"Then we'll try a different approach."
Kingpin turned around.
He walked behind his desk, sat down, and opened a folder.
"How is Councilman Coleman's medical regulation proposal progressing in the city council?"
Wesley's eyes lit up.
He immediately understood what his boss meant.
"The draft proposal has passed its initial review. Its core provision requires all private medical institutions involving superpowers to obtain federal-level certification, or they cannot operate. The certification standards will be set by a government-appointed evaluation committee."
"What about the members of that committee?"
"Coleman has already arranged them. We can control three of the five seats."
Kingpin nodded.
"Speed it up. Have the legal team launch a challenge at the same time—question Lynn's medical qualifications and the clinic's safety standards." He opened an old document in the folder. "There are things in Leo's arrest file that can be used. Lynn was Leo's assistant back then, and his name appears in the surgical casualty records."
"Organize those materials and submit them to the health regulatory department. Follow the legal process."
Wesley quickly took notes.
"There's one issue." He looked up. "If Lynn has connections to S.H.I.E.L.D..."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. can't interfere with New York City's local medical approvals," Kingpin said.
"This is a municipal matter. Even if Fury wants to intervene, he has to consider the political cost of publicly meddling in local affairs."
Wesley thought it over and did not argue.
Logically, it made sense.
"Also." Kingpin closed the folder. "Send word to Coleman. Have him bring up the proposal publicly at next week's city council meeting. Make it big. The more media attention, the better."
"If the media attention gets too high, Lynn's response..."
"How much scrutiny can a dropout's little clinic withstand under the media spotlight?"
Wesley asked no further questions.
He turned to leave.
"Wesley."