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

Only then did I realize there were several more police cars in the parking lot.

She shrugged and put the Coke to her lips.

Just about to drink it.

Ena Maynard suddenly sat up straight and looked into the distance.

The police had already drawn their guns and were walking towards the depths of the campus with serious faces.

Although Ena Maynard didn't know what was going on, her intuition as a mercenary told her immediately that the arrival of these policemen must have something to do with her boss.

She quickly took out her cell phone to make a call.

But she found that in the distance, a small team of police officers, led by two security guards in black, were surrounding her.

Ena Maynard determined.

The arrival of these policemen must be related to the boss.

The police had already rushed to the door of the restaurant.

The dense gun muzzles were pointed at Fisk who was sitting opposite Gwen through the windows and doors.

“Don’t move!” George Stacy was walking in the front. He rushed behind Fisk, put his pistol against his back, and shouted to Gwen, “Get out of the way, Gwen!”

The other policemen began to quickly evacuate the crowd in the restaurant. The rich second generation were full of confusion, but most of them were relieved. This is the world view of young people. Whoever is closer to their goddess will be envied.

Gwen looked at everything in front of her at a loss.

The fried eggs and bacon in front of her had already gone into Fisk's stomach.

The fork was still held in the air and had not been retracted!

Fisk smiled kindly at her.

He wiped his mouth with the napkin on the table.

He said to Gwen, "Listen to your father, Gwen. Go hide aside for a while. It's all a misunderstanding. It will be fine in a while!"

Gwen didn't leave, but said to George Stacy, "Dad, what are you doing? Mr. Fisk was invited by Mom to help me with the parent-teacher conference. What do you mean by this?"

George Stacy was stunned.

He received a call from the dean.

Not long ago, the nosy lawyer Mark Murdoch told him that Fisk might not be dead. From the description of the dean of studies, he found that the person in his daughter's school was most likely the brutal thug.

Moreover, it seems that his daughter was kidnapped.

Without any hesitation, he immediately mobilized his subordinates.

And once he saw Fisk's appearance, he was immediately certain.

This man is the brutal thug.

Wilson Grant Fisk!

But now I heard what my daughter said.

Or did his wife invite him to attend the parent-teacher meeting for their daughter on her behalf?

Chief George's brain was a little confused.

But he quickly reacted and reached out to press Fisk's head, trying to pin him down on the dining table. The police officers behind him also rushed up with handcuffs and anklets.

"father!"

Director George ignored his daughter.

Instead he yelled.

"Wilson Grant Fisk, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."

Fisk suddenly stretched out his hand.

He took out a brand new ID card from his pocket.

Then he said calmly: "Sorry, I think you may have recognized the wrong person. My name is Saint Wilson Grant Fisk, not Wilson Grant Fisk!"

But still no one paid any attention to him.

The police rushed over and knocked the green card, which represented the dignity of the U.S. Immigration Service, to the ground. Then they rushed forward, tied up Fisk and marched him outside.

Gwen looked at everything in front of her with some horror.

But deep in his eyes there was an incomparable calmness.

She knew how powerful Fisk was. If he tried to fight back, all the police officers here, including her father, would die. She picked up the ID card on the ground, took a look at it, and then chased after him.

“Mr. Fisk, Dad, what are you doing?

Mr. Fisk is innocent!"

But still no one listened to her explanation.

Including her father.

Ena Maynard was also handcuffed.

He has now been put into the police car.

By the time Fisk reached the parking lot, more police officers had arrived.

Fisk gave Ena Maynard a reassuring look.

He had no intention of resisting and walked towards the police car.

But just a second before he got into the police car, a black Mercedes rushed in from outside.

The Mercedes was running rampant, and in order to get there faster, it even crashed into a number of expensive-looking sports cars. The police raised their weapons, but Medlen's fat face in the car window and the lawyer's license in his hand dissuaded them from shooting.

Medlen pulled up next to the police car.

He yelled and pushed the police away, then said to Chief George: "Damn it, this is still a free America. Why do you stupid policemen arrest my boss?" Medlen looked fatter than before, but the lawyer was no longer poor in his clothes. The only thing missing from his clothes was a gold chain around his neck. He said with saliva flying, "I want to see your arrest warrant. If it's not mine, you can expect to go bankrupt, you damn cops!"

Chief George looked at Fisk coldly, thinking that this was his last struggle, and reached out to take the freshly issued arrest warrant from the police officer next to him.

Because Fisk had been previously ruled dead, the warrant for his arrest was rescinded.

However, after knowing that he was not dead, Chief George applied for a new arrest warrant.

Madlen sneered.

His eyes quickly scanned the arrest warrant.

Then he pulled out a briefcase from the car and asked Fisk, "Mr. Fisk, have you told them who you are?"

"Of course, Attorney Medlen!" Fisk turned his head and saw Gwen next to him. "Gwen, could you please hand me my ID card?"

Gwen immediately broke free from the police.

The force was so great that the female police officer holding her frowned.

She ran over and held up her ID card. "Here, Mr. Fisk."

Madlen took the ID card gently without saying any dirty words, "Thank you, beautiful girl." Then he turned around and threw the ID card in George Stacy's face.

"Open your eyes and see clearly, it is Saint Wilson Grant Fisk, not Wilson Grant Fisk the wanted criminal.

Mr. St. Wilson Grant Fisk was a Canadian, the adopted son of Cardinal Adins, and one of the successors to the cardinalship of New York.

You have dual Canadian and American citizenship, have invested over $100 million in New York, and just received the title of Honorary Citizen of New York. How dare you treat a gentleman like this.

A Catholic believer.

An honorary citizen of New York.

I think the agenda initiated by the City Council last month to reduce spending on the New York Police Department was indeed correct. You have more power than Hoover.

Even if the President of the United States is here, you can arrest or release him as you please.

Where do you put the judicial power?

Is this your place of opinion?

Damn idiot, let my boss go.

Otherwise, you will be in trouble next month!" Madlen said as he took out the documents from the car and slapped them on the glass of his expensive Mercedes Benz as if to show off.

George Stacy looked at everything in front of him coldly.

He had read Mark Murdoch's evidence.

The logic is rigorous and there are no loopholes.

He was sure that this person was Fisk.

In that case, he was too lazy to listen to what the lawyer had to say.

Let’s catch them together first.

But at this moment, two or three more people walked out of the crowd.

They all had phones in their hands and looked like they were on the phone not long ago.

The police wanted to stop them, but when they heard the identities they reported, they did not dare to stop them.

Because two of these three people are members of the city council.

The other is the New York City Attorney General.

To some extent.

He was the one who issued the warrant for Fisk's arrest.

Three people came over.

They were not deaf, so they naturally knew what had happened from Medellen's shouting just now. More importantly, they also received a call from someone.

The New York City Attorney General was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, with somewhat gray hair. He had the same badge as Fisk on his chest, and his teenage daughter was standing in the crowd not far away, looking at this side eagerly.

Saw him coming.

Chief George frowned.

Before his backer, the mayor, fell.

He doesn't have to pay attention to anyone.