"Hiccup!"
Jessica, blushing, burped and staggered into the only remaining small shop on the side of the road, picking out her next drink.She had just left the Avengers Mansion not long ago, and had a meal there, mainly drinking the wine that Tony and his father had treasured in the basement of his hometown.Drinking two bottles of whiskey, it was just a moisturizer for a female drunkard, and she felt that she was still short of a mouthful, and she originally wanted to take a few bottles home to drink, but she was caught by Captain America and preached, drinking during the day at a young age, drunk and dreaming every day, and being unmotivated, which is not right.The captain feels that now that Jessica Jones has joined the Avengers, she can care about what she did in the past, but now in his eyelids/> then the captain begins to reminisce about the bittersweet and bitter thoughts, talking about when he was young, he and Bucky had no food, and it was all thanks to the help of his godfather Mr.
Wilson that he survived to the age of joining the army.He also talked about how hard it was to fight, how many people got PTSD after World War II, and how many people were worse off than dead, couldn't find a serious job when they returned to the city, and finally fell astray, etc.In short, I want Jessica to understand how hard it is for their young people to live now.Private detective is also a serious profession, and Jessica has also been admitted to the PI license, so it is time to run the business well and live her life.But the girl turns day and night upside down, sleeps drunk during the day, and comes out to find wine and drink at night like a night owl, what kind of street slicker life?
Everyone else in the Avengers is enjoying the dinner, and although the taste of the toaster's junk products is hard to describe, Tony has money, and New York is ruined, and he can still order airlift delivery from a luxury restaurant in Paris, at least everyone is happy.Only Jessica, while eating, was tugged at by Steve beside her for more than an hour, although she deliberately emptied her mind, every sermon came from the left ear in the right ear, but until she left the mansion, her scalp was still numb.Especially since she is one of the insiders, knowing that the 'Holy Godfather' that Captain America has in mind is actually the death knell that is still alive today, it took a lot of effort for her to control her expression and not laugh out loud.But the mental pressure after deceiving people is also great, especially a good person like the captain.So she hitchhiked Carol's back to the battlefield-like Hell's Kitchen, turned around and went into the little shop, now she needed to hurry up and get some wine, the stronger the better, and when she got back to the office, she poured it all down, and then covered herself with the quilt and slept well, forgetting the guilt.Walking between the shelves, she looked at the price of bottles of wine, and then took out her small purse to see the money inside, and calculated carefully.Scratching her long black hair, she sighed, this month's business is very average, she took a few orders to find cats, and a single to investigate extramarital affairs, and life is a little tight.After acting with Death Knell last time, the man gave her a lot of money, but after paying the arrears of rent and utilities, buying some wine, eating some good things, and repairing the car, it was all spent in a few days.Thinking of this, she scratched her head again, sure enough, there is not a big boss's business every day, but life has to go on.Grabbing a large bottle of cheap vodka, she walked to the counter to pay the bill, but the shopkeeper ignored her and twisted her neck instead to look up at the TV hanging behind her.In the midst of all sorts of grocery advertising flyers, the TV is not showing bikini babes, but news.In the past, a red-necked shopkeeper wearing a checkered shirt and a dirty baseball cap didn't like to watch the news, but today people can't take their eyes off it, and the eyeballs seem to be glowing.Jessica was very curious, there were no other customers in the store, she simply unscrewed the bottle, and leaned on the counter to watch the TV, to see what kind of news, so eye-catching?
It was news, but it was more like a broadcast of a press conference, and the girl saw the yellow and black logo behind the spokesperson at a glance, which was the trademark of Wilson's company.There was a skinny bald man standing on the stage, wearing round glasses, and a gray turtleneck sweater in the summer, like a mental illness, but he was very stylish, and his tone of voice was convincing.Jessica knew this person, this was Joe Xiaosi, and their family had been the spokesperson of Wilson's corporate propaganda department for three generations, and to put it bluntly, he was Deathbell's loyal subordinate.At this time, the bald man had a proud smile on his face, walking around the stage and making opening remarks, as if to pave the way for the newly launched invention.The female detective took a sip of wine, rinsed it in her mouth a few times before swallowing it, she knocked on the owner's arm, and asked locally, "Hey, what's so good about this news?"
Is it the Wilson Group that is about to launch a new sanitary napkin again?
”"You know a fart, little girl."
The red-necked store manager was interrupted from his thoughts, looking very unhappy, he picked up the remote control and turned on the TV without looking back, before saying, "Didn't you receive a text message from the operator today?"
Go, go, get out of the way. ”"New York is invaded by aliens today, and I didn't take my phone out of my house, tell me, isn't it just the official beginning."
It's Hell's Kitchen, and you can't eat soft eggs here.The owner of this shop is also a capable man, and the melee between aliens and earthlings did not affect his shop, and after a few hours of the disaster, he reorganized the supply and opened again.No one in the store?
It's simple, because the residents who have the ability in the neighborhood are all dead, and those who don't dare to go out.As for this boss who is so bold, why does he have no business to open today?
Jessica could think of it with her toes, how could an ordinary small store be so sturdy?
This store is most likely reinforced according to the standards of the bunker, and it is only a camouflage on the surface.In fact, under his feet may be a drug factory or a place for arms smuggling, and today he is taking advantage of the chaos to ship, and the owner of this shop is an eye to watch the scene, and the boss behind him may be the Viper Gang or the Hand Gang.Hand clubs are more likely to use serious business as a cover for illegal transactions, such as what appears to be a small restaurant and a Japanese casino underground; It looks like a barber shop, and there is a Japanese-style brothel underneath; It looks like a hardware store, but underground, it is engaged in slave auctions.The black business makes money quickly, and any organization has to ask for money to develop, and in this day and age, no one will help you work without money.But what do these crimes have to do with her as a private detective?
I'm not a strip."
Hey, I said you ......."
The shopkeeper turned his head to look at Jessica angrily, but before he finished speaking, he seemed to recognize Jessica, and his pupils had a slightly dilated reaction, which was taken into the detective's eyes.Originally, it seemed that he was going to scold, but now his attitude has become polite, and he really smiled and explained: "Oh, at noon today, the major communication operators have sent text messages to customers, prompting us to watch the news broadcast of major TV stations now, and there will be a QR code in the lower right corner of the screen later, if you scan the code with your mobile phone, you can participate in the 'shake' lottery, there are 1,000 grand prizes, and each one is said to be worth 20 million US dollars." ”The girl in the black leather jacket suddenly wrinkled her little face, distressed, she didn't know how Death Knell did such a big thing today, she only knew that if the 20 million dollars were to be given to herself, how much wine would she have to buy?
Why do you want to give it away by lottery?