Chapter 141 I saw a ghost, would you believe it?

"You should focus, Gwen!"

Glory said to Gwen unhappily.

Her tempo had slowed down again just now, and even Betty could hear it.

This is not to say that Betty’s musical level is low, but because she is also the type who is easily distracted.

"Maybe we should get a corn dog, that might lighten the mood."

Betty made her own suggestion.

“I don’t know how to say this, but this isn’t a hot dog thing at all.”

Gloria thought Betty's idea was a little naive.

"If you can, Gwen, you should focus on the band. We're going to be at Felicia Hardy's concert soon."

She said to the somewhat guilty Gwen, "Although I still don't understand why that French woman would invite a small band like us."

Gwen knew why Black Cat invited the Mary Janes, but she couldn't say it in public.

"Sorry, I'll pay attention, Glory."

Gwen apologizes to both of them.

Gloria didn't mean to blame Gwen. She pressed her aching forehead with her hand.

"I'm sorry, Gwen, I'm not blaming you. Maybe my tone was a little harsh. I just wanted to..."

She let out a dejected breath and said to Gwen, "Maybe I will have to practice less with the band in the future, so I cherish the days we have together."

Before she finished speaking, Betty, who was wearing glasses and was usually a little confused, asked her in surprise: "Why?"

"After my last car accident, my family restricted my extracurricular activities. They thought I should spend more time on studying."

Gloria said that after the car accident she and Liz had at the state park last time, her extracurricular activities were restricted by her parents.

"Don't worry, I won't quit the band, but I may not be able to be the lead singer anymore."

Gloria said that she might not be able to be the lead singer, "Also, there is a very talented girl who will join our band. She has a great voice and is born to be the lead singer."

Gwen put down the drumsticks in her hand and asked Gloria, "Who is it?"

"Her name is MJ, Mary Jane Watson, and she's a high school transfer student from Pennsylvania."

Betty couldn't accept this as she thought Gloria was the only lead singer of the band.

Besides, they have been working together for so long, she can't accept someone coming in and taking the position of lead singer right away.

"Is her voice even better than Felicia's?"

Betty muttered quietly, "Even though I haven't seen her, I don't like her."

Gwen didn't say anything, but she wasn't impressed by this woman who showed up out of nowhere.

Although I have never heard of this name, for some reason I always feel that this woman seems to be causing me a lot of trouble.

My intuition has always been accurate.

The next day.

Fisk Building.

Jin Bing sat on the sofa and watched the live news on TV.

"Our report today is."

"There is news that the body of Frederick Foswell, known as the boss of the criminal organization, was found on the surface of the East River. This news is shocking enough. What is incredible is that according to the unconfirmed report provided by the police, Foswell's skull was already shattered when he was found."

Jin Bing watched TV expressionlessly, without any emotion.

"Was the body thrown into the river from the bridge? Why was he killed? These are also questions that bother law enforcement officers."

The blonde host on TV said to the audience: "Next we will interview the relevant parties and hope it will be helpful to this case."

With a click, Jin Bing pressed the button on the remote control, turned off the TV and stood up.

He was involved in Foswell's death. In fact, he had crushed the other person's head with a car door last night.

Are these useless subordinates so stupid?
A dead body at the bottom of a river will be found.

He was about to call his men when his secretary called him and said that a sheriff named George Stacy was visiting.

This guy again?!
Kim Byung frowned and told his secretary to just refuse.

He didn't have any good impression of the policeman who was chasing him relentlessly.

"Boss, he said it was about the case of Frederick Foswell."

Before the secretary could finish, Jin Bing frowned and interrupted the secretary, "I said, reject him. Is he going to arrest me with a warrant?"

"Yes, sir."

The secretary stammered in reply.

After hanging up the phone, Jin Bing stood in front of the glass window of the building and watched George and two policemen walk out of the company.

George, walking in the sunshine, seemed to sense something. He turned and looked at the towering building.

Kingpin looked at George's face and raised his chin slightly.

After George disappeared, Jin Bing picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Call that rubbish producer at Channel 5 and tell him I don't want to hear any mention of 'Wilson Fisk,' 'Kingpin,' 'Kingpin's crimes' or anything like that on the air." He gave his men an expressionless command, "Or if you dare mention the Frederick Foswell murder case again, this station will be ours."

After hanging up the phone with his men, he thought about it and dialed another number.

"The guy who helped me contact the Russian mafia, Alexi, you call him Rhino, right?"

The Rhino he mentioned was named Alexi Mikhailovich, and he was a thug for the Russian mafia in New York.

The other party had participated in an experiment that used radiation and genetically modified chemicals to attach a layer of tough polymer to his skin, and then added a rhino horn.

The experiment gave him super strength, speed, stamina and endurance. His rhinoceros-skin-like shell can withstand any high temperature and severe cold, and can resist any attack, making him almost invulnerable.

Although he felt somewhat disgusted with such a character, he still chose to hire this guy at this time.

“The goal is.”

He pondered for a moment and looked at the sunlight outside the window.

"George Stacy!"

"Okay, let's talk about Watergate. Has anyone read this chapter?"

The female history teacher asked the students in the audience.

At this time, most of the students in the classroom had experienced the devastation of the previous few classes, their interest was completely destroyed, and few people raised their hands.

"You kids are lucky because most of these recordings were released recently, and only a small amount of information has been disclosed before."

The history teacher looked at the students in the classroom and continued, "You know, our president could have destroyed these tapes, but he didn't. Next, turn to page 361."

As the sound of books rustling rang out, Peter focused his attention on the textbook in front of him.

If he skipped classes continuously, his homeroom teacher would definitely tell Aunt May.

So even though he didn't want to come to school, he still sat here.

Last night he saw the legendary Wendigo ghost in the swamp.

Things like ghosts and spirits, which cannot be harmed on a physical level, do cause him some trouble.

And last night Helen seemed to have seen something before leaving.

The only thing he could be sure of was that it was not a ghost or something like that.

What could make someone lose their composure more than a ghost?
and also
The other party sent him information about the tunnels in the underground world and how to enter without alerting anyone.

"What I just played for you is the recorded conversation of our President. Did you find anything? Or do you have any insights of your own?"

King Kong said in a low voice, "That guy likes to curse."

The students around him laughed quietly.

The history teacher pretended not to hear and asked Gwen, "Gwen, do you have any thoughts about the recording just now?"

Gwen hadn't been listening to the lecture just now. She had been thinking about the band. When she heard the teacher asking her a question, she hesitated and said, "I think he seems a little helpless and sad."

Glancing at Peter, Gwen looked down at the book.

Damn it, I didn’t hear clearly what was in the recording just now.

"Very good, you have a unique perspective, Gwen."

The history teacher seemed pleased with Gwen's answer, "But there is also indignation!"

The teacher then added: "He thinks he is in a high position of power and has total control over the entire city and even the United States. All officials are related to him, so he does not allow himself to be provoked."

The history teacher held up the chalk and continued, "Although he had many enemies, he still recorded his words exactly as they were. Does anyone know why?"

"Because he thought no one could beat him."

Peter suddenly replied to the history teacher.

"Excellent answer, Peter!"

The history teacher was stunned for a moment, then praised Peter.

After Peter answered casually, the phone in his pocket vibrated slightly.

"Peter, you saved the day perfectly. You eased my embarrassment."

The text message was from Gwen.

He glanced at Gwen who was looking down not far away and replied, "Have you been practicing with the band recently?"

"I'd like to say I enjoy it, but it's pretty boring, if I'm alone."

Peter really wanted to ask her, weren't Gloria and Betty still in the band?

Gwen asked him, “I’m going to Hardy’s concert this Sunday. Although it’s not a big concert, it’s also his first time. Will you go to the concert?

"Of course, if nothing unexpected happens."

Gwen quickly replied: "If you say that, I'm really starting to worry that something might happen."

Gwen quickly adjusted her mood and asked Peter again, "What were you busy with yesterday, Peter?"

"a little complicated."

"what?"

"I saw a ghost, would you believe it?"

(End of this chapter)