Daisy didn't know the Commissioner had labeled her a 'death-seeking protagonist'; she was still waiting for him to make a decision.
"We'll act tomorrow. I'll send people to protect Miss Johnson," commissioner George said, showing he still took her seriously.
Daisy didn't have much hope for the New York police, who were always cannon fodder, with three dying in each episode. She made a request: "Could I get a gun permit? Having a gun would help me protect myself."
For the NYPD Commissioner, this was a minor issue, and he readily agreed.
He informed her that her gun permit would be mailed to her in a week, and for now, she had special permission to carry a gun.
The next day, Daisy didn't use anyone for protection; she hid in the shadows to observe.
This wasn't about catching Spider-Man, who didn't kill people, so Mr. Commissioner could sit in a police car and show his presence.
The 'laundry detergent' sellers were ruthless people, so Mr. Commissioner directly commanded from the rear, calling it 'directing and coordinating.'
The police force in Hell's Kitchen's Midtown West was not deployed, and the Black patrol officer who reported the important lead also took leave to rest at home. The director transferred personnel from other precincts—five hundred officers—who were positioned around the target, waiting for the operation.
Night quickly fell, and the blind man transporting the 'laundry detergent' once again stumbled out.
"Take him down!" Commissioner George commanded loudly.
A blind man facing two fierce police officers had no ability to resist. They searched his bag, finding three bags of genuine 'laundry detergent.'
With undeniable evidence, the director breathed a sigh of relief and ordered, "All-out attack!"
Snipers first shot down the guards at the entrance, and the remaining officers kicked open the door and charged in.
The interior space was large, with six rows of people visible, over a hundred men and women standing at three metal tables, numbly performing tasks such as cleaning, weighing, and packaging. Around them were gang members monitoring with automatic weapons.
The sound of the officers' footsteps alerted the guards, who appeared well-trained and immediately opened fire at the entrance.
Gunshots echoed, and officers occasionally fell, but as the main force entered, the gang members were successively shot down.
The thunderous gunfire startled the blind people, who panicked and ran around like headless chickens.
The officers tried to maintain order, with some leading the blind people to safety, and others clearing out the remaining gang members.
Commissioner George, with the entire NYPD at his disposal, had ample forces.
Simultaneously, Madame Gao's manufacturing plant and two lower-level distribution points were all taken down.
Over seven thousand pounds of 'laundry detergent' were found at the scene, and across the three battlefields, over 130 gang members were killed or arrested.
Regrettably, Madame Gao was at large; her whereabouts were not found at the scene.
However, there were always weak links. Several gang members gave up her name and cooperated with the police artist to draw a picture that was seventy to eighty percent similar.
A city-wide manhunt was launched! Regardless of how much dirty money the officers below had taken, and whatever dealings the councilmen had with the gangs, in public, they had to maintain their image, and everyone was clamoring for the main culprit to be apprehended.
The over one hundred blind people rescued from the scene caused a media frenzy. Few of them were born blind; most had been fed drugs or had their eyeballs directly damaged.
Such a brutal and heinous incident was extensively reported by the media, and once again, calls to pay attention to vulnerable groups and protect disabled resurfaced.
Large numbers of blind, mute, and deaf people were discovered by citizens.
Matt Murdock, who was not yet Daredevil and was still studying law at university, was bewildered by the enthusiasm of his teachers and fellow students.
The blind old man Stick, who was hiding in New York preparing to declare war on the Hand, was also discovered by enthusiastic citizens. The old man was initially startled by a crowd of people and almost drew his sword. He later realized he had overthought it and was noisily sent to a nursing home, where idle people came daily to offer their condolences. The old man spent five days there before taking advantage of a moment when no one was around to escape.
Daisy met commissioner George again half a month later.
"Here is your gun permit. The opposing leader is at large, so you need to be careful, but only I know your name, so rest assured. And this, this is the NYPD's reward for you: one hundred thousand dollars." Commissioner George handed her the gun permit and a bank card.
The middle-aged man seemed a little embarrassed, as if he felt guilty about letting the mastermind escape.
Daisy, however, had no complaints about this. It would be a fantasy if the NYPD could defeat the Hand. An old schemer like Madame Gao was too cautious; this was both a strength and a weakness. Four hundred years had long exhausted her courage, and any slight disturbance would interfere with her judgment. Unless she was fully prepared, she would not return to New York.
She happily had dinner at the Commissioner's house, then said goodbye and went home.
On her way home, her always well-informed friend, the Black girl, called, bringing up a problem she hadn't considered before.
"The school isn't being torn down again?" she asked, a little surprised.
The Black girl said, "I heard that United Construction Company's capital chain broke, so they sent over the penalty for breach of contract this afternoon.
They're already undergoing asset liquidation."
Not having to transfer schools made the Black girl happy, but Daisy was a bit stunned.
What capital chain broke! It was clearly Madame Gao running away, with a city-wide manhunt, and the gangs were all on edge, retreating. For the next few years, no one would covet this dilapidated area of Hell's Kitchen. The course of history had taken a turn and returned to its original state.
"The school board members waiting for demolition compensation must be crying their eyes out right now, right?" she thought, with a touch of malice.
She didn't plan on attending school anymore, unless the teachers could teach her how to use her vibration powers.
With spare money in hand, she naturally needed to invest and start a business to avoid living paycheck to paycheck.
Originally, investing in real estate and waiting for United Construction to demolish would have been a good idea, but unfortunately, those guys shamefully retreated. Buying a house now would be foolish. According to Daisy's analysis, this world would also experience a subprime mortgage crisis, likely next year, in 2007.
Stockpiling houses at this time would be for people with more money than sense.
She could only do something that required more brainpower, like starting a company!
Although she didn't have her predecessor's hacker mindset, she had a forward-looking vision and solid foundational knowledge.
One project quickly came to mind.
Big data analysis!
The theory of big data wouldn't be proposed until 2008, and its practical application would take another two years.
This wasn't difficult to do; the key was the idea. Anyone with normal intelligence would understand it upon hearing it.
It involved processing various data through detailed and rigorous data analysis.
The entire process was crude and brutal, without much technical content; it only required writing an algorithm to mechanically collect, analyze, and process information.
Daisy acted immediately, submitting a leave of absence application to the school and busily setting things up.
To commemorate her predecessor, the company was named "Skye Data Analytics LLC."