Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

I know you may feel guilty about taking this money, but have you ever thought that you still have a daughter to raise and a mortgage to pay!

If you don't take this money, you'll be sleeping on the street next month, like those homeless people in Hell's Kitchen, with your daughter.

Believe me, that is definitely not a life for human beings!" Fisk's words, like the words of the devil in hell, slowly entered Mrs. Peakes' ears.

"But, Lawyer Murdoch is a good man."

"Oh my goodness! Then I'm not a good person?

This is fifty thousand dollars, and your annual income is only thirty thousand dollars!"

Fisk opened the envelope and let the green US dollar bills pass in front of Mrs. Peakes' eyes. The latter pondered for a moment, gritted her teeth and took the envelope. Fisk smiled and said, "This is a wise choice. Don't worry, if you follow our plan, I will give you another $100,000 after it is done.

Of course, you have to keep it a secret, otherwise you will never get the money!"

Mrs. Peakes got out of the SUV, clutching her bag tightly in her hand and walked away.

"Find someone to get the money back.

Only in this way will Ms. Pixar be desperate to help us. Only a rabbit that is cornered will bite. "Fisk lit a cigar, as if he could feel Lester's gaze, and said, "Please, you are not a saint, are you?"

“Boss, I just think this is a bit roundabout.

Why don't you just let me kill him? It only takes one bullet, and give me $20,000 out of the $150,000!"

Fisk rolled his eyes and said, "I'm short of that one bullet from you?

What I want to do is to establish my authority!"

Fisk put the cigar into Lester's mouth and said, "If you act like a saint again next time, I will consider whether I should take your life.

Oh, you know where the gap between us is?

That is, there is no softness in the heart. This is the fundamental reason why I will always be the boss and you will always be just a thug!"

Lester took a deep puff of his cigar and blew out a smoke ring, "Next, where should we go?

boss?"

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm waiting here for Erica to come!" As he said this, Fisk put down the chair, hugged his head and closed his eyes to rest.

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Mark Murdoch successfully found clues.

As a mutant with amazing five senses, he first relied on his identity as a lawyer to find the car, and then discovered fingerprints in the car that the police had not discovered.

However, he also discovered some details that Mrs. Peakes did not mention, that is, in addition to being suspected of drug trafficking and resisting arrest... Mr. Peakes also robbed vehicles and caused serious injuries while driving.

This made him suspicious. If he was really framed, why would he rob a car and escape?

Looks like it's time to meet this Mr. Pixar.

He called George, who agreed to help arrange for Mark Murdoch to meet Pixar, and he called his girlfriend Erica.

Erica was hidden by him.

Ever since Erica left the Hand, she has been hunted by the Hand's killers. Fortunately, the Hand doesn't know that Erica and Mark Murdoch are in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

Therefore, the Hand did not approach Mark Murdoch, and Mark Murdoch took advantage of this and successfully hid Erica in his home in New York.

As long as Erica doesn't show up in public, the probability of the Hand finding a traitor in the densely populated New York City is very low, especially since they are not yet the overlord of New York City and can only be regarded as an outside gang.

"Honey, I might have to go work a case! Do you want anything to eat? I can order takeout for you!"

"I want to go out to eat... the pizza place downstairs across the street looks pretty good."

Erica was standing upside down with one hand on the ground and talking to Mark Murdoch on the phone with the other hand.

She and Murdoch met during a fight. At that time, Daredevil had just made his debut and was no match for Erica.

Erica found this incident very interesting.

"Absolutely not!" Mark Murdoch immediately refused, not giving Erica any chance to continue to express her opinion. "Right now, the Hand is looking for you all over the street. You came out of it, so you should know how powerful the Hand is!"

"Don't worry, I can disguise myself!"

"No... If you want to eat, I can order you takeout. It's the same and safer. You won't be discovered by the killers who are looking for you... Erica, I don't want to lose you. Just listen to me, okay?"

Erica pouted her lips in boredom and agreed.

Murdoch gave several more instructions before finally hanging up the phone, his nagging tone sounding like an elderly lady.

Erica doesn't like a boring life. She used to think that she could stay at home to take care of her husband and children, but she found that she couldn't stay idle at all.

She doesn’t like being trapped in a small house... In fact, she has been secretly going out shopping every day these days.

She didn't think those idiots in the Hand could find her trace, because she was the most powerful killer in the Hand, and those idiots were all defeated by her.

Smelling the aroma coming from the pizza shop across the street, Erica pushed hard with one hand that was on the ground, and the whole person jumped up like a spring and landed steadily on the sofa.

"I want to eat...pizza!"

"Boss, someone's coming out!"

Fisk, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly heard Lester's voice. He sat up and looked at the figure coming out of the door of the law firm... a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties.

He was obese, with deep wrinkles on his face, his red hair casually draped on both sides of his face, and he was wearing extremely mediocre clothes. He was so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary.

But she came from Mark Murdoch's law firm, a law firm that has temporarily closed down...

Fisk identified his target with just one glance.

This woman should be Erica he is looking for.

"Disguise? Or... Ditto?"

Fisk had a strange smile on his face. Lester looked at the middle-aged woman who was not considered pretty in the distance, and then saw Fisk's expression, and he couldn't help but shiver with chills.

"Boss...you can even say this?"

"Stop talking nonsense, everything is going according to plan. Nothing is more effective than a hero saving a beautiful girl."

Fisk took the unfinished cigar from Lester's face and said, "The Hand is rich, but the assassins they employ are all poor. They can't afford to smoke high-end Cuban cigars that cost three hundred dollars a stick."

"Boss, I can't afford it either!"

Lester complained.

“So, you’re also a poor bastard, very similar to the Hand assassins, and even more so when you’re impersonating them!

Lester...No, I should call you Mr. Bullseye Killer!

Now, it's your turn, Mr. Killer!"

Chapter 60 is a separate chapter, please read it!

Hello, dear readers.

I am a little quilt.

When writing this novel.

The Little Quilt has actually already written an outline in advance that can be expanded to nearly 150 million words.

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Chapter 61 Team up with Daredevil's girlfriend! (Please read on)

The steaming hot pizza was taken out of the oven. The golden crust exuded an enticing aroma. The cheese melted in the heat and blended with fresh tomato sauce and a variety of meats, vegetables, etc. The colors were bright...but Fisk was frowning as he watched.

This poor kid, has he not had a full meal for more than ten years?

When eating pizza in a pizza shop, people usually order two or three slices at most. Even if one has a particularly big stomach, it is rare for people to eat more than three slices, especially when it is covered with thick cheese. Most people will feel sick after eating half a slice, let alone two. The other half is mostly packed up and taken away.

Although, there are sometimes exceptions.

But...isn't this Ms. Erica a big eater?

It looked like a pile of pizza boxes.

Fisk felt full just by looking at it.

Relying on Ms. Erica's appetite.

If lawyer Mark Murdoch only charged fifty dollars for each legal fee, he might not even be able to support her!

"Jingle Bell!"

A bell rang in the distance.

Lester walked into the pizza shop from outside.