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It also gives Fisk a feeling of a gentlemanly villain.

However, this only applies when you are wearing clothes.

If he took off his clothes, the muscles that were solidified on his body like armor would immediately turn Fisk into a savage beast!

It’s a pity that the only one who has witnessed Fisk’s true strength is Erica, who is still unable to get out of bed.

The top female assassin of the Hand.

I never thought that one day I would be completely at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength.

Fisk straightened his collar and tied his tie, but he couldn't put on his watch.

My wrists have become thicker, so the pure gold strap can no longer restrain me.

My leather shoes don't fit anymore.

Fortunately, he bought sneakers before.

It comes in handy now.

"Is the fire out?"

"It was put out. It was all on the land we had acquired. There were no casualties."

Fisk nodded thoughtfully, "Where is Mark Murdoch's body?"

"It's ready... Boss, are you going to use the meat grinder?"

"Well!"

Fisk narrowed his eyes. He was worried that Mark Murdoch would be resurrected.

But now, his soul has been eaten by himself.

Where is the possibility of resurrection?

In this case, why not keep it as experimental material?

“It’s collected!

By the way, a woman came to save Mark Murdoch last night!" Fisk told her about the clothes the woman wore and the fact that she used illusions to fight, and picked up the breathing aid that was still stained with blood from the table. "Do you know her? Or do you know this equipment?"

Lester shook his head while holding the breathing aid, then walked to the window and blew outside through his mask. A black shadow swooped down from the sky and then hovered outside the window. The vulture stood on the edge of the wall, clinging to the window.

"boss!"

Vulture stared at the respirator in Lester's hand and immediately narrowed his eyes.

Fisk looked at him.

The mosquito-like buzzing sound appeared in my ears again.

Fisk read the Vulture's emotions, "He knows this thing, but he's hesitant to say it... Is he afraid? Is he afraid of me? He's afraid that I killed... someone."

"Vulture!"

"Boss, I'm here."

"If you don't want to talk, then don't talk." Fisk's words didn't mean to blame him, but it made Vulture tremble uncontrollably. "Sorry, boss, I do know this respirator. It's the equipment of the Crowe Group. It was specially customized by a woman who saved me before!

This assisted breathing device contains a magical plant from the African grasslands that can forcibly stimulate human potential.

Even if you are seriously injured, just wear a respirator.

It can briefly stimulate potential and unleash all the strength before injury.

Of course, this may cause the body to become weak afterwards.

If it is a seriously injured and dying person, then there is a high possibility that he will die immediately!"

"The Crow Group?"

"He's an African arms dealer." Lester said, "He's an arms dealer with no bottom line. He has a large number of desperate criminals under his command. The unrest and rebellion in most African countries are related to this group of desperate criminals!" He looked at Vulture and said, "Why didn't you tell me before that you knew this bastard?"

"Everyone has their own secrets." Fisk patted Lester on the shoulder and threw the respirator from his hand to Vulture, "Find the trace of this woman and tell me where she is. I don't care what secrets you had before, but don't forget who you are working for now!"

The vulture clutched the respirator.

After a brief silence, he hid the auxiliary breathing device deep in the feathers: "Understood, Boss!"

The vulture soars into the sky!

Fisk stretched.

He was certain that Mark Murdoch was dead.

But strangely, this time the reward has not arrived yet.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

Because he has gained enough benefits from Mark Murdoch.

Not only that, he took possession of his girlfriend.

He also gained the enhancement of his physical strength through his soul.

But the process is really too painful.

That feeling is no less than being skinned, pulled out, or cut into pieces.

As expected, green things should not be eaten randomly.

Although, it can bring him benefits.

Mark Murdoch's soul was the first soul consumed by Fisk.

It's not that he has some physical mysophobia and thinks eating souls is the same as eating people.

But it’s his eyes or he himself is completely uninterested in the souls of ordinary people!

Only the souls of the strong are worthy of being eaten by him.

Solved Mark Murdoch.

The Bigfoot Gang was dealt with.

After solving the two major problems, Fisk will now slowly explore the doomsday world.

At the same time, it’s time to start building your power in the Marvel world.

Fisk looked out the window at Hell's Kitchen, which was still emitting a faint black smoke.

Ambition seems to be brewing in my heart.

For a moment he felt so heroic that he seemed to want to sing a song.

"Gululu!"

He is hungry!

"Lester, I'll treat you to a meal to celebrate our victory over a tough enemy."

"Boss, if you're going to treat me to pizza, Coke, and a burger, I think I have something else to do."

"Just because you shot Mark Murdoch through the heart, I can't treat you to junk food today. How do you like Italian food? I want to try the lobster risotto."

Lester rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "You know that's junk food, too." Then he raised his head abruptly, "Lobster risotto? I do know a good Italian restaurant, but they may not have lobster risotto alone, only seafood risotto, which also has lobster. Or you can order a single Australian lobster and eat the meat."

"That's fine!" Fister felt even hungrier, or he could eat ten Australian dragons and a cow. As he walked out, he seemed to remember something and asked Lester, "Is there no news about Ena Maynard? She has been back to Europe for a week. Not to mention going back to get her things, she has plenty of time to go back and inherit her inheritance."

Lester was stunned, shook his head at first, and then seemed to remember something.

He reached out and picked up the newspaper from the table next to him and handed it to Fisk, "Boss, take a look at this."

Fisk picked up the newspaper.

The newspaper wrote that an explosion at a chemical plant in Yugoslavia killed more than 200 people, including Yugoslav military and police. According to people familiar with the matter, the suspects were a man and a woman. The man had red hair and was suspected to be a Slav. They caused an explosion inside the chemical plant, setting the entire plant on fire.

Fisk put down the newspaper and muttered, "I approved the personal leave for her so that she could go back to visit relatives and friends, not to let her go back and blow up a chemical plant. You must deduct her money." He threw the newspaper back on the table. The money for today's meal will be deducted from Ena Maynard's salary. It is shameful for an absentee to be not active in going to work!

Chapter 97 Gwen, don't do this!

"Peter Parker?"

Gwen yawned as she sat behind her desk.

She looked bored as she watched the teacher who was telling them to be united and friendly.

His chin was supported by his fingers, while his other hand was nimbly playing with the pen in his hand.

Not many people use fountain pens these days, because they are heavy, cumbersome, and prone to leaking. If you turn the pen carelessly, your hands will be covered in ink. She looked out the window.

Understand that outside the window is her free world.

The little turtles and the big rats have disappeared from the sewers for a long time.

They left letters for Gwen.

Said he was going to Miami.

It wasn't long before Miami was in ruins.

Then, they completely lost track.

Gwen was suddenly alone.

Of course, Gwen also has her mom and Mr. Fisk.

As for her father, Gwen didn't have many memories of him, because in her understanding, her father was always working overtime. Maybe now that he's in prison, he may be able to relax a little and no longer have to work overtime.

Regarding my father going to prison.

Gwen, like Mrs. Stacy, didn't feel much.

This matter can't be blamed on anyone.

We can only blame Chief George for not paying enough attention to his family.

As for the rest, no one can be blamed.

Although Chief George went in.

However, since Mrs. Stacy's hospital was operating normally, Gwen was still able to stay in the aristocratic school to study.

And more importantly, as Gwen was the school belle of Garden Middle School, no one dared to ridicule her for this matter, not even those girls who were jealous of her, because Gwen had too many suitors.