Chapter 2600

"Mr. Baker hasn't been working on the far side of the moon?" Shiler asked, "Did he also go to participate in the selection of technical personnel for the Star Core Space Station?"

"Yes, because Rebecca works at the space station. Oh, how did I forget to say, Rebecca is the girl he likes. That's a good girl, with high education, beautiful, and very serious about her work."

Casada showed a hesitant expression and said, "But Baker has always been very inferior, feeling that his family background is not good, he hasn't read many books, and his appearance is average, completely incomparable to Rebecca's other pursuers."

"Work on the far side of the moon is long-term work, with high technical difficulty, and it is difficult to produce results. But he is just an ordinary technical staff, basically no one listens to him. So Baker wanted to go to the space station to work for a period of time, mix a technical supervisor status, so that whether it is to engage in a career or chase a girl, it can be easier."

"Wait, ma'am," Shiler realized the problem and said, "Mr. Baker joined the Solar System Development Plan so early, and has such rich work experience and powerful abilities. Why is he still just an ordinary employee until now?"

Casada sighed and said, "His temper is too bad, it can be said that he gets angry at a touch. He is loyal, but he is too partial to his own people and not reasonable. He offended all the supervisors he could offend. I heard that the director of S. H. I. E. L. D. was also angered by him. His position was also promoted and demoted. It seems that he made a mistake a while ago and was almost fired."

Shiler nodded, knowing that it was extremely difficult for such a person to be promoted. However, perhaps love had such magic. People who usually disdain the management also wanted to climb up.

Just talking about this, Casada's phone rang. She answered the phone and said a few words, then hung up and said, "Rebecca just called my husband. They had intersections at work before. She said she prepared an interview guide and wanted Baker to take a good look and strive to apply for the position of technical supervisor."

"It seems that Baker is not as unpopular as he thought," Shiler said. "Although such people are often regarded as thorns by their superiors, because they speak quickly and do not fear power, they also have unique personality charm."

"Who says not?" Casada said, "Sometimes I can also feel his pain. When his emotions break out, it is completely out of his control. Usually, he also has to worry about whether he will break out and hurt others, but this is not his fault at all."

"I think I know who I should go to," Peter suddenly spoke.

Shiler looked at him. Peter said, "Although the Star Core Space Station is not a confidential project, the interview list must be a confidential document. Otherwise, it would be too simple for someone to move hands and feet on the selected people. Nick couldn't even not consider this."

"This kind of confidential document is not something that ordinary people in Brooklyn can touch. Even if they heard the recruitment information, they have no way. Then the problem must be at the upper level."

"If you want to say who in the entire Brooklyn district is qualified to touch this list, then it can only be Kingpin."

Kingpin's palace was full of all kinds of luxury cars. Celebrities of all colors stepped on the red carpet and walked into the luxurious building, all with a festive congratulatory look on their faces.

Today is Kingpin's birthday, and he is holding his own birthday party.

Kingpin, whose body is still tall and burly, is tidying up his clothes in his room, preparing for a stunning appearance. But at this time, the balcony moved.

Kingpin had no surprised expression at all. Looking at the figure walking over from the balcony, he said very familiarly, "Peter, why are you walking through the window again? Don't you know that you can enter from the front door with an invitation?"

"I threw away the invitation," Peter said irritably. "I have no interest in attending your birthday party."

Kingpin was not angry at all. The expression on his face could be called kind. He said, "That's fine. When it's your birthday, send me an invitation, and I will definitely be there."

The smile on Kingpin's face was hard to hide, completely different from the past. He was happy to see Spider-Man now.

Spider-Man is good, can fight, can run, can do scientific research, and has no heart. What kind of chosen worker is this?

It was that damn black guy who occupied the first opportunity. Otherwise, how could I not take down half of these five or six hundred Spider-Men?

If there were more than two hundred Spider-Men, let alone the Solar System Development Plan, even the spacecraft manufacturing industry could touch it. There are planets made of gold in the universe.

And other Spider-Men are fine, but this Spider-Man of my own is extra valuable. You said that when I fought him, why didn't I find that this kid could develop air-space transport technology? If I had discovered it at that time, wouldn't I be lying on a mountain of gold counting money like Stark now?

Born at the wrong time, Kingpin thought in his heart through gritted teeth. But if he had discovered the value of Spider-Man earlier, then Spider-Man would call him a criminal, and he would call Spider-Man a godfather. They each talk about their own, wouldn't it be beautiful?

Peter came to find him alone now. Although he said he wasn't congratulating him on the surface, at least he came. This shows that his diligence during this period of time was not in vain.

"Do you know about Bullseye's death?" Peter asked.

"Oh, him, he died if he died," Kingpin didn't care at all. He said, "This guy has never been restless, has too many ideas, and his brain doesn't turn. What era is it, and he still wants to drag me to engage in traditional crime."

"He met you before."

"He came to find me when he was released from prison. I drove him away. I heard that he was killed on the way back, but so what? It's all his own fault for not having eyes."

"Do you know that someone kidnapped the future technical supervisor of the Star Core Space Station?"

Kingpin was shocked.

Peter understood his expression when he looked at it. He said, "It seems you really have something to do with this. What's going on?"

"I didn't kidnap anyone," Kingpin said. "I don't need to do this. I am one of the investors in the space station. Why kidnap my own people?"

"Future technical supervisor... oh, you mean that guy who can turn into sand? What's his name?... I forgot, he is indeed a good candidate. He is missing?"

"Yes, and not just him, I was also attacked. Have you paid attention to the recent cases in Brooklyn?"

"What cases are there in Brooklyn recently?"

"I mean small cases. Several shops lost things, and a gun shop was stolen. The problem is that the surveillance didn't capture anyone, and the person who attacked me on the street yesterday was an invisible person."

Kingpin was obviously stunned. What kind of person was he? He had no time to manage petty theft, but he understood Peter's meaning.

If the person who went for Baker was going for the Star Core Space Station, then how did he know Baker was on the list?

If the list was leaked, then who was the most suspicious?

Of course, everyone who had the list was suspicious, but the problem was that there was only one person who washed his hands of the underworld. No matter if it was Kingpin who did it, he would definitely be the most suspicious.

Kingpin immediately called his subordinates and said, "Go check if there are any strange things nearby recently, especially things like losing things."

Kingpin and Peter waited in the room for a long time. The guests below were impatient. Suddenly, a professionally dressed lady pushed the door in and said, "Sir, I reported to you before that the gold fountain pen in your study is missing. We searched the entire palace and didn't find any clues. The surveillance cameras didn't capture anything."

"Study?!" Kingpin was shocked again. He immediately took people and rushed downstairs, coming to the study where he usually worked.

It was still decorated luxuriously, all kinds of sculptures were bought back from all over the world at a high price, and even the desktop was sprinkled with gold foil. The bright light made people unable to open their eyes.

Peter really couldn't accept this aesthetic, but he could only choose to respect it. He walked to the desk and said, "You didn't even know your pen was lost, and it was gold?"

"Just gold-plated," Kingpin said. "Even if it's pure gold, it's not worth much money. Which day was the pen lost?"

"About last Wednesday, I reported it several times, you didn't reply to me."

"I thought it fell into some corner, and it would naturally be found during the big cleaning. It's not the first time you guys have done this."

The lady in charge of internal affairs was obviously a bit embarrassed. They had indeed lost small items before, but this was also inevitable. And it was just a fountain pen, and it wasn't worth much money, why make such a big fuss?

"What were you doing at that time?"

"I was indeed thinking about the candidate for supervisor. I originally wanted to choose Baker," Kingpin remembered Sandman's name. He said, "But his supervisor called before to say that he had a bad temper and didn't follow the rules. If he became a supervisor, he would definitely mess everything up, so I hesitated."

"Could someone have heard your phone call?"

"Imposs..." Kingpin just wanted to say impossible, but he thought that ordinary people were indeed impossible, but invisible people were hard to say.

Kingpin's old home was guarded airtight. Spider-Man could come in so easily not because he was really that strong, but because Kingpin opened a whitelist for him to facilitate his entry and exit.

The rest of the people couldn't pass the first line of defense at all. Even if Captain America came, he would have to fight in the second line of defense. It was impossible to sneak in quietly.

"All our surveillance rooms are equipped with perfect thermal imaging..."

"Thermal imaging can't scan it out," Peter said. "I tried it, the other party might be on the magic side."

Kingpin was silent. He said, "I don't know much about magic."

Everyone was also silent because they didn't know much about magic. In the past, this was an extremely niche thing. Even if it was a famous criminal, there was no such high probability of just meeting a mage. It was normal not to understand.

"I'll make a call to the Sanctuary," Kingpin said. "If it's a matter on the magic side, they must be responsible. I pay so much tax every year..."

"Don't be anxious first," Peter said. "Do you want everyone to know that the list was leaked from you?"

Kingpin's movement paused. He looked at Peter very strangely and said, "Are our roles reversed? Shouldn't it be you who is anxious to call the police, and I intend to cover up the facts?"

"If calling the police could solve the problem, I would let the siren sound shake your building down," Peter said. "Once this matter is made public, everyone will know that the list was leaked, and even someone was kidnapped because of this list. Then the people on the list will be in danger, and even give up the interview. Then what about the third selection work? What about the subsequent selection work?"

"And the fact that you are an investor is not glorious. I guess you didn't announce it to the public at all, right? If the public knew that the former gang leader participated in the construction of the space station, and the news was released from you, the president and his staff would come over personally and kick you into the sea."

Kingpin coughed twice, appearing a bit embarrassed. Although insiders knew that he had washed his hands of it, this was still a bit too advanced for the public. Everyone knew that he was the godfather of the East Coast gang. Suddenly participating in the grand vision of the universe, those who know know it is to wash white, those who don't know think he wants to develop the gang cause into the universe.

The general election is not far away. The public was already dissatisfied with the public security situation on the East Coast. It was not easy to make up for a little bit with the development speed. Now that the gang is to be involved, this will cause a devastating blow to the public opinion of the current ruling party.

Kingpin didn't want to be at odds with the president either, so he said, "I don't believe this guy is completely invisible. He should have used some external means. Since that's the case, it's impossible to be truly traceless. It seems I have to invite that guy to come out of the mountains again."

"Who?"

"Daredevil Ma Te."

In a small villa in Queens, Ma Te was holding the baby out of the cradle. He hummed a little tune while holding and shaking, and suddenly heard movement upstairs.

He put the child in the stroller and pushed it to the stairs, climbed a few steps, and shouted, "What's wrong? Elektra? Are you awake?"

"Your phone is ringing," Elektra's sleepy voice came from upstairs, "Take it away quickly, I want to sleep again. The child cried too long last night, I'm going to be sleepy to death."

Ma Te walked up on tiptoe, took his phone, pushed the stroller to the yard, looked at the number on the caller ID, and his face immediately sank.

"Why are you calling me? Kingpin?... Your birthday, do you still want me to... oh, thank you, he will be one year old in 12 days, I will... what the hell do you want to do?!"