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

"Yes, yes, I don't know who seduced me just now."

"If you say that again, I won't talk to you anymore."

"Then I won't say anything."

The two lingered for a while.

Fisk suddenly said, "There is actually no big hatred between Chief George and me. The fundamental reason why he keeps holding on to me is because of that lawyer named Mark Murdoch."

Fisk reveals the identity of Mark Murdoch.

Mrs. Stacy was stunned at first, and then asked with some confusion: "How do you know he is Daredevil?"

"I asked Lester to follow him. In fact, I didn't expect that he was Daredevil. When I heard the news, I was also very surprised... Daredevil called himself a righteous vigilante. In the past, when the whole Hell's Kitchen was full of drug dealers, he didn't care. Now I want to do legitimate business. Not only do I not sell drugs, I even closed the red light district and do legitimate business, but he still keeps catching me.

And he always whispers in Chief George's ear!

I don't even know how I offended him." Fisk felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke. In fact, this was indeed the case. When Hell's Kitchen was full of drug dealers and murderers, this Daredevil was not very active. Now that Fisk wanted to unify Hell's Kitchen, he became more active.

Mrs. Stacy was also moved by Fisk's emotions. "I knew that this lawyer Mark Murdoch was not a good person. Didn't you give me that lottery ticket before?

Later, the IRS inexplicably sent someone to check. Fortunately, I actually went to Hawaii and left a record of buying lottery tickets there, so that the lottery store employees would remember me. Otherwise, I would have been caught.”

"This guy just likes to meddle in other people's business. If Chief George continues to hang out with him, he will die at his hands sooner or later."

"Then what do you say we should do?" Mrs. Stacy glanced at her husband who was sleeping beside her. Although she no longer loved her husband, she didn't want Gwen to lose her father at such a young age.

"I have developed a perfect plan!" Fisk said, "This plan can completely get rid of Mark Murdoch, the meddling idiot!

But I need your help!"

"What's the deal?"

Fisk picked up the tape recorder.

"Use this recorder to record a statement for me.

Then when it comes to court they say it's fake.

May I? "

"Of course, since you just worked so hard, I'll help you!"

Chapter 87: Victory in sight?

George woke up.

He woke up at five in the morning.

Just waking up.

He smelled the pungent smell of alcohol.

The whole person felt like he had fallen into a wine barrel.

His head hurts.

The body is sticky.

He struggled to sit up.

But he found himself covered in vomit.

His wife was lying on top of him with her legs spread out.

There was also a bottle of vodka on hand.

The wine in the bottle was not finished and all of it was spilled on the bed.

George Stacy looked at everything in front of him in confusion.

The strong smell of alcohol covered up some of the extra smells in the room.

George Stacy looked at the empty beer bottle in his hand.

Suddenly, it seemed as if I remembered something.

He searched his body.

The recorder was soon found.

He glanced at his unconscious wife.

George Stacy struggled with his numb body, held his head, and walked out of the room.

How much alcohol did I drink?

When passing by my daughter's room.

George Stacy hesitated.

But he still pushed the door and walked in.

I saw my daughter lying on the bed, safe and sound, and fell into a deep sleep.

Only then did he retreat with peace of mind.

The road from the dining room to the living room was littered with wine bottles.

Beer, vodka, tequila, red wine...

How much alcohol have you drunk?

George Stacy was still feeling a little dizzy.

It seemed as if he had not yet woken up from the severe dizziness.

He went into his study.

Closed the door.

Finally pressed the play button on the recorder...

After a long time, he turned off the recorder.

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

“Beep-beep-beep-beep…”

After a period of waiting.

George Stacy was even getting a little impatient.

The call was finally picked up on the other end.

Came Mark Murdoch's tired voice.

"Hey?"

"It's done!"

"Is everything recorded?"

"Correct."

"Okay, now everything is ready. This time, we can wipe out a huge underground drug trafficking network in New York in one go."

"Murdoch...Why do I always feel that everything is going too smoothly?" Deep down in George's heart, he didn't know why, but he always had a feeling of unreality.

"what happened to you?"

"I was drunk last night...I don't remember asking him."

“Is your voice on the recording?”

"Have."

"That's enough. We need to ensure the integrity of the tape. As long as the tape is intact and there is no splicing, once it passes the data detection, the recording can be used as evidence."

"I know this..."

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Erica had another sleepless night.

In fact, her years of experience as a killer made it impossible for her to sleep for a long time. This is a necessary trait for an excellent killer, but it is also a torture. Erica really wants to sleep like an ordinary person, sleep until dawn, and have a good dream, or a terrifying nightmare.

before.

Because Erica sleeps too little every day, she has never had any dreams, or she has no memory of dreaming.

However, she has been dreaming these past few days.

Have an erotic dream.

Mark Murdoch is a strong man.

His strength and stamina were more than enough to satisfy Erica.

However, the object of Erica's dreams was the man with a strong body, like a little giant.

She liked being held tightly by those broad hands.

I prefer lying on that hard chest and feeling the pounding heartbeat.

It’s a pity...the last time was too short.

Erica regretted it more than once.

Why did I stop Fisk so quickly last time?

If only... the last time had lasted a little longer.

Erica lazily opened the door.

I just happened to see Mark Murdoch making a phone call outside.

Poor Mark Murdoch.

Haven't had time to get married yet.

I have become a victim of sleeping on the sofa.

Erica pretended not to see him, took out the beer, and drank it. Feeling the cold beer slowly flowing down her throat into her stomach, Erica burped and turned around to go back to sleep.

Although, there is a high possibility that I still won’t be able to sleep.