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

If he says he doesn't believe it, I'll cut his throat."

"What if he says he believes it?"

One of the prisoners raised a question.

"Then I'll slit his throat, too."

Lester didn't hesitate at all.

The prison guards looked around.

To find the prisoner who made the noise.

But they were careless for a moment and didn't even notice from whose mouth the sound came.

Lester fixed his eyes on a man and pointed his hand at the prison guards. Several prison guards immediately walked over, grabbed the man's neck with batons, and grabbed his arms and thighs and carried him out.

This guy has ferocious muscles all over his body.

Although he cannot be compared with Fisk, his exposed skin is covered with dazzling tattoos. A strong gangster temperament lingers on his body, and it is clear that he is not easy to mess with.

Lester retracted his gaze and said, "The reason why his throat was cut was because how could the killer reveal his identity? Hahahaha!"

Lester burst into laughter, but no one laughed with him. Everyone looked at him with strange, confused, or indignant expressions.

Stop smiling.

Lester raised the little book in his hand, like a first-grade student showing off his award certificate, his tone was grim but extremely excited, "I told my boss that the best murderers, maniacs, robbers, desperadoes, and lunatics in New York are all in this prison.

But he didn’t believe it.”

"Then you should slit his throat, too."

He was another troublemaker who couldn't control himself, and he was taken out by the prison guards without exception.

Lester smiled and shook his head, "I tried, but unfortunately I failed.

But that's not the point. "Lester took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it in front of everyone, "The point is, I don't want to lose face in front of him!"

"Now, who wants to join me?

Join Sanfiske Financial Investment Co., Ltd.?

As long as you pass the interview, you can leave here.

Like me, I have a stable job.

And you can live freely when you are not working.

You can go to the bar and drink beer.

After drinking too much, you can smash the empty beer glass on the head of the bartender or some idiot next to you, and then reach out your palm to grab the butt of the bunny girl who walks by you, just like an ordinary person, enjoying a free life... Of course, this is only limited to when you are not working. "

All the prisoners were stunned.

They looked at the faces of the prison guards around them.

But he found that the prison guards had no expression on their faces, as if they had not heard Lester's words.

"It's a rare opportunity, don't miss it!"

Lester walked down from the table and sat down. He took out a pen from his chest pocket, took out his glasses case, put on his golden frameless glasses, and smiled like an insurance salesman. He looked at the eyes that were cast towards him and said, "Now, does anyone want to take part in the interview?"

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“This number is really too much!

I can’t explain why so many people are missing from the prison all of a sudden.”

Fisk didn't say anything. He just pointed his finger at the small notebook filled with names in front of him and said, "Dr. Kraft, do you really want to spend your whole life in this prison?

Come on, it's a chore isn't it?

There is no hope of promotion, and you won't be respected. To put it nicely, you are called the warden, but to put it bluntly, you are just a prison boss who watches over the prisoners.

Most of the people on this list are death row inmates, and a small number of them have sentences of more than 200 years. In my opinion, they are completely wasting prison funds and New York City taxpayers' money... Besides, I am willing to pay you $20,000 for each prisoner."

Dr. Kraft's heart moved.

There are more than two hundred people recorded in this notebook.

They are all from New York and its surrounding areas. The "talents" accumulated over the past decade account for one-tenth of the entire prison.

If I help Fisk get them all out... I can earn at least two million dollars.

Although part of it would be distributed to the prison guards to keep their mouths shut, the remaining money would be enough to complete more than half of his retirement plan.

Moreover, Fisk also said that he would give him two more pieces of gold...If the gold was counted, then he could retire directly.

Gritting his teeth.

Dr. Kraft cursed in his heart, "Go to federal prison!"

However, he still asked an extra question.

"What do you need so many prisoners for?"

"Hehehe, I recently opened a slaughterhouse that specializes in killing Japanese pigs."

“Japanese pig?

Is it tasty?"

“It’s not delicious, it tastes fishy and smelly.

However, it is not for human consumption, but for making fish feed!

And since the slaughterhouse has just opened, I need some employees who have seen blood!"

“Heh…I don’t believe your nonsense.

But I promise to help you!

For the sake of dollars and gold!"

Chapter 65 Welcome to Hell.

In the evening, the bus drove into the prison.

One by one, prisoners entered the bus wearing handcuffs and ankle chains. They breathed in the air greedily, imagining that they would be free soon.

Many of them have already made up their minds that once they can break free from the handcuffs and shackles, they will run away without looking back. As for working for that damn St. Fisk Financial Investment Company... don't joke about it.

"Boss, these are the people I selected. They can all be used." Lester held a list. There were only a dozen people on the list, accounting for only one twentieth of the total number of more than two hundred people.

"What's left?"

"The rest are all crazy." Lester said without any hesitation: "Although I don't know all of them.

But I can say for sure that moral laws and bottom lines are basically non-existent to them!"

"It's okay!" Fisk looked at the list in his hand and said nonchalantly, "I'll let them know that being obedient is their only chance to survive."

Lester seemed to have guessed something.

"Boss, what do you want?"

"Yes!" Fisk nodded without any hesitation, "I have notified others to bring ammunition over!" Fisk pointed to the buses in front of him that were full or not full, "New York hasn't carried out a death penalty for a long time. Some death row inmates should have been shot or electrocuted four or five years ago." Fisk sneered as he spoke, "As for those bastards who will be in prison for hundreds or thousands of years... they'd better be obedient, otherwise, their bodies will rot and stink in another world.

After all, I bought their lives!" Fisk patted Lester on the shoulder, "We want desperadoes, killers, and lunatics.

Because our enemies are crazy, do you understand?

My stupid subordinates.

You need to be crazier than them to beat them."

Lester pursed his lips, his expression a little serious: "I understand, boss."

“It’s good that you understand.

Tell them to speed up, I don't have time to waste with them dragging their feet!"

Half an hour later.

Five buses drove out of the prison one after another.

The sky just fell into complete darkness.

There was no color or light in the sky. The night in New York was a sleepless night, which made many prisoners who had been in prison for almost ten years burst into hope. They thought they would never be able to get out of prison in their lifetime.

I never thought that there would be a day when I could see such a gorgeous city.

The prison guards were also in the car.

Fisk temporarily borrowed forty prison guards from Dr. Kraft, and these prison guards would not leave until they were delivered to the destination.

The place they were heading to was a freight warehouse on the Manhattan Peninsula.

That's Italian territory.

And there, there is a huge freight elevator that can carry two hundred tons of cargo!

Although he needs subordinates with fighting ability.

But, what he needs is an obedient madman.

Instead of an idiot who doesn’t listen or doesn’t understand what people say!

Vulture, Melanie, Ena Maynard and seven or eight bloodthirsty Sisters Maria who were not seriously injured in the previous raid arrived at the scene early.

At their feet, there were piles of black cloth packages.

Weapons and ammunition were stored inside.

Some of them were previously owned by Russians, but more were just bought by Fisker.

Fisk got out of the car and thanked Monica on the other end of the phone.

Monica returned to Italy to report on her work.

Although she had the support of the old godfather, she also had to get the support of the majority of the family. Otherwise, once the old godfather died, Monica's identity as the leader of the New York Italian Mafia would change in an instant.

"Do you need my help?

I can get all the Italian Mafia members in New York to work with you."