Rescue

Unlike Daisy, who's living a carefree life, Angela's parents already planned her future. The reason she came to this remote church school is mainly due to the good relationship between the school and Yale University.

These prestigious universities had early ties to churches. Achieving good grades or receiving substantial recommendations from church schools greatly aids admission to these top schools.

However, there seem to be some changes to this situation now.

"Why close the school?" Daisy has no love for singing hymns, but this is currently her only place to stay. Without any clear future, this place was still important to her.

Angela pondered for a moment, "I heard some company wants to buy all the land in Hell's Kitchen, to demolish and rebuild the area."

Daisy pulled out her notebook, to access to the internet, and she quickly searched for answers. She soon found the response, "Union Allied Construction is funding the acquisition of several nearby properties."

She was somewhat puzzled. Has the Union Allied Construction already begun laying out plans in Hell's Kitchen this early?

The Union Allied Construction is backed by Kingpin, who is far from his prime. Swallowing Hell's Kitchen on his own exceeds his capabilities, so he is collaborating with multiple parties to form the Union Allied Construction.

But Daisy clearly remembers that they should have started buying land only after the Avengers's battle with the Chitauri. This should be several years away!

Over the next few days, she returned to school. Fear filled the air, teachers were no longer teaching seriously, and students were each going their own way.

The only ones happy were a few members of the school board. Kingpin doesn't want to provoke a seemingly shabby but well-connected group like the church school, so the compensation for the demolition is generous.

Daisy saw Kingpin's assistant, James Wesley, a well-dressed man who manages Kingpin's empire, appearing at the school. The school board members humbly attended to this financial god, fearing any slight disrespect.

Negotiations progressed quickly between the two sides.

Regardless of personal dissatisfaction, the school's closure had become a fact. There were only two remaining option for Daisy : fend for herself or find another school to complete her high school courses and then attend college.

Daisy is confident, with powers in her hands, having lived two lives, and possessing insight from the future, earning some money wouldn't be difficult.

But the problem lies in future choices.

Joining the underworld was immediately ruled out. As a crime-fighting performer, her nature is essentially law-abiding. She's not interested in selling organs, or weapons.

She hasn't heard of any women making a significant name for themselves in the criminal world. This path doesn't suit her.

Running a legitimate business requires adhering to many rules. Once it reaches a certain point, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra will definitely take notice.

The former is better; the latter was much more troublesome.

In movies, Hydra has always lurked within S.H.I.E.L.D., appearing to be roughly equal in strength.

But that's not the case. Hydra is a very large organisation, divided into four main parts.

The first part is a multinational corporations using legal activities to hide their illegal ones. Like the Typhon Group with 250,000 employees, its board is entirely controlled by Hydra. Their business scope includes food, medicine, weapons, aerospace materials, and more.

The second part involves various national government agencies: the Treasury Department, FBI, NSA, CSIS, and others. Some of these departments have important figures who are directly led by Hydra.

The third part is international criminal organisations. A.I.M. Advanced Idea Mechanics, which had dealt with Iron Man.

The fourth part are the intelligence agencies, with S.H.I.E.L.D. being one of them, It's just a "relatively important asset" within the vast Hydra organisation.

Hydra can mobilise assets that are worth billions of dollars at any time, with elite soldiers trained and spread across bases worldwide, numbering at least a hundred thousand.

Faced with such a colossal organisation, Daisy honestly doesn't think she has what it takes to confront it.

She can only focus on the present. A painful issue came to light. She was out of money again!

Last time, finding a "fat sheep" like that wasn't easy. She needs to find some money.

Angela persuaded her to work at a convenience store, but she refused without a second thought. Jokingly, she's not going to stoop to being a shop assistant. If only Stark is willing to clean toilets, will she ever work as a salesgirl !

"So, what to do?" She spent a day driving around Manhattan in a rented car. She can't get into big corporations like Stark Industries, Oscorp, or Rand Entreprises, nor can she work at a small place.

Passing by the famous Central Park, she planned to go in and take a look, she found a bunch of police officers cordoning off the area. She watched from a distance, hearing the crowd's discussions. It seemed like there had been a gang shootout. They were carrying out dozens of bodies. It was not her concern, so she just turned and left.

Opening the car door, a man covered in blood was lying in the back seat. Her enhanced senses allowed her to hear his extremely faint breathing.

She quickly backed away, preparing to call the police from a distance.

"Huh?" Inadvertently sensing his vibrations, she made an unexpected discovery. This was a good person, at least better than most. Upright, brave, fearless – based on her frequency sense, he seemed to possess these virtues.

She reconsidered calling for help. Good people are rare in this world, and it's a rare opportunity to encounter one. If she can help, she should. Besides, the Central Park shooting has sparked some suspicions.

The man still had some consciousness left. As she approached, he seemed to think of something and then passed out.

"Wake up, wake up! What's the point of fainting if you just look at me? " Daisy shut the car door and struggled to flip the man over. He was heavy, even for her enhanced strength. In simple terms, he's a big guy.

The man looked to be in his thirties, wearing casual clothing – a shirt and jeans. He had no weapons, but there were three terrifying-looking bullet holes in his chest and abdomen.

One of them was slightly above his heart. Although he hadn't died on the spot, his life was nearing its end.

Daisy reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his identification, glancing at it.

"Frank Castle? This guy..." Daisy quickly held her tongue. It's really him. This guy is the Punisher from the future, often jokingly referred to as the Punisher Uncle by many.

The Central Park shooting led to the tragic death of Frank's family, who once had a happy and fulfilling life. He went on a rampage, seeking revenge on gangsters, and vowed to uncover the truth behind the incident.