Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

They all deserve to die!

Matthew didn't care about being a minor or that things would get better as he grew up.

He only knew that you reap what you sow.

Those who harm innocent people must be punished.

If Carrie hadn't been unwilling, he would have preferred her to kill those little bastards herself.

Regardless of whether Matthew's actions are above the law.

He's already working so hard to become stronger, why should he need to worry about the law?

Then didn't he become stronger for nothing?

Moreover, the law will not punish those rich and powerful bastards.

The law never judges these people; it judges the powerless and vulnerable at the bottom of society.

So Matthew left with Carrie.

Not long after nightfall, the agents outside woke up in the car, seemingly forgetting what had happened and not finding anything amiss about why they had fallen asleep in the car.

Instead, upon waking up, he immediately got out of the car and knocked on the door of Margaret's house.

But no one came to open the door.

After exchanging glances, Kimberly and her team of agents decided to force their way in.

As a burly male detective kicked open the door, the group drew their guns and rushed inside.

And they found Margaret, who seemed to be sleeping, on the sofa.

Without a doubt, Margaret will face a legal trial next.

As for Matthew, he wasn't in a hurry to take Carrie back to the island base.

Because this girl has significant psychological issues.

Although the atmosphere at the island base is very good for both combat groups, it is still a military base after all, and most of the time is spent on training and learning, with time being very tightly compressed.

To put it bluntly, the competitive atmosphere is extremely intense.

Carrie had already been suppressing her feelings for over a decade, and then being thrown into the training base would only exacerbate her psychological problems.

Matthew is undoubtedly a good leader.

So he happily prepared to have a great time with Carrie.

........

Manhattan, New York.

Post-war reconstruction is proceeding in an orderly manner.

George Stacy has been having a lot of free time lately.

In fact, as the police chief, his daily work is not particularly busy, unlike that of the frontline police officers.

The Manhattan incident happened.

Logically speaking, New York should have become quite chaotic, as some criminals are adept at taking advantage of chaos.

On the contrary, these criminals have been very well-behaved lately.

Two reasons.

One reason is that after the war, Manhattan was flooded with numerous agencies, such as the FBI, the Department of Homeland Security, and the CIA, conducting thorough investigations in an attempt to find traces of the devil and those mysterious warriors.

With a huge number of secret agents crammed into New York, what criminal would dare to commit a crime?

Of course, there are indeed a lot of brain-dead guys, and if these idiots were to commit a crime, the NYPD would have caught them long ago.

George has nothing to do with this.

The second reason is that they were terrified of being killed.

Not many people were actually killed by demons in that battle; most were wounded. The few hundred who died were mostly killed by Astartes and the Raven Warriors.

It's because these guys wanted to take advantage of the situation.

The two battle groups are too ruthless.

The goal is also very clear.

As a result, the gangsters became quite sensible and did not plan to cause any trouble during this period, and many shady businesses came to a halt.

They were afraid of being discovered by the soldiers of the two major battle groups.

Although the probability may be low, what if it happens?

Who can withstand this possibility?

With the crime rate down, George's daily work consisted of dealing with some paperwork and then leisurely going to request appropriations and funds.

Rebuilding the police station and replacing the vehicles and equipment are important.

These are all benefits.

The low workload allowed George to spend more time with his wife and daughter.

At noon that day, George drove to the streets of Manhattan. It was his break time, and he planned to find a restaurant he liked to eat at.

A black man in a suit was sitting in the passenger seat.

The Black man was slightly overweight, but had a refined demeanor and wore glasses.

The other party was transferred from Boston to New York in the last two days. He is the deputy chief of the police department, named Oscar Finley.

George has looked into his resume, and it's very impressive.

A Harvard graduate, a top student in law and criminal investigation, and an elite intellectual, he served in the Boston Police Department for 10 years, boasting an impressive resume and numerous awards, and was Boston's top detective for serious crimes.

He holds the rank of captain, the same rank as Chief George.

Later, due to some incidents, he was transferred to a small town called Magreve, where he quickly cracked down on and dismantled a huge money laundering and smuggling criminal syndicate.

After returning to Boston, he was reportedly transferred to New York for some reasons.

After spending the last two days together, George had a good impression of Finley.

He is a man of action, and his work style and logic complement each other. In addition, the other party clearly has a considerable network of connections. George believes that the relationship will be more pleasant in the future.

So today George took Finley to his favorite restaurant for lunch.

The restaurant is located on the north side of Broadway in Union Square Park, Manhattan. Although it is called a restaurant, it is actually an American-style pub.

Offering the most basic burgers, fries, and tomahawk steaks, it's an old establishment, a place where George used to have dinner with his friends after work when he was a junior police officer.

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The pub was neither too big nor too small, with a dozen or so tables and a retro decor. There was also a stage for inviting some amateur bands to perform.

Sometimes, when guests are in high spirits, they can go up and sing to create a lively atmosphere.

Most of the time, it would elicit cheers and applause from all the guests.

It was midday, and the tavern was quite busy.

When George and Finley entered, the place was already nearly full of people.

Fortunately, George had already made a reservation with the tavern owner by phone, who had reserved a table for him.

Located in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, it offers a view of the outside world.

The table is a long table by the window.

The two sides together can seat six or seven people.

Amid the lively atmosphere, George and Finley sat down and, since it was during working hours, neither ordered alcoholic beverages, but instead each ordered fruit juice.

The dishes that came out were two tomahawk steaks, a burger, fries, a fruit salad, mashed potatoes, and the like.

Don't let George's middle age fool you; he has quite an appetite.

He maintains a great physique because he exercises a lot every day. He runs every morning and goes to the gym, a habit he has maintained since he was promoted from a junior police officer.

Even after taking office as director, he did not give up.

Finley is the same; although he is slightly overweight, he is actually quite physically fit, skilled in criminal investigation, and equally adept at hand-to-hand combat.

Such people never have small appetites.

The two ate and chatted, but their conversation was brief, mostly revolving around everyday matters.

The conversation was pleasant; George is a very good conversationalist.

Although Finley is rather introverted, he can be quite open and talkative once you get to know him.

George inquired about Finley's activities in the town of Margrave, particularly interested in how Finley dismantled a large money laundering and smuggling criminal organization.

After all, it wasn't that George underestimated Finley.

However, in many cases, especially in remote towns, the things that the police can do are generally limited.

Not to mention dismantling a money laundering criminal group.

It's called a group, so how could it be small?

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that George must have colluded with multiple parties. Under such circumstances, how did Finley manage to do it?

Finley remained outwardly calm and was about to launch into a long boast when he suddenly noticed something.

So he pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window beside him and said, seemingly surprised, "Is that your daughter?"

George instinctively looked in the direction Finley was pointing.

He discovered that the girl standing on the street outside the window was indeed his daughter Gwen, with a very pretty girl beside her.

Gwen took the girl's hand; the girl was still a little shy, but she had a happy smile on her face.

"Gwen?"

George shouted, then slapped his forehead. How could anyone outside hear him when he was inside the tavern?

Perhaps it was a father-daughter connection, or perhaps she sensed a familiar gaze, but Gwen turned around and saw her father George and Finley.

My eyes lit up immediately.

He immediately waved to his father, whispered something to the girl, and the girl, though a little shy, was still pulled by Gwen and ran over happily.

"It seems my daughter has made another friend."

George looked at his daughter with affection, then said something to Finley.

Finley nodded with a smile.

It must be a friend, or perhaps it was done intentionally by their own boss.

Soon, Gwen came over with the girl.

“Dad, Uncle Finley.”

Gwen looks very stylish today. She's a girl who knows how to dress fashionably, and her style is very youthful and vibrant.

The girl next to them was the same; both of them were carrying bags.

"This is Carrie. She just transferred to our school and is in the same class as me."

Gwen introduced her new classmate Carrie to her father and Finley.

“Carrie, this is my dad George, and this is his colleague at the police station, Uncle Finley.”

Gwen had met Finley, so she naturally knew him.

“Uncle George, Uncle Finley,” Carrie said timidly in a low voice.

"Hello, Carrie, it's nice to meet you."

George and Finley showed the elders the gentle manner of the younger generation, and then George asked, "Have you eaten? Let's eat together."

“Great! I spent the whole morning shopping with Carrie and bought her so many clothes. Carrie is so pretty, it won’t do for her to wear such old-fashioned clothes.”