Fisk's construction company was, on one hand, swallowing massive amounts of post-war reconstruction funds, and on the other, taking advantage of the chaos to buy up ruined New York land at dirt-cheap prices.
Of course, because the kind-hearted Su Modie was backing them up, they didn't push things to the absolute limit; that would have been too eye-catching.
This wasn't some shell company that just took money without working. The gang Thugs beneath them, who used to collect protection money on the streets, were now honestly wearing hard hats, pushing forward the cleanup and reconstruction work with great fervor and quality.
Why were they being so law-abiding?
Because the current Wilson Fisk was no longer just that underworld emperor who lived in the shadows.
Yes.
Under the behind-the-scenes guidance of Makima and Su Modie, this former New York underworld overlord had finally turned the tides and leaped to become the new Mayor of New York City!
The Battle of New York hadn't just smashed the city's buildings to pieces; it had also triggered a massive earthquake in New York's political circles.
The previous mayor was forced to take the fall for this alien invasion event.
Amidst a chorus of condemnation, he dejectedly resigned to take responsibility.
Even as a beneficiary, Su Modie couldn't help but want to complain wildly while watching the news:
How is a mayor supposed to prevent an alien invasion? Isn't that just intentionally making things difficult for the guy?
But there was no other way.
The angry disaster victims and panicked voters desperately needed a target for their rage, and even more, they needed an iron-fisted strongman who could bring them a sense of security.
Without a doubt, Fisk fit this persona perfectly.
The "showmanship plan" Su Modie had originally tailored for Fisk had achieved unprecedented success.
During the Battle of New York, this broad-shouldered, stout man had led from the front, braving the fire to rush to the front lines and rescue civilians.
The high-definition video of him tearing Chitauri apart by hand had an insanely high view count on Twitter and YouTube!
The grand image of the "Guardian of New York" was instantly and firmly established.
Although political opponents still jumped out during the rapidly launched campaign to bring up Fisk's spotted criminal record, in the face of an alien threat, this former mob boss willing to bleed and sweat for New York appeared much more favorable in the eyes of the disaster-stricken public.
As the saying goes, "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." One can only say that the World's judgment of good and bad people is just that ridiculous—
If a good person does good deeds their whole life and makes one mistake, they're said to have shown their true colors.
If a bad person does wicked things their whole life and suddenly does one good deed, they are a prodigal son whose return is worth more than gold.
In the end, the prodigal Fisk won with a landslide of votes and, on the day after the Battle of New York ended, miraculously took his oath of office.
He entered City Hall!
Now that he was mayor, the construction company naturally couldn't engage in the unsightly forced buying and selling of gangs; the public image projects had to be top-tier. Moreover, with unprecedented public approval ratings, Fisk's construction company didn't need to resort to corruption or bribery at all.
They only needed to dutifully take on government projects and honestly pour concrete and build houses. With that monopoly-level volume of work alone, they could openly, legally, and compliantly rake in a fortune!
At this moment, sitting in the spacious and bright mayor's office.
Fisk, dressed in a high-end custom suit, looked at the numbers in his private account that were jumping wildly at a geometric rate every day. He couldn't help but feel utter admiration for Miss Makima's foresight.
Gangs? What the hell were gangs compared to this?!
In the face of the massive state machine and government power, the former underworld business of fighting for territory and selling drugs didn't even count for a fart!
The bloody copper coins earned from a lifetime of living on the edge with his subordinates weren't even as much as a tiny tip of the iceberg that the government casually let slip through its fingers!
Fisk being able to successfully go clean was absolutely a cause for celebration for Su Modie and Makima.
This meant that Makima's network of influence, like the real HYDRA, had already permeated the top powers of the American mainland until they were riddled with holes—
S.H.I.E.L.D. had her people.
HYDRA had her people.
The U.S. Military also had her people, and now even the Mayor of New York was a loyal dog who followed her every word.
Who could have imagined that a person who was officially "dead" was now like an indescribable ghost, looming over the entire United States, greedily expanding her tentacles at every moment.
But what was even harder to believe was that the mastermind behind all of this was currently wearing a pair of loose cartoon pajamas, with a mess of bedhead, looking sleepy-eyed and slouching limply against the bathroom sink mirror.
"Mm... gargle..."
Su Modie had her eyes half-closed, her small face tilted up impatiently as she let Kotetsu Isane, who was behind her, poke a toothbrush around in her mouth. She spat out white toothpaste foam while mumbling her protest indistinctly:
"Isane... I didn't even eat a late-night snack last night, why do I have to get up so early to brush my teeth... It's so much trouble..."
"My Lord, poor hygiene is bad for your teeth, and it will make you less cute, too."
Kotetsu Isane, standing behind her, dutifully played the role of a mother hen, gently helping her clean her molars.
"If they grow, they grow..." Su Modie said stubbornly and indistinctly, relying on her trump card.
This was the confidence that Endurance 4 gave her!
Never mind a tooth; even if her arm was cut off, it could grow back exactly as it was if given a little time.
"But, My Lord, although your teeth can regenerate, if they get inflamed and rot inside, they still have to be pulled out first..."
Isane explained seriously, "When the time comes, the dentist will take one of those buzzing metal drills, forcefully drill into your gums, and pick out the blackened rotten flesh and nerves bit by bit..."
"Hiss—"
Hearing Isane's vivid description, the scalp-tingling sound of a drill in a dental clinic immediately played in Su Modie's mind. She was instantly broken into a cold sweat, and her previously stubborn mouth immediately softened.
After all, no matter how high her endurance or how powerful her regeneration, the sensation of pain was very real.
Su Modie's body was very sensitive; she was most afraid of pain...
"Then... then you'd better help me brush them a bit cleaner..."
Su Modie had become obedient, opening her mouth wide to let Isane clean it, then tilting her face up to let the other person carefully wipe it with a warm, damp towel.
In front of Kotetsu Isane, who was nearly one hundred and ninety centimeters tall with a tall and curvaceous figure...
The petite Su Modie looked like a little ragdoll cat being handled, very cute.
If outsiders saw this scene, they wouldn't believe it even if they were beaten to death—that this lazy, slacking girl whose face was covered in the words "I want to rot" held a network of influence in her hands that was no less than that of the President of the United States sitting in the White House office.
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