
Look at the things John deals with.
Secretary of State, generals, aliens, billionaires, plus an ice pop and a big guy who turns green.
What can an underground ruler of Hell's Kitchen even do?
Let alone act against the government, Tony in an Iron Man suit could blast Kingpin's big-headed, thick-necked body into dust in minutes.
Even Steve could solo Kingpin. The underground forces that guy controlled were far inferior to the Hydra he'd smacked dead with a shield back then, in the eyes of an experienced World War II veteran.
Compared to these people, Kingpin really had no standing.
Killing him was merely a matter of legality.
So when he learned that Kingpin was making a deal with the FBI, demanding better treatment in exchange for information on numerous gangs, John was only slightly surprised before moving on.
Paying attention to this was less interesting than watching a billionaire get abused by a teenager.
John watched Peter pass out from exhaustion every time and began to think about the times this kid would be shooting white sticky stuff onto other people's walls in the future.
Spider-Man is undoubtedly the most popular hero character in Marvel, so after many years, John still remembered the reason he became a Superhero.
He just didn't know when Peter would be bitten by the spider; physical training was just something he dragged him into along the way.
Since he was to be his godson, he naturally couldn't have a weak body and still get bullied in high school.
Therefore, John formulated a new training plan for him.
Peter stood on the edge of a building and looked at John standing beside him.
He was completely bewildered.
John estimated the distance to the building opposite. Hmm, it wasn't far.
It just looked scary, with the whistling airflow between the buildings below his feet.
Peter's legs turned to jelly. He hugged John's thigh and yelled loudly.
"You're a man who's going to swing through the city in the future," John pulled him away and said seriously, "Get used to this feeling in advance."
After saying that, he directly threw the person towards the building opposite.
Peter yelled loudly. John Apparated over to catch him, then threw him back again.
Back and forth over a dozen times.
When May got off work, she saw her nephew's vacant expression, as if his soul had left his body.
The next day, John was called to account. May blocked him at the door, condemning John with her eyes for treating little Peter like a shot put.
In response, John said.
"That board game you liked last time, I'll buy it for you."
Peter got up with a whoosh. He came to John's side, his eyes becoming firm.
"I can do it!"
May silently watched Peter's disappointing behavior.
"What board game?"
"Saw it when browsing a website last time, posted by a board game enthusiast."
John took out his phone, found the browsing history, and opened it.
A name from across the ocean appeared.
"Creation of Heaven and Earth: Fissured Land."
Although John didn't seem to understand it much, it looked quite interesting.
"It says it's suitable for various play styles and for five or more players," John said with a smile. "Maybe we can play it on Christmas."
May looked hesitant. She didn't know why she always felt that what John did wasn't very reliable.
Maybe the game was a trap, or maybe the person was a trap.
However, the thought of calling him to account was gone.
After all, one was willing to strike, and the other was willing to endure.
Peter, having traded his well-being for a toy, was now subjected to John's 'fatherly' game of shot put between buildings every day.
From the initial state of being terrified and panicking, Peter could later calmly appreciate the scenery between the buildings.
Shang-Chi was also not spared from John's torment.
His living room was dismantled into a training room. Shang-Chi wanted to protest, but John was the landlord.
Every night, Shang-Chi had to complete various training exercises there using the power within his body or be prepared to not sleep the entire night.
Thus, under John's care, this month passed.
And Shang-Chi belatedly realized that his holiday was gone.
He almost collapsed. How was this still the same life as with the Ten Rings?
Even the Ten Rings let him rest and not study.
On the first day of school, John personally took his two students to school.
With the special training over, John could also relax a bit.
But Matt, whom he hadn't seen in a while, showed up at this time.
The Second Alliance had basically not gathered since the New York War.
Everyone continued doing their own thing.
Matt continued his life as a lawyer by day and Daredevil by night.
Dax continued working at the FBI, investigating and ruling out the possibility of others being Night Ghost, and putting on his clothes at night to find the next lucky person.
Ivan was upgrading the Fighter Armor in the lab, researching Chitauri technology, and having in-depth discussions with the cafe waitress.
Hattie continued handling affairs at the company and also helped Taran Industries solve some problems along the way.
Everyone's life was orderly.
Matt, who was the least likely to find him, was the first to come meet him.
John walked into a hotel and treated his lawyer to a meal.
Matt came with something on his mind. He said in a deep voice, "Something happened in Hell's Kitchen."
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