Daisy in the Marvel Universe

Contact the director. Director George's reputation has always been very good. He has a high position and will not be corrupted by money. Daisy tried to make suggestions.

Brett was a little dazed. He, a small patrolman, was going to contact the New York Police Chief?

New York has seventy-seven sub-bureaus, twelve transportation sub-bureaus, nine housing authorities, and more than 30,000 official police officers alone. What a loser he is in front of the director!

What's more, reporting beyond the level is a relatively serious incident no matter how you think about it. The black patrol officer must weigh the impact of the whole incident on himself.

If the director doesn't listen to my explanation, then I'll be doomed... He said to Daisy with some worry.

Daisy knew that Chief George was a good person, but others didn't know that. She couldn't explain the source of her information, so she could only say nothing and wait for the black patrolman to make his own decision.

Okay, this should be done, this is my mission! But then you have to go with me to see the director. After coming over for a while, the black patrolman didn't know what he had figured out, and said in a firm tone.

Daisy was in control. How she got in touch with the chief was all the black patrolman's business. All she had to do was recount her findings when the time came.

In the next few days, Daisy was cautious and did not go for a walk on the street. Instead, she took a crash course in karate and practiced for two days.

The last time she dealt with some gangsters, she realized her shortcomings. She couldn't fight in close combat at all, and relying on concussive shock waves was not a long-term solution.

As a big city with a population of tens of millions, New York naturally has places that teach Eastern martial arts. Anyone who wants to learn Xingyi, Wing Chun and Hong Quan can find one. However, Daisy was short of time and could only find some simple martial arts that were easy to learn and quick to master.

Between Taekwondo and Karate, she chose Karate.

In the evening, the black patrolman who had disappeared for three days found her.

Going to your chief's house for dinner? Brett, you are doing well! If you perform well tonight, promotion and salary increase will not be a problem. Daisy and the black patrolman are now grasshoppers in the same boat, and their relationship has invisibly drawn them into each other. few.

On the way, hearing about Brett's experience in the past two days, Daisy sighed, this black man really worked hard.

The black patrolman was smart and didn't use the police's internal email system. He acted like a dazed young man. Under the strange looks of his colleagues, he quickly ran over and posted a ticket on his chief's car.

The chief was confused. How did such a sightless patrol officer get recruited into the police system? Out of love for his younger generation, he grabbed the black patrolman and talked for a few words. Before he could finish his teaching, he was interrupted. The black man took advantage of this opportunity to talk about the matter quickly.

Mr. Director will not listen to the wind or rain. Reaching this position does not rely on passion.

There must be various connections behind this level of business. He needed more evidence, so he decided to invite them to dinner at home tonight.

The director seemed relatively clean. He lived in a high-rise building in upper Manhattan. The two stepped out of the elevator and pressed the doorbell No. 2016. A middle-aged man came to open the door.

The man is a bit thin, with blond hair, sharp eyes, and a serious smile. Even at home, he still wears a suit and tie.

He examined Daisy with his eyes before letting the two of them enter the room.

The director's wife was very enthusiastic and invited them to have dinner together.

At the dinner table, Daisy met several other members of Stacey's family. The first was the famous Gwen. This blonde beauty looked to be eleven or twelve years old and well developed. Her eyes were vaguely hostile to Daisy.

This is the first reaction of a beautiful woman when she sees a beautiful woman, at least that's what Daisy thinks.

There was also a half-grown boy who looked to be four or five years old. Daisy remembered that they would have another boy in the future.

At the dining table, she also saw Stacey’s famous lemon seabass.

To be honest, the cooking skills here are simply a nightmare. Daisy traveled through time for two months, and she had never had a single meal except for the Chinese cuisine of the maid lady.

I had to make do with bread and vegetable salad every day, but now I finally saw a serious meal. After getting the signal that it was ready to eat, I opened my cheeks and started eating hard.

How to eat seabass is nothing to her. She can eat people from incredible countries, not to mention seabass, even crocodiles.

At first, Mrs. Stacey was kind enough to ask her if she was used to her lifestyle and if she had many friends around her. Later, she saw that she was eating happily and closed her mouth.

Practicing karate consumes physical strength, and using supernatural powers also consumes physical strength. Although she mentioned it several times, the maid still took the delicate route in cooking. In order not to appear like a waste, Daisy had not eaten happily for a long time.

Appearance is justice. Even if a beautiful woman does bad things, she can be cleansed, let alone if she just eats harder?

She has no manners or temperament at all, but she is naturally generous in eating, which makes the director and his wife have a good impression.

People with ulterior motives will not eat so calmly. This is what Mr. Director thinks.

It looks like this girl hasn't eaten for a long time. Why is she so hungry? This is the opinion of the director's wife.

Gwen, who had always put on airs and maintained a ladylike demeanor, was shocked by her. Could this person have just escaped from somewhere? It’s so delicious!

Daisy had eaten a third and nearly a half of the food on the table. She wiped her mouth and looked like she was full.

Little Gwen and her mother were left with dissatisfied expressions to clear the table, and Daisy and the black patrolman entered the chief's reception room.

Ms. Johnson, can you tell me how you discovered the target? The director spoke first.

Daisy would not say that she was targeted by a perverted old woman and later killed her. Now she needs to use the power of the police to help her solve her trouble.

She made up a story about being entrusted by someone to find fellow villagers, and then changed the topic: Mr. Director, I have reason to suspect that there are a large number of Chinese Americans who have been brutally abused in the other party's underground facilities.

These are all the evidence I collected, although they are not direct evidence.

She took out a pile of information from her backpack, including water and electricity consumption, food delivery truck records, and several missing person notices posted on the Internet. If possible, she really wanted to take a photo of Mrs. Gao and show it to the director.

Uncle policeman, that's the guy!

She very much hoped to place a special wanted order that would kill him on sight. Unfortunately, the old lady was very vigilant and was never caught on camera.

Director George looked through the information over and over, and anyone with a brain would be able to analyze that this was a major case.

The other party may think that with the protection of the local police, they have almost no scruples. Many evidences are obvious and can be found by any citizen.

Without understanding the cause and effect, Director George actually thought that the little girl Daisy was good and had a sense of justice!

Director George has seen many criminals who rely on their passion to investigate criminals, and surprisingly, most of them are women.