Marvel's whitewashing cop, you want me to save the world?

Chapter 135 If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.

The door to the Manhattan Police Department office was pushed open from the outside.

Virginia, carrying a large stack of documents, rested his chin on the cover of the top book, pushed the door open with his back, and squeezed in sideways.

He staggered to his desk and slammed the stack of files onto it with a thud, raising a tiny cloud of dust.

He took a couple of breaths, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and said to Li En, "These all need your stamp and signature. The company's legal department is still printing them, and another batch will be sent over later."

Li En nodded and reached out to pull the stack of documents in front of him.

With his left hand, he flipped open the cover of the top book, grabbed the official seal on the table with his right hand, and without even looking at the contents, pressed it directly next to the signature bar.

Thump, page turn; thump, page turn again; thump.

The sound of the official seal hitting the paper was dull and rhythmic, fast and steady, with almost equal intervals between each strike.

Fergie stood to the side, watching the official seal rise and fall in Li En's hands.

Seeing the documents he had reviewed word by word and checked repeatedly, only to have them swept aside without even being glanced at, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He lowered his hands and unconsciously rubbed his fingers together in front of him.

He shuffled his toes on the ground a couple of times, looked around, and opened and closed his lips several times, as if there was something stuck in his throat that he couldn't find the way out.

When Li Enga had covered about twenty copies, he suddenly looked up, the official seal in his hand hovering in mid-air, his gaze falling on Fuji's face.

"What's wrong?"

When asked this question, Fergie's shoulders twitched slightly.

He rubbed his hands together a couple more times before speaking, his voice much lower than usual and his speech much slower, as if each word had been carefully considered before he dared to utter it.

"I'm sorry—Matt hasn't been feeling well lately, so he couldn't come along."

After saying that, he quickly glanced at Li En's expression, then immediately looked away and focused on the stack of documents on the corner of the table that hadn't been fully covered yet.

He had far more on his mind than he could say.

This is the most critical period for Umbrella Corporation.

On the one hand, funds need to be diverted from the company's accounts to acquire Stark Group shares.

On the other hand, the production line for Dragon's Blood Tablets and the registration process for Umbrella Pharmaceuticals are proceeding simultaneously.

In addition, the company's actual controller, Lee En, suddenly announced that he would form a new party and run for mayor of New York City.

With all these things piled up, the workload of the Department of Justice has become so heavy that Virginia has been sleeping on a folding bed in her office for several days in a row.

And at times like these, Matt—his partner.

His most trusted brother, the other half of the Umbrella legal duo, had disappeared.

Of course, Virginia harbored resentment, but he was more afraid of something else.

Umbrella Corporation has never treated these two men unfairly.

It all started the night Li En reached out and shook hands with them in that shabby booth at Jiao hope Bar.

To this day, they each hold a portion of the company's shares, and receive monthly salaries and dividends.

Together, they earned more than a zero compared to what they had earned at Randman & Zucker's law firm.

More importantly, it's what this company does.

Even though Matt complained to him every day that Lee's methods were too violent and extreme.

At least in Ferguson's eyes, Umbrella was truly doing what was right.

He liked working here and didn't want Li En to harbor resentment towards them because Matt was sick and there was no one available for work.

If Lee En really decides to kick Matt out, he will be caught in the middle and feel very uncomfortable.

Li En placed the official seal on the table, turned his head to look at Foggy, and his expression was not reproachful, but rather a little surprised.

"Didn't I give each of you a Dragon's Blood Potion?"

The raw material for Dragon's Blood Elixir is a virus, and the cultivation of those viruses is not complicated.

They can also be mass-produced on live animals, and the cost is so low that it can be ignored.

Therefore, in theory, dragon blood potion can be mass-produced.

It was only after considering various factors that the decision was made to first launch a weakened version of Dragon's Blood Tablets as the first product to be released to the market.

But now all of Umbrella Corporation's key employees, as well as all members and alternates of the Hellsword squad, are gone.

Both Jessica and Peter Parker have received the full version of the Dragon's Blood potion, undergoing a comprehensive repair and enhancement of their bodies.

People who have been injected with dragon's blood medicine rarely experience common illnesses.

Unless it's some extremely rare serious illness, in which case hospitalization and surgery are usually required.

Virginia rubbed her hands together faster, her fingertips repeatedly rubbing the back of her hands, making a very soft rustling sound.

His gaze swept back and forth between the edge of the desk and the crooked police badge hanging on the wall.

Finally, his gaze returned to Li En's face, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness as he tried to make amends for his brother.

"It must be that Matt has had some problems in his personal life, which has caused him to feel a bit down lately."

I was also worried that he might make mistakes at work, so I let him stay home and rest for now.

After all, this is a critical period, and we absolutely cannot afford any mistakes.

That's a pretty good reason.

He neither lied nor revealed all of his brother's secrets.

Even at the end, he subtly emphasized his sense of responsibility for the quality of his work.

Li En leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

He's having problems with his private life. What kind of private life could Matt possibly have?

During the day, he pretends to be blind by wearing sunglasses and flipping through documents in the law firm; at night, he puts on a dark red bodysuit and bounces around on the roof of Hell's Kitchen.

His entire private life consisted of getting beaten up and beating people up.

However, after being enhanced by the Dragon Blood Potion, and equipped with the set of equipment that Baron had specially made for him.

Given the current distribution of power in Hell's Kitchen, there aren't many people who could actually injure him.

Lee En has always adopted a hands-off approach to Matt.

As long as he does his job as a lawyer well, he can do whatever he wants with other things.

As for his nightly routine of going out into the streets to put his own set of principles of justice into practice.

Li En neither supported nor stopped it.

Occasionally, while flipping through the patrol reports submitted by the Hellsword Squad, Matt's name would pop up in the corner of a certain page.

This is usually a note that a team member adds casually when recording: "When encountering interference from unidentified vigilantes at night."

He doesn't think this clash of ideas needs to be deliberately extinguished.

Keep it if you want.

"Understood." Li En picked up the official seal again, twirled it in his hand, and spoke calmly.

"It's okay, just don't find it too tiring here."

Virginia let out a huge sigh of relief, and a bright smile spread across her face.

He exhaled the breath he had been holding in his chest for so long, his voice becoming several octaves louder: "Don't worry! I'm perfectly healthy now."

"After using the Dragon Blood Potion, I could work non-stop for more than ten days without even breaking a sweat."

"I'll go back to the office to continue processing the documents, and I'll personally deliver them to you after the next batch is printed."

He turned and walked towards the door, but after taking only two steps, he heard Li En's voice behind him.

"Fergie, do you know anything about Matt's private life, specifically what he does?"

Fergie turned his head, his smile not yet fully gone, his tone carrying a hint of something only brothers would have.

Half-jokingly, half-seriously, in a gossipy tone: "Let me tell you, that guy, despite his usual demeanor, was incredibly popular with girls back in law school."

"He seems to be getting quite close to a woman with dark hair lately, I think her name is Emily or something?"

"I only met him once, and I didn't ask him any details."

He raised an eyebrow after he finished speaking.

Li En gently shook her head.

He has no intention of interfering in other people's love lives, and that's not what he was asking at all.

"No, I was asking about his work as a masked vigilante."

Fergie's smile froze on his face instantly.

He seemed to have been put on pause, with one hand still hanging in mid-air, gesturing.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were filled with disbelief.

Li En was also taken aback when she saw his reaction.

He had assumed that Foggy, who was so close to Matt, would naturally know what Matt did at night.

It now appears that Fergie had no idea.

His lips twitched slightly, and his tone carried a faint hint of helplessness.

"It seems I was too talkative; he should have told you this himself."

Fergie stood there, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something, but each syllable got stuck on the tip of his tongue.

Li En stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, and stood in front of him.

I reached out and patted his shoulder, not too hard, just enough to wake him up from his dazed state.

"Our workload is probably going to be huge right now, so don't just stand here and daydream. You're the one who has to handle a lot of things at the company."

Virginia took a deep breath, her chest heaving several times.

He reached up and straightened his tie knot, fastened the top button of his collar again, then looked up and nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, I'll do my job well."

"I believe you." Li En let go of his hand and saw him push open the office door and walk into the corridor. The sound of his footsteps gradually faded away in the soft hum of the fluorescent lights.

Then he went back behind his desk and sat down in the old chair that had been worn down from being used so much.

He grabbed the official seal with his right hand and turned to the next document with his left.

*Thump*, stamped, turn the page, *thump*, stamped again.

Once again, it has become a ruthless stamping machine.

Not long after, there was another knock on the office door.

A police officer pushed open the door, poked half his body in, and said in a low voice, "Captain Lee, Ms. Pepper Potts, the general manager of Stark Industries, is outside and wants to talk to you."

Li En put down the official seal in his hand and nodded.

"Let her in."

The police officer stepped aside, and a golden figure strode in from beside him.

Pepper Potts wore a sharp-tailored light gray business suit, her high heels clicking rapidly on the ground.

Her hair was blown about by the wind, and a few stray strands slipped out from behind her ears and clung to her cheeks, but she made no attempt to brush them away.

She walked straight to the desk, braced her hands on the edge of the desk, leaned forward, and looked anxious.

"Where is Tony Stark now?" The voice was forced out through clenched teeth, each word emphasized.

Li En tilted his head and stared into her eyes for a moment.

The emotions in those eyes were genuine; they weren't acted out, nor were they the kind of eager, businesslike manner a secretary displays when handling business for their boss.

He then spoke, his tone tinged with a hint of uncertain curiosity: "He should still be in the lab at Umbrella University, right?"

"What? He didn't tell you where he was?"

He reached up and touched his chin, adding as if talking to himself, "That shouldn't be the case. I haven't seen him getting too close to any women lately. He's been holed up in the lab the whole time."

Pepper's teeth clenched so tightly they made a very faint sound.

But in this quiet office, every syllable was crystal clear.

"The lab? That bastard, I'm going to find him right now."

In the past few days, she has tried every possible way to contact Tony.

Call, phone off; text message, no reply; ask Happy, Happy says he doesn't know either.

She even went through all the flight records of Tony's private jets.

She knocked on the door of every villa where he might appear, and even pulled Colonel Rhodes from the military side out of a meeting to ask him about it.

A perfectly healthy man, the chairman of Stark Industries, simply vanished into thin air.

Tony used to disappear for a while from time to time, sometimes going to Paris to spend the night with some young model whose name he couldn't even remember.

Sometimes he would stay in the garage, modifying a 1970s muscle car, and not go out for days on end.

Pepper was used to these things, but this time was different.

The company's stock price is plummeting, and the market reaction is on a completely different scale compared to when he last announced the closure of the weapons division.

That time it was a crisis of confidence in the market, while this time it's a joint coup by shareholders.

Some are organizing in the shadows, while others are exerting pressure openly; behind every price fluctuation, someone is shorting the market.

This is a commercial war, and at the height of this war, the commander disappeared.

Unable to contact Tony under these circumstances, Pepper felt like she was going crazy.

She confirmed the authenticity of the message from Li En's expression.

Tony didn't say another word while he was at the Umbrella Laboratory.

She turned around, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor, pushed open the office door, and disappeared down the corridor without looking back.

Li En watched her leave without trying to stop her or saying a single good word for Tony.

He lowered his head again, grabbed the official seal with his right hand, and turned to the next document with his left.

Thump! A round red mark appeared next to the signature bar.

He didn't even let the content of his conversation with Pepper linger in his mind for a few seconds.

Turn the page. Thump. Turn the page. Thump.

The stamping machine's rhythm returned to normal.

Amid the hum of the fluorescent tubes, the monotonous and heavy thumping sound continued for a long time.

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