Looking back now, Jessica Jones still felt that "joining the Sky Sword and becoming a field agent" was a little nervous. To be honest, she didn't understand very well what she thought, and she clearly didn't care much about anything, but she still agreed to join the group by mistake.

According to Jessica's personalized statement, "life is like a pot of blood", and bad things will always be followed by worse things. When she was still young, she did not have the idea of ​​"helping others with superpowers", but if that experience taught her the only thing that she did was meaningless.

But she still joined. Michael Paso, the indifferent young man, said to her in a tone as plain as stating established facts: "You can choose to be bound by your past forever and be in the shadows for the rest of your life, or you can choose to let life work again and try to find your place."

If you really can't decide, go look in the mirror, Jessica Jones. Then ask yourself what kind of person you see in the mirror and what kind of person you want her to become.”

He did not make inspiring long and inspiring comments, nor did he show any grand ideals to impress her. The man's words were as casual as his expression when he spoke. Jessica didn't know what he was moved by, so she got into the group in a confused manner.

Even she herself didn't realize it, but she wasn't so indifferent to everything. Jessica Jones was a kind girl from the bottom of her bones. Even if this shit-like world (in her own words) hurt her again and again, she still cared about this world.

So now, she came here, under the building of Wallis Company. She complained reluctantly about the trouble, but she still honestly accepted the boss's instructions and came here.

Not to mention anything else, at least Michael paid her a salary. According to Jessica's previous financial situation, she was on the verge of being driven out of the street by her landlord and sleeping on the streets, and she had hardly paid her rent on time in a month. On the plus side, at least she no longer has to worry about rent or living expenses.

The description of the task assigned to her was very vague. She actually didn't know much about what she was here to investigate. Michael only told her to thoroughly investigate the company's "all suspicious places" and then sorted out a report within two days and handed it over to him.

Jessica has never received a commission that describes such an ambiguous one, but what else can she do? Who made her a "squeeze" worker?

Jessica checked the background of the company and found that it was a small company registered within a year, which was not very prominent in a city like New York. The company's owner's name is Harry Wallis, a millionaire. But Mr. Wallis seemed to be a very careful and privacy-oriented person because she found that the person's relationship network seemed blank, at least she could not find out that Wallis had any form of contact with anyone.

As a rich man who owns a company in New York and has a property of more than 10 million, this is more than incredible, it is simply impossible. So Jessica decided to visit his company in person and see what kind of person Mr. Wallis is.

The lady in a purple dress at the front desk asked her with a smile: "Is there anything I can help?"

"I'm Lisa Benson, and I made an appointment with Mr. Wallis to meet today," said Jessica.

"Mr. Wallis is not in the company." The lady frowned suspiciously. "In fact, he has been on a business trip, and has not been here recently, and has not made an appointment to meet anyone."

"Ah, there must be something wrong. So, can you...?"

Jessica suddenly stopped talking.

She felt something was wrong. She subconsciously looked around and found that everyone in the office seemed to have stopped the work at hand. The guy who was sorting out the documents, the programmer who quickly typed the keyboard in front of the computer, the woman next to the water dispenser... It seemed that everyone's eyes were attracted in an instant, as if Jessica was an alien who had accidentally entered.

Jessica felt inexplicably pressured, as if she was already in a siege.

"Okay, nothing is wrong." She changed her words and smiled reluctantly at the front desk lady with a weird face. "Maybe I'd better go back and try to re-communicate with Mr. Wallis."

She turned and quit the company.

It was indeed strange, but nothing unexpected happened. If there were no problems in this place, the boss wouldn't have sent her to investigate.

However, a general and irresponsible description like "the atmosphere is weird" is obviously not suitable for writing to the task report to make up, so she turned to a new plan.

No matter how it is just a small private enterprise, Jessica has at least ten different solutions to get involved.

The building where Wallis Company is located has twenty-two floors, and only the three floors near the roof belong to them. At the bottom of their feet is a tourism agency. Jessica touched a utility room of the tourism agency and pushed down the shelves against a wall with brute force. A strange elbow hit the solid wall panel.

According to the building design drawings, there is an elevator shaft behind the wall panel. But this elevator is unique to the company on the top floor. It leads directly to the underground floor of the building and is not open to the rest of the floor. But obviously, that's just a general situation. Jessica smashed the wall, climbed up the elevator shaft, and bypassed the entrance and came directly to the top floor where Mr. Wallis's own office is located.

Jessica used her arm to break the elevator door open. There was a long corridor outside, and there was no one in the corridor, and there was no surveillance. So she opened the elevator door and climbed in, and began to walk towards the office.

Even if he is not here, at least some useful information should be left in the office. There may be some "suspicious places". Since the boss told her to come here to investigate, this place is definitely not simple. Maybe the true face of this company is actually the shell of a transnational criminal group, or it is the stronghold of a terrorist organization... She would not be too surprised in any situation.

But she left the elevator and had just walked a few steps when the alarm ring swept across the entire floor. Several security guards soon appeared from the corner in front in the empty corridor, and walked towards her with electric shock sticks in hand. Another group of security guards appeared behind her very soon, with the same uniform and the same equipment, and walked forward with vigilant eyes, with a light blue current stick on the stick.

OK, that's a hell. Jessica mumbled in her stomach.
Chapter completed!