The mechanical craze in Marvel

As he spoke, Charles took a butterfly knife out of his pocket.

The butterfly knife was small, but Charles nimbly twirled it up and down a few times.

He doesn't seem like an old man who partyes every night at all.

He fiddled with the butterfly knife as he spoke:

"You may not know, but I served in the military."

I've already calculated it. This villa is in the suburbs. Even if someone discovers it and calls the police, the nearest police station is seven minutes away. That's plenty of time for me to do anything.

As he spoke, as if to console himself, Charles said:

"Don't blame me, I just want to live a better life."

After speaking, Charles's previous kind and gentle demeanor vanished, leaving only ruthlessness and ferocity.

Nolan remained calm.

"Uncle Charles, didn't you ever think that since I already guessed that you were hiring someone to kill me, why would I dare to invite you here?"

I'm sure you were very careful to stay hidden when you came, and that no one noticed you.

Seven minutes...

"Dear Uncle Charles, congratulations, you can now declare yourself missing."

Upon hearing this, Charlie instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

Instead of lunging at Nolan, he placed his hand on his chest.

joke,

How could someone commit murder without a handgun?

But it was at this very moment.

Killer Number Three suddenly jumped out from the corner of the wall.

It pierced right through Charles's body.

Looking at Charles's shocked and puzzled gaze, Nolan's eyes were filled with deep regret.

"If it weren't for you, how much better it would be..."

He had always wanted an Alfred Pennyworth.

Charles's eyes gradually lost focus.

His eyes were full of resentment.

After all, Nolan looks like a kid whose injuries haven't fully healed yet.

But now, he is paying the price for his carelessness.

Nolan didn't become happier after killing Charles.

This time,

Locke Corporation has truly fallen apart.

Without pausing, he immediately ordered Killer Number Three to take Charles away.

Since Charles has already created a perfect alibi.

Then he won't need to go through any trouble.

He believed that Charles was not stupid and would not leave any evidence for the police.

Charles's problem has been solved.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

Nolan's heart tightened.

Then I quickly relaxed.

It's not a big problem. Even if it were the police, there's no reason for them to come so quickly.

open the door.

Jessica Jones walked in.

She was beaming with joy.

"Hey boss, guess what I found?"

Nolan gave it serious consideration.

"A new pair of underwear?"

I guess it's pink.

"Pooh!"

Jessica Jones blushed, then spat out a sound of displeasure.

“You asked me to investigate Morse, and I found out his identity. Behind him is the Irish mafia.”

"Another gangster?"

These guys, how come they all have connections to gangs?

Nolan rubbed his head.

Jessica Jones, however, didn't seem to care.

“How could those capitalists not have connections with gangs? That’s normal. Without people with black or white backgrounds, it’s very difficult for a company to grow.”

Jessica Jones's words sent a shockwave through Nolan's mind.

That's right.

His father must have had a similar background.

However, he simply failed to uncover it.

Looking back now, Charles might have known something, which is why he was in such a hurry to take action.

But now that they're dead, there's no way to verify it.

Just then, Jessica Jones suddenly said:

"Boss, you didn't kill someone, did you?"

She sniffed.

"There's a bloody smell, not just in the room, but even stronger on you."

Nolan's expression changed slightly.

So sensitive?

I noticed the change in Nolan's expression.

Jessica Jones was even more certain.

"Boss, don't underestimate my keen senses. Everyone who lives in Hell's Kitchen knows what the smell of blood is."

Of course, if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask any further.

Anyway, I'm just an employee.

You provide the money, I'll provide the labor; honesty and fair dealing for everyone.

After hesitating for a moment, Nolan spoke:

"You guessed right, just now, old Charles came here."

"That director you trust so much?"

Jessica Jones remembered.

"Correct."

Nolan said helplessly:

“You know, I have my ambitions, and I’ve said it more than once: Charles will be my Alfred Pennyworth.”

But he hired an assassin to kill me.

I originally wanted to talk to him about this today.

result……"

It's obvious, and goes without saying.

Jessica Jones looked at the dejected Nolan in front of her.

Nolan's expression of disappointment was genuine.

No one can accept the outcome of Alfred Pennyworth becoming Obadiah.

"Poor boss."

Jessica Jones wanted to hold Nolan's hand and give him some encouragement.

However, Nolan cunningly pulled her into his arms.

He opened his mouth and said:

"I need deeper comfort."

Jessica Jones glared at him.

But before she could refuse...

Nolan had already rolled over and was on top of her.

pity……

Yes, the difference in strength between the two sides is too great.

Nolan was unceremoniously pinned against the wall.

“Boss, you need to solve the problem at hand,” Jessica Jones said.

Nolan gritted his teeth, feeling a dull ache in his still-healing wound.