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

"how are things?"

"Not so good. I finally robbed 100 million, but before I could even warm up the money, the damn Irishman made three holes in my head!" Fisk pointed to the wound on his forehead that was wrapped in gauze, "I was almost dead."

Sister Maria's expression changed slightly, but she did not blame him for coming here. Instead, she was concerned, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, Sister!" Fisk waved his hand nonchalantly. "A beautiful female doctor saved me. She successfully prevented me from becoming a damn vegetable. To repay her kindness, I gave her most of my gains this time to help her solve the difficulties she is facing."

Fisk untied another travel bag on his body and said, "There's only this small bag left."

"I'm glad you're okay. I'll repay your kindness. It's not in vain that I taught you... Do you need me to help you arrange a boat ticket out of New York?

Go to Mexico and get out of the spotlight. I have some friends there who will help you."

Fisk laughed out loud, "I really did come to the right place today, Sister Maria. If there is anyone in this world who cares about me, I think there is no one else in this world except you... I don't want to leave here. This is my home, where I grew up.

I have solved my identity problem, and in any official record I will be a dead person.

Now, I want revenge on the Irish. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be walking around with a hole in my head." Fisk opened the travel bag, which contained a wooden box and some scattered gold and jewelry.

The nun just glanced at it and looked away. "Do you want me to help you change these into US dollars?"

“Yes and no… Consider these gold jewellery as my donation to the orphanage.

Hell's Kitchen was packed.

Sister, I know you don't care about money. All the money you earn goes to hospitals and orphanages.

However, the children under your command spend money like water. They have no household registration and no medical insurance, which means they often do not live past the age of fifteen.

This money is enough to support your urgent needs, and you don't have to cooperate with the Italians anymore." Fisk took out the wooden box and put it on the table, "Sister, I want to borrow the girls under your command.

To take revenge on the Irish, I need a trusted helper!"

“Sorry, little Fisk! I don’t think you need to open this box.

Their main job is to protect the neighborhood, not to fight others.

Although, they all have incurable diseases. But if they take medicine normally, they can live to 70 or 80 years old. I have to be responsible for their lives. This is also my promise to them when they joined Bloodthirsty Mary! "

Fisk didn't say anything, but just opened the box in his hand.

Inside the box was a Bible inlaid with gold and sapphires.

It is a decorative item that is both expensive and gorgeous just by looking at it.

Fisk went to check it out specifically.

However, no relevant information was found, only the signature of a pope was found on the last page.

However, the writing on it has become blurred due to oxidation and poor preservation.

But the words "Dionysius" can still be clearly distinguished.

This was obviously a gift from a pope to someone.

I just don't know why it appears in someone's safe.

There must be many stories behind this.

But now, the thing belongs to Fisk.

At that time, Jin took it out from the bank safe.

There was no time to open the box and check it in detail. I just saw that the box was sealed tightly and threw it into the bag.

Later, although the Irish saw the Bible, they only regarded it as a valuable cultural relic and prepared to exchange it for money.

After all, this thing cannot be seen in the light.

Anyone who can collect such things must be in a high position or very wealthy. Giving it away would be courting death.

Therefore, if this thing had not fallen into Fisk's hands, the most likely possibility was that it would have been dismantled, the gold melted into gold bars, and the gems taken out and sold separately.

However, those books with blurred handwriting but very high historical value are likely to be thrown into a fire barrel under a bridge and become fuel for homeless people to keep warm.

Sister Maria's eyes were fixed on the golden pages of the book.

She reached out to touch it.

But he drew back his hands, as if his palms were full of stains and he was unwilling to touch such a holy thing.

She was stunned for a moment and said, “Dionysius was the Archbishop of Rome in ancient Christianity.

Later, he was recognized by the Catholic Church as the contemporary pope, and he reigned from 259 to 268. He was a reformer, and although there are not many historical records about him, he was one of the few popes who truly rectified the Roman Church at that time.

There was a constant clashing of ideas, and more faiths than prostitutes on Fifth Avenue.

He was a mediocre bishop who had made no achievements, but he stabilized the Roman Church and established contact with Egyptian Christianity, laying the foundation for later events. Sister Maria spoke clearly and eloquently, and it was obvious that she knew the history of the Holy See very well. "I have accepted this book, and you know them all. As long as they are willing to go with you, I will not stop them.

But I hope they come back the same way they left.

And... come back intact."

Fisk nodded seriously, "Sister Maria, I guarantee with my character that I will not let them lose their lives for no reason.

But I must also make it clear in advance that the Irish are not so easy to mess with.

These guys once suffocated the Russians.

It may not sound like much, but I think at least the Italians can’t do it.”

Sister Maria closed the box and put it into a safe not far away as if it were a treasure.

After hearing Fisk's words, she suddenly laughed softly, "Little Fisk, the reason why the Irish were so powerful before was because they were united enough.

But now, they are just a bunch of scattered sand!"

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"I'm so sorry, Corianda... This hospital is beyond saving. Now, the best option is to file for bankruptcy!"

The shareholder, who was over sixty years old, wore an exquisite suit. His gray hair was neatly groomed, and the gold watch on his wrist showed that he was not short of money.

Although this old guy watched Mrs. Stacy grow up, unfortunately, if Mrs. Stacy wants to get more investment from him, she still needs to pay something else.

This is also what Mrs. Stacy despises most about these damn white gentlemen.

"Take the check and you can leave. From today on, there will be no such thing as a board of directors in this hospital." Mrs. Stacy coldly took the signed share certificate and handed it to the lawyer beside her.

The latter took a photo and put it in a sealed bag.

These equity certificates will be sent to the U.S. Internal Revenue Service for record keeping.

Changes in equity in large hospitals are not just private actions.

The old man's eyes swept across the thick equity books piled up next to him, and his expression became a little ugly: "You took back all the shares?

Where did you get so much money?"

Mrs. Stacy snorted coldly and took out a sealed Powerball lottery ticket with a half-smile on her face: “Sorry, I was in a bad mood so I went to Hawaii for vacation. Who knew that a lottery ticket I bought casually would make me win $1200 million.

Maybe God really protected me, or maybe this hospital was really destined to die. "Mrs. Stacy waved the lottery ticket in her hand, and the lottery ticket kept making crackling sounds as her fingers shook: "You can leave here, Mr. Former Director!"

The old man snorted coldly.

Stand up, turn around and leave.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Stacy. Congratulations on taking back all the shares of this hospital. I believe that without the constraints of these boards of directors, this hospital will be revived."

"Thank you, Attorney Murdoch!" Mrs. Stacy put the lottery ticket into the cabinet under the table, "The next thing is to trouble you to send the copies of these share certificates to the IRS!"

"This is what I should do, Mrs. Stacy!" The lawyer wearing sunglasses stretched out his hand and accurately grasped the share certificate on the table. From his coherent movements, it was impossible to tell that he was actually a blind man.

However, after holding the share certificate, he suddenly stopped and asked in a slightly strange tone: "Mrs. Stacy, I have a question. I wonder if you can help me answer it?"

"Lawyer Murdoch, please be at your ease."

"The date of your Powerball lottery ticket is half a month ago, which does not match the fact that you said you won the lottery in Hawaii last week."

"Really?" Mrs. Stacy's eyes fixed, but her tone was still very calm, "Lawyer Murdoch, I don't have a very good memory. Maybe it's because of long-term fatigue that has caused some problems with my memory... Sorry, Lawyer Murdoch, I feel a little uncomfortable and my head is a little heavy.

If possible, can you let me rest alone for a while?"

"Of course there is no problem. This is your right." Murdoch held the share certificate on the table, turned around and walked towards the door. After taking a few steps, he suddenly kicked backwards. The crutch that was originally leaning against the table bounced and fell into his hand.

"Mrs. Stacy, after these things are entered into the archives, I will send you the numbered book. Thank you for your employment. I would like to thank you on behalf of the orphans of Hell's Kitchen!" Murdoch said as he walked to the door. By the time he finished speaking, the door had been closed.

Mrs. Stacy took out the lottery ticket from the table again.

After taking a look at the stamp information of the redeemed prize.

A gentle smile appeared on her face.

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"Is this the hospital?"

Lester stood at the door of the hospital, glanced at the wealthy area opposite, then looked again at the hospital where almost no one came. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

It's a pity that he is alone at this moment.

His police friend went home to be with his daughter.

He put out the cigarette in his hand and prepared to go in and take a look.

There was no security guard at the main entrance of the hospital. Only at the triage desk, two nurses who looked like black bears were chatting and slacking off.

They looked up at Lester who walked in from the main entrance, then continued to discuss the TV series they watched last night, with no desire to pay any attention to him.

Lester walked around the lobby on the fourth floor and determined which floor the archives room was located on.

Get on the elevator.

By chance, he met Murdoch coming down from the elevator.

The moment the elevator door opened, both of them were stunned.

Murdoch frowned and hugged the documents in his arms tightly.

Lester took a step back expressionlessly.

A passage was opened.

The two people passed each other.

There didn't seem to be anything unusual, just like two ordinary strangers.

But in fact, all the attention of the two people was on each other, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment.