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

Then he turned around suddenly and found that his children were not brought there.

Madlen had an expression of disbelief on his face.

He looked towards his wife.

Trying to suppress the panic and anxiety in my heart, I asked, "Where are all the children?"

He was eager to hear that the children were safe at this moment, but his wife said with a confused look on her face: "Didn't you ask me not to take care of the children?

She said that the children were safest at home and asked me to lock the doors and windows. "

Originally, Medlen had been suppressing the fear in his heart.

But now he couldn't bear it anymore.

"When did I call you?"

"What’s wrong with you?

Didn't you say everything is fine?" Madlen's wife also frowned, "Didn't you say it was all a misunderstanding?"

Medellen's lips trembled and turned a little pale, and he kept mumbling in a language his wife could not understand.

Finally, he said, "When did I call you?"

"Didn't you make that call?

Just after you called me for the first time, I went to the bathroom for no more than five minutes. Just when I was about to leave, you called me for the second time... Was it really not you who called me?" The wife responded.

Medellen had no time to answer questions.

He had already started the car and was driving towards home. At the same time, he reached into the glove box on the passenger side and pulled out a pistol that was taped to the corner.

Finally, he said to his wife, "When we get home, wait for me in the car. Keep the car running and park it on the side of the road. After I take the kids out, we'll go to the station right away!"

"What happened?"

"Stop asking so many questions. We have to leave New York as soon as possible."

Medlen's wife naturally knew that her husband was a gangster lawyer.

Therefore, his complexion turned ugly.

The car was driving very fast.

In less than twenty minutes, Medellen rushed back to the neighborhood where he lived.

After entering the block.

Medlen kept shaking his head from side to side, looking for possible surveillance.

Medellen had just moved into this upscale neighborhood not long ago.

The security conditions in this upscale community are many times better than the neighborhood where he lived before. There are police officers on duty on every road, and the police station is just a few steps away. It is very safe.

The reason he moved here was to provide his family with a good living environment.

For this, Medellen has to pay high rent every month.

Arrived near home quickly.

Medlen couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Why didn't he find any surveillance?

Am I being too suspicious?

But he did not let down his guard at all.

Because he knew that Fisk would never let him go.

A ruthless person like Fisk would never be so easy to talk to.

Medellen fell into deep regret.

He couldn't help but think back to the time when he had just become a gangster lawyer.

His mentor was also a gangster lawyer who had worked for many years.

At that time, he taught Medellin a lesson.

That is, once you embark on this path, never think about leaving it.

When you choose to step into the abyss.

You'd better be prepared to live and die with the abyss.

The old lawyer died of cancer a few years ago.

He has spent his entire life helping gangs fight lawsuits.

Although he was discriminated against by many people, he had enough food and clothing, and was protected and respected by the gang.

Medellen always kept this sentence in mind, but for some reason he chose to betray Fisk and his employer this time - he finally wanted to be a good guy, but he underestimated how terrifying Fisk was.

Medlen put the pistol in his pocket.

Then I swapped seats with my wife in the car.

Medlen stepped out of the passenger seat.

He had both his hands in his trouser pockets.

It looks a little weird.

However, he seemed not to feel it and walked into the house with his head lowered.

The door is locked.

He walked around the yard again.

Didn't find anything unusual.

Only then did Madlen breathe a sigh of relief.

Go up the stairs and into the cellar at the back of the house.

I fumbled for the switch on the wall and turned it. The pitch-dark basement suddenly became bright.

But at this moment, a strong arm suddenly reached out from behind, strangled his neck, and pulled his neck like pulling a bow, causing Medlen's fat body to bend into the shape of the moon.

Medlen struggled decisively.

The fat body rolled in the air like a hamster.

The pistol hidden in the pocket also fell to the ground due to the violent movement.

He felt that breathing was becoming increasingly difficult.

The face turned red and purple due to congestion and lack of oxygen.

It's like it has turned into a piece of cooked pork liver.

Medlen slowly lost consciousness, and his movements became lighter and lighter. The originally bright basement in front of him began to become dizzy and dark, until he finally lost all consciousness. The strong arm loosened and threw him to the ground.

"Bah, you fat pig." A cursing voice was heard, and Medlen felt himself being dragged slowly forward. The constant impact of his waist, back and the back of his head against the ground made Medlen gradually become more conscious.

But consciousness is still very vague.

After a while, he fell into coma again.

When Medellen woke up again.

He had reached the beach.

This is a little-known construction beach on the Manhattan Peninsula.

A foreign developer has contracted this place and plans to develop this beach into a tourist attraction.

Therefore, this stretch of beach was temporarily surrounded by barbed wire.

No entry for unauthorized persons.

When Madlen came here.

The sun in the sky is very scorching.

The whole person was dragged across the golden beach.

The sun shone on him and on the beach pool.

The golden sand was a little hot from the sun.

But Medellen didn't feel the slightest warmth.

I just felt endless coldness passing through my whole body.

He wanted to struggle.

But only then did he realize that his hands and feet were tied up like a mummy.

The mouth was also taped.

However, the eyes were spared.

Allowing him to see his surroundings clearly.

Directly ahead, there are several oil drums.

They are the large oil barrels used to store commercial petroleum, each one is two or three meters high.

There were still black oil stains on the outside of the oil barrel that had not been cleaned up.

A faint stench continued to waft.

He was dumped on the beach.

And it wasn't just him, there were also eight or nine sacks piled on the beach next to him.

Most of the sacks were struggling constantly.

Judging from its twisting shape, the people inside should be alive.

Medlen continued to shake his body and looked into the distance.

A dozen men in long trench coats.

They gathered together and chatted on the beach not far away.