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

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Chatting and smoking at the same time.

Their casual movements showed that they were not prisoners.

"Hey! Come over here and help!"

Not far away, another sound was heard.

It was a voice that Madlen recognized.

It's Lester, Fisk's right-hand man.

His voice appeared.

Medellen then determined who had kidnapped him.

Looking at the oil barrels not far away.

Medellen had already thought of his final fate - being tied up and thrown into a barrel, then poured with cement and thrown into the sea, suffocating to death, and finally sleeping forever on the bottom of the sea.

Until one day in the future, when the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, maybe Medellen will be able to see the light of day again.

Medellen was unwilling to sit idly by.

He squirmed and crawled forward like a large earthworm.

Rely on the thrust of arching the body and then straightening it.

Little by little, crawling forward along the golden beach.

But, he was about to climb to the back of the sand dune and escape.

However, at this moment, a big bird inexplicably appeared in the sky.

It quickly grabbed Medlen's lower back, and the coldness continued to come from its sharp claws. The sharp claws even penetrated the clothes and pierced deep into Medlen's skin. Blood flowed out from the wound. Medlen was picked up from the ground alive, and fell on the golden beach again.

At this moment, those people who had left in the distance finally reappeared.

They carried a tall table and a bench that looked like it was meant for giants to sit on. On the table there were wooden boards for striking and sturdy-looking little hammers.

Medlen was very familiar with this set of tables and chairs.

Because, this set of tables and chairs.

Just the sort of thing a judge would use.

The judge's table and chairs were moved to the golden beach.

An SUV drove up in the distance.

The wheels sped across the beach, raising eye-catching golden dust.

The car stopped not far away.

Fisk got out of the car slowly.

He had a cigar between his lips and looked calm.

This was in stark contrast to Medellen, who was panic-stricken and trembling with fear.

He lowered his head and looked at Medlen with a bright smile on his face: "Lawyer Medlen, we meet again." Fisk noticed the wound on his body and his eyes flickered slightly. The vulture next to him said nonchalantly: "This guy tried to escape, but I caught him back."

Fisk said nothing more.

Just sat on the chair.

The judge's chair is large enough for an ordinary person to sink into.

But for Fisk.

But it still seemed a little small. He moved his body and then started to hit the mallet in a serious manner.

"quiet!

Fisk's courtroom begins from this moment. "Fisk knocked the gavel again and looked at Attorney Medlen below.

I am honored to serve as the presiding judge this time, and I welcome all the jurors."

Loud applause broke out.

Fisk waved his hand and the applause died down.

He looked at Madlen.

“Mr. Medlen, do you have anything else to say?

Uh, or is there anything else you want to defend yourself?

If you have anything else to say, you can say it.

I respect the will of every prisoner.

I am a democratic person!"

Medellen knew that he was doomed today.

He struggled to sit up.

A humming sound came from his mouth.

Fisk waved his hand and said to the people standing aside and watching the show: “No, you just watch?

Hurry up and help Lawyer Medlen take off the tape on his mouth.

You have to let him talk, I don’t have the final say here.”

There was laughter from the crowd, and a man came out pushing and shoving.

He helped Medellen remove the tape from his mouth.

However, he used so much force that Medlen couldn't help but scream. The hairs on his face were all pulled off by the tape, and his cheeks began to swell up redly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But Medellen couldn't care less.

He looked at Fisk, as if begging, "Mr. Fisk, I know I did something wrong, and I don't expect to be forgiven by you, but I ask you not to hurt my family."

As soon as Madlen finished speaking, Fisk knocked the gavel: "The proposal is invalid. Anything else to say?"

Fisk's words were decisive, firm and without any emotion.

Madellon looked ashen.

There is nothing to say when I see Madlen.

Fisk put down the hammer in his hand, put his hands together, and looked at Medlen.

“Lawyer Medlen, you’re going to die today.

But you can still do something for your family." Fisk's face was replaced with a cruel smile, and he pointed to the sacks next to him, "There are ten sacks over there, and two of them contain your wife and children. I can give you a chance to save them.

As long as you can pick out your wife and children within three chances, they will survive.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you must be selected.

With each selection, I opened the sack.

Let you see clearly who you chose?

If, after choosing three times, you have not been able to successfully find your wife and children.

Then they would be locked in oil cans, filled with thick cement, and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

And, if you make the right choice." Fisk said lightly: "Then I will let you go. Your family will survive!" Fisk looked at Medlen jokingly, "Of course, you have other choices.

For example, giving up one's family and choosing to exchange their lives for one's own.

This way you can still leave here safely.

how about it?

Am I being kind?" Fisk's smile was like that of a devil.

It's not just Madlen.

Even the people standing around looked terrified.

I became more determined not to become an enemy of Fisk.

They don't want to be like the unlucky Mr. Medlen on the ground.

Taking the lives of your loved ones as a bet.

Medellen chose to save his family without any hesitation.

His original intention of becoming a gangster lawyer was to support his family.

However, looking at the sacks piled together, there was no eye-catching marking at all.