Chapter 392

The first time Wanda saw this kind of scene, she felt that her heart was shocked and wanted to go down and have a look.

Daisy had to. They got out of the car and walked slowly down the street.

Wanda presents flowers in front of a picture of an aunt. After looking at it for a while, she can feel the sadness of those family members, but the sadness is far away from her.

After staying in the same place for a while, she walked out of the crowd and told Daisy her experience: "they love their family very much...

" who doesn't love their family? May they rest in heaven... "Manwei is such a broken place that ordinary people really need luck to survive. Daisy was full of imagination, and she was stunned when she said half of it.

What religion should Wanda believe in? According to her father magneto's blood, she should be Jewish, right? Or even Lorna?

Should they follow their consanguinity or keep them in the wild? Happy Hanukkah? It's weird to think of it.

This problem was soon forgotten. Magneto sowed all over the world. He didn't care about it. What was he thinking.

Along the way, many families have turned into rubble. Some families have been killed, and some have survived. They pasted the photos of the victims on the doorsteps, dotted with some candles, and stacked yellow and white carnations neatly. No matter whether they knew them or not, they all lowered their voices to see them off.

There is still a solemn atmosphere in places with good public security, but some places with bad public security are not so good. As the night comes, criminal activities ten times more rampant than before begin.

They rush into the homes of the residents and take the last bit of food they have left, or they run into convenience stores in groups, take whatever they see, and shoot in the face of resistance.

The sound of gunfire and sirens has become a feature of new york night.

Should I do something? Seeing this scene, Daisy asked herself, but she didn't know what to do after thinking for a long time. Let alone her, even Washington, Lincoln couldn't get up from the coffin.

Alien invasion broke the balance between the original classes, and the previous crimes rose again. Even many honest people took to the streets with pistols. They had nothing but to plunder others and get the necessities they needed.

Now the best way is to impose a curfew. Everyone stays at home. The army takes to the streets to maintain law and order. It's a good idea, but Daisy knows that it's unrealistic. It's not allowed in the United States.

West Africa can have a curfew, New Guinea can do anything, the United States can't, and New York, with tens of millions of people, can't do anything.

She can only think of other ways. If the official means are not enough, she can use the unofficial means.

Driving into the familiar hell kitchen, she turns around to the headquarters of Jinbing. The sign in front of the gate shows that this is the United construction company that made her uncomfortable.

The car stopped in the distance and told Wanda to wait for her for a while. She closed the door and went inside.

Not prepared to talk to the rude men at the door, she bent the visible light around her body and walked in under the eyes of several people.

Jinbing's men seem to be three points better than those gangsters in the city. On the one hand, they are well-trained. On the other hand, they dare to fight.

When she comes to Jin Bing, the whole room and the reading Jin don't find her. Daisy removes her invisibility and taps on the floor with her heels, making a "Dong" sound.

"Who is it?" A group of younger brothers watched a big living man emerge in the air. They all raised their pistols in a hurry. The target eye in the distance took out a dagger from his arms and made a ready throwing action with his wrist.

In Daisy's eyes, their movements are not as exaggerated as snails, but they are not very fast. The speed of the target eye is pretty good. In Daisy's opinion, this guy's throwing skills have exceeded the limit of human beings.

Daisy ignored many pistols. Although they were not as good as magneto, they couldn't be fired when she was ready.

She looked at Jin Bing. He was really strong. He was two meters tall and weighed more than 200 kilograms. He stood there like a thick wall.

One meter seventy-seven is tall among women, but against the backdrop of Jin Bing's height, Daisy is much shorter. She chooses to sit down and talk.

"Mr Fisk? Or Mr. Kim She ignored the guns around her and asked politely.

Kim and waved to his men, indicating that it was ok, and let them all go down.

It wasn't until the eye of the target came to the door that he said in a low voice, "Miss Johnson is not at your luxury villa. Why are you here?"

...

half an hour later, the target eye worried about Jin Bing's safety, pushed open the door and found that Daisy had been away for a long time. Except for the faint aroma in the room, there was no evidence that she had been here before.

King didn't pay attention to the target. He sat on the sofa and thought.

"Is that guy here to beat us?" The target admitted to having guessed Daisy's purpose.

Unfortunately, King shook his head: "she wants to support a group of advanced weapons of hammer military industry to unify the New York Mafia."This answer stunned the target eye for a while. He was also a very smart person. After a little thought, he knew that this was unusual: "what's her condition? Give up the population business or the washing powder business? "

Kim shook his head: "she won't allow us to bribe police and government officials."

"No more?"

"No more."

"It seems that it's not an excessive condition. We can save money, recruit more people and expand more territory," he said

Today's king is not an underworld emperor. Limited by his knowledge and his own height, he can't see how much influence black and white can have on the existing order. Without the help of the underworld strategists, his situation is far worse than the original time and space.

He was very excited about Daisy's military weapons. At that time, he agreed, but now he hesitated. Unfortunately, the target eye was not a person with unique vision. A pie of unifying the New York Mafia knocked them out.

The first day after the war in New York was spent in pain and tears. All the churches were full of people. Many priests almost had no rest to comfort the citizens. No matter what negative news they usually had, at least they did a good job in comforting people.

Hypocrisy or acting is OK. No matter what they really think, Daisy thinks that as long as they do their own work well, they are worthy of affirmation.

All morning, she was at the funeral.

She can attend funerals near New York, but there is no time for funerals in other cities or countries.

She didn't know the sacrificial agents, and they didn't have much contact with her deputy director. She didn't need to speak at the funeral to show her sense of existence and fight for the honor of dying for their country, which is worthy of her heart.

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