How much money did Kingpin have?
No one knew.
How many businesses did Kingpin own?
No one knew.
What Sean had Zelda do was get all the known businesses into his own hands.
No matter how much there was, it had to start in the hundreds of millions.
In Manhattan, even a run-down townhouse uptown cost several million dollars, never mind the prime properties on the East Side.
Sean figured he could dig up two or three hundred million in assets this time, at least.
Kingpin had been accumulating wealth for many years.
Sean, who felt as though he had suddenly become rich, was in an exceptionally good mood.
But reality told him that ugly things would always come along to disturb the beautiful ones.
"Doctor White, look at the TV..."
Polaris, Lorna, pushed open the door and said anxiously.
"The TV? What happened to the TV?"
Sean calmly turned it on with the remote.
It was the news.
"Watson Company has announced the release of a cure capable of treating mutants. The mutant community remains divided on the matter! One side urgently needs these drugs, while the other is fiercely opposed!"
The news anchor then explained how the cure was to be obtained.
Watson's distribution method clearly had government involvement behind it. The travel subsidies and free medication alone revealed the government's attitude toward mutants.
It was far too obvious.
"They succeeded already? That fast?"
After watching, Sean merely muttered to himself.
"Aren't you worried?"
Polaris asked again, unwilling to let it go.
"Worried about what?"
"Just like Martin Niemöller said~"
(A German pastor and author of the poem "First They Came." You know—the part about how they took away the trade unionists and Jews, and I said nothing because I was not one of them. By the time