Car wash

Daisy never expected that she would encounter such an incident while wandering around. She wondered who had treated Frank after he was seriously injured in the original timeline. After thinking for a while, she found that this information was not in her memory.

Before she could ponder further, Frank's breathing became weaker and weaker. She sensed his heartbeat and knew that his life was now ticking away.

Looking around, there was no one around to rescue Frank.

"Am I the only one here to save you? It's quite unusual... but consider yourself fortunate for meeting me instead of someone else!"

Daisy hesitated for a moment but swiftly extended her hand towards Frank's chest, activating her Vibration ability. With a gentle touch, she sent a small vibration to his heart, successfully reviving its beating once more.

"Ah!" Frank suddenly jolted upright, but due to his weakened state, he could only manage to rise partially before collapsing back down.

Watching Frank faint again, she felt at a loss.

The wounds on his body tore up a little more, and blood gushed out as if there was no tomorrow. Daisy was left speechless, as Frank's reflex was too quick, and she couldn't stop him from rising up.

Calling for an ambulance was not the best idea. The people targeting Frank were powerful, and there was a good chance that they wouldn't let him be saved, and she might get implicated as well.

She had no choice but to take matters into her own hands and treat him herself.

As a former struggling writer, she had some theoretical knowledge accumulated from reading novels. On the other hand, the original Daisy had taken a first aid class. Combining both sides, she came up with a somewhat acceptable solution.

Glancing at the ground, she couldn't help but notice those faint bloodstains, carefully leading from the park to the car. It's almost as if he was afraid the enemy wouldn't realize the target was conveniently hidden inside.

Daisy quickly drove away from Central Park and turned into a remote alley. On the way, she bought some gauze, alcohol, and needles. After checking the basic treatment steps with her laptop, she began the on-site treatment.

Using alcohol for disinfection, she removed the bullet with a swift motion and then stitched up the wound at a speed not inferior to that of the most skilled surgeon.

Her speed was impressive, but her skill was quite rough. In the end, Frank was wrapped up like a dumpling.

"Hey, buddy, feeling better now? Do you have any place you'd like to go? I'll take you there," She nudged him a few times to wake him up.

After five or six nudges, Frank finally regained consciousness.

His gaze was vacant as he looked at her, realizing he didn't recognize her.

"I was just passing by. You seem to be in trouble. I can't take you home. You'll scare my roommate to death... Do you have a place to go? I'll take you there?" Daisy pointed to herself and said.

Frank's eyes remained lifeless, seemingly not attached to life.

Daisy waited for several seconds, but he didn't respond.

She could only search the area and find an abandoned house that hadn't been lived in for a long time, broke open the lock, helped the future Punisher inside, and stumbled in.

The furnishings inside were old and outdated, and she couldn't tell whether the previous owner had moved out or died. She placed Frank on the bed, but he remained silent.

"We are strangers, and I've already helped you this far. From here on, I kindly suggest that you take the time to rest and recover on your own," Daisy said as she opened the door, about to leave. However, she took a step forward, then stopped.

She rummaged through Frank's wallet and found that he seemed to be a long-time soldier with no concept of money; there wasn't even a single dollar in his wallet.

"... I'm not rich either, but I'll give you two hundred. Don't complain it's too little." Fearing that he might starve himself, Daisy reluctantly took out two hundred from her savings and stuffed it into his wallet.

The floor and table in the room were covered in a layer of dust, and theoretically, the previous owner wouldn't be back in the short term.

Ordinary people with a cold or fever would need someone to take care of them, but Frank didn't need that; his tough physique honed from the battlefield allowed him to recover on his own. He was a genuine soldier, and there was no need for outsiders to worry about him.

By the time she reached her rented apartment, it was already late in the evening. As she sat in the driver's seat of the rented car, she glanced back at the seats, now covered with blood and wondered how she could clean them. Returning the car in this condition was not an option.

Unable to come up with a suitable solution at that moment and with the evening set in, she parked the car in a small dead-end alleyway near her apartment. She covered the car with a tarp, deciding to address the issue the next day.

Returning to her apartment, Daisy turned on the computer to start investigating.

The internet only mentioned a firefight that happened in Central Park, with some bodies found. However, the specific identities of the warring parties and the number of casualties were unknown.

Deeply contemplating the tragic fate of the Punisher's family, Daisy sighed and practised her abilities for a while before lying down on her bed. As she touched her nearly empty wallet with only five hundred dollars left, she realized how broke she was, making it difficult to fall asleep.

While pondering how those other transmigrators managed to make their first pot of gold, she drifted off to sleep in a daze.

...

The next day, Daisy brushed her teeth, washed her face, and had some bread for breakfast while pondering how to make money.

She couldn't think of any lucrative business ideas, even though she had some software ideas that could potentially make money. However, they all required some investment, at least in terms of manpower. She didn't want to lock herself in a room for half a year coding; that wasn't the lifestyle she desired.

As for other options, she was completely clueless.

Writing novels? The world of Harry Potter didn't exist here, and even if she tried to copy the original text, success was far from guaranteed. Besides, she couldn't even remember the original text.

Drawing comics about Superman or Wonder Woman? She lacked the artistic skills for that.

Walking out of the apartment, she decided to first take care of the car.

Daisy scratched her head, and after thinking about it, she decided to go to the car wash.

A regular car wash was out of the question. So she had to go to those car wash places with ties to the gangs.

Searching her memories, she drove to a place called Veles Taxi.

It was the territory of the Russian mafia, responsible for repainting, modifying, and washing cars, among other tasks.

Daisy covered her face with a white mask she bought from a small shop near her apartment, knowing that there was an eighty percent chance of conflict, and frankly, she wasn't worried—she was even a bit excited.

However, when she thought about weapons, she became a bit anxious. All she had for self-defence is the stun gun left by the previous owner. And she couldn't possibly buy a handgun just to wash her car. That would be absurd.

Deciding to improvise, she drove through the Hell's Kitchen, taking a circuitous route, until she finally reached the Russians' territory.

It was an underground parking lot, not too crowded during the day.

Two men were talking in the middle of the venue, and Daisy recognized one of them. It was James Wesley, who represented Wilson Fisk and came forward to buy the land.

The other man was a lean figure, and they were quietly arguing about something. When they heard the sound of the car engine, both turned to look, puzzled.

The lean man gestured to his subordinates to take a look.

A burly man walked up to Daisy's car and rudely asked, "What do you want?"

Daisy was a bit speechless; she clearly arrived at the wrong time. In a hoarse voice, she said, "Car wash!"