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

"Hello?

Um, are you still there?"

Fisk kept shooting in all directions.

But I couldn't see anything.

He was the only one in the room.

"Defeat the Irish Alliance and gain a foothold in New York, and you will receive a reward from the power of the dimension... The time limit is one month. If the Irish still have any base in New York after one month, you will die!"

“Are you kidding me?

The Irish have been in New York for over one hundred and fifty years!

They committed murder and arson, sold drugs and alcohol, and accumulated a deep foundation.

But with the arrest of the previous godfather, the internal struggle among the Irish became particularly serious.

The huge gang empire was divided into dozens of families and dozens of small gangs in just over a decade.

But they are still the most powerful underworld force in New York.

Even the Italian mafia and the Russians were suppressed by the Irish.

You can only hide in your own territory!

You had me driving out all the Irish in a month's time.

You might as well give me a bottle of pesticide to drink."

Fisk's tone was a little sharp, and it was no wonder that he lost his composure.

There are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, Irish strongholds in New York.

This is not an exaggerated number, but a real number.

The Irish have been deeply rooted in New York for so many years.

As far as Kingpin knows, there are more than two hundred bars, nightclubs, restaurants, clothing stores controlled by the Irish. Some of the clothing stores on the road that are specially customized for high-end people are actually controlled by Irish gangs.

Although, you won't find any Irish thugs with tattoos and cigarettes in there.

But they are indeed an Irish industry.

But all those gangsters were wearing suits.

What he held in his hand was not a cheap paper cigarette, but a valuable cigar.

“You think too highly of me… The last mission was just to help a lady on the verge of bankruptcy.

The difficulty difference of this task is too big! "

Lying in bed.

Feeling the pain coming from the wounds on my body all the time.

Fisk pulled the quilt over him.

"Fuck you, we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

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"He was the first to die."

Standing in the room, Lester looked at the only traces of chalk left on the ground. He gestured with his palm on the door frame beside him, and held the autopsy report in the other hand.

“This guy’s neck was broken!

The others had either minor injuries or trauma, but he was the only one whose neck was broken, which means he had direct contact with the murderer, almost face to face, and was the first to discover the murderer's arrival. "

Lester walked into the house, "The murderer came into the house...looking for something, and then there was a noise outside, and the murderer picked up this guy's weapon and had a gunfight with the people outside...the gun jammed?"

"We found the fingerprints of the so-called first victim on the gun. This should be his gun, but there are some traces of other people using it, but no complete fingerprints were found.

In addition, the gun was jammed. The magazine had only been used for fourteen rounds before it jammed.

The mechanism and spring are twisted together, and it seems that it has not been maintained for a long time." The policeman leaned against the door frame with a bulging belly.

Lester nodded.

I walked out of the room and took a look at the bullet marks on the walls and ceiling.

He was suddenly startled.

Pointing to the stairs not far away.

There were no craters there.

He held up his palm and pretended that he was holding a rifle.

He started firing in the direction ahead.

After a moment he frowned.

"There was a third person at the scene, and the murderer deliberately pointed the gun away from this direction when he fired, which means there was someone in this direction he didn't want to hurt."

“So what if there’s a third person at the scene?

This place is in such a mess, with all kinds of gangs, illegal immigrants, fugitives of color, and a few days ago, there was a cargo ship at the port, and several Russian death row prisoners were found, three of whom have not been caught yet. "

Lester didn't say anything, and continued to flip through the autopsy report in his hand. "Are these people the robbers of the Manhattan bank robbery not long ago?"

“Not all of them, but the main criminals should be here, and there are also some gang members who should have been called over to celebrate.

These guys are like this, they have never been to school for a few days, and have never been in the army.

After doing something as big as this, you should have gone out to avoid the limelight, but you dared to stay in New York."

"Doesn't this just prove that New York has poor public security?"

"Hit someone without hitting someone in the face!"

"Hahahaha, are they all dead?"

"All of them are dead. Not one is left. All fourteen are dead."

The policeman was stunned for a moment, "But there is one who is not dead."

"Oh?"

"There is a vegetative patient. When he was escaping from our pursuit, he was attacked by gangsters and shot in the head three times. His brain was shattered and he became a vegetative state... However, someone seemed to say he was missing this afternoon."

"Which hospital?"

"Um...what's it called...it's right next to the wealthy area in Brooklyn. I really don't remember what it's called."

"I know!" Lester looked down at the autopsy report in his hand... From the contents of the autopsy report, it can be seen that this guy is a strong man.

Thinking of this, he looked at his wrist, the bruise there had not yet healed.

shook his head.

He continued to flip through the report in his hand, and suddenly he was stunned because he saw a familiar travel bag.

Flipping the pages quickly, he saw the complete appearance of the travel bag in a photo.

"What's in this travel bag?"

"Stolen goods. US dollar securities, gold jewelry, and gold bars... Lots and lots of gold bars, so heavy!"

"Where are these travel bags?"

"What are you going to do? I advise you not to do this.

Those things are all registered, and if they are lost again, no one will dare to take them.”

Lester said nothing, just stared at the travel bag in the photo.

"Hahahaha, what a coincidence!"

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"Da da da!"

The crisp knock on the door suddenly woke Fisk, who was half asleep.

He remembered that this was not his own small piece of land in the security room.

Although the bed in the security room is not as soft as the one I am lying on now.

But, it was obvious that he felt more at ease sleeping on the bed in the security room.

Jumped off the bed.

The peephole on the door was covered with chewing gum. I couldn't see anything through the peephole, it was just pitch black.

Didn't open the door rashly.

"who?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Anno?

There is a copy for your express delivery! "

The voice is smoky, magnetic, and neutral, with a tongue-tickling sound when he speaks.

The moment I heard the sound.

Fisk couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"What did you say?"

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Anno?

I'm Dasya Fedorovitch from the Roman Rozhev Express Company.

There’s a delivery for you!”

The voice outside the door patiently explained: "This express is delivered to your door, I have to see you in person before I can give it to you.

In fact, this is not the first time I have done it, it’s just that you have not been at home during this period.

I ask your neighbors to call me if you hear any noise here.

Now, I wonder if you could open the door and sign for this express delivery."

"express delivery?"