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

However, we still have other opportunities!

The Irish opened a new underground casino in Hell's Kitchen.

As you all know, the Irish are famous for being stupid and having a lot of money. It would be a waste if we didn't make money like this! You see, I only went there for half a day and I earned this bag of US dollars.

Of course, it could also be because I’m the God of Gamblers!”

The crowd, which had originally returned to silence, immediately erupted into thunderous laughter.

Fisk didn't even know how to shuffle the cards, and he had to be careful not to puncture the cards with his broad fingers. No matter how you look at it, he didn't look like a gambling god, and he wasn't even an old gambler.

However, this bag of money made the residents of Hell's Kitchen excited.

Some people who thought they were smart had even begun to turn around and move towards the areas controlled by the Irish.

Ena Maynard's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she was about to follow the crowd to take a look, but was grabbed by Fisk.

Who would have thought that this Norwegian high-talent mercenary who was proficient in assassination, fighting, infiltration, knew seven languages, and had a doctorate in economics would actually be a gambler.

No wonder, with her skills and education, she could easily find a relatively peaceful job elsewhere, but she came to Hell's Kitchen to try her luck for $10,000.

"Hey, Ena Maynard! I don't pay you to gamble, you have to work!" Fisk rolled his eyes and pulled her to his side. Seeing that most of the people around him had left, he stretched out his hand and felt inside his sleeve. Soon, seven or eight playing cards were pulled out of his sleeve. "Nine out of ten gambling cases are scams. You don't really think I'm lucky enough to touch three sevens in one go!

Please!

If you like gambling, when you make money in the future, why not open your own casino? Then you can be the banker and win however you want. I guess in a year or two, you can be as good as that playboy Stark."

Ena Maynard looked at the playing cards that Fisk took out of his sleeve in disbelief. All her attention had just been on Fisk, and she was afraid that he would cheat, but she didn't expect that he actually cheated!

"How can this be!

How could you possibly have the time to cheat? "

Fisk rolled his eyes speechlessly and snapped his fingers at the money collector next to him. The latter ran back and took out a stack of cards from his clothes. Some of these cards were hidden in his cuffs, and some were hidden in his long nun uniform. When the cards were taken out, they even brought with them warm air.

"I'm a little suspicious now. Are you bragging to me about your education and IQ?" Fisk ignored Ena Maynard, who looked a little sad. "How much money did you make?"

Melanie's face was full of excitement. She folded up the crumpled dollars one by one and stuffed them into the bag in front of her: "The total is 7,465 dollars, and 0.30 cents!"

"Share it among the three of you. Consider it a bonus for your attendance today! But we're about to get to work!" Fisk waved at the kid who was still reading comics in the distance, "Hey, Nick, get us a case of cold beer!"

"No time! I still have to read comics."

"Ten dollar tip for you!"

"Here we go, Uncle Fisk!"

"Call me brother, and bring three more chairs over!"

The four of them sat on the street, gathered around a small table, and started drinking beer, just like they were at a roadside stall.

It’s a pity that there are no roadside skewers here except beer, and even if there are Fisk, he wouldn’t dare to eat it, because who knows whether it is rat meat or human flesh.

"Although we only have four people in our team now, we still need to make good team plans. Melanie and Fazi, the two of you will be a team responsible for logistics and cover support.

Ena Maynard, you are responsible for close-range assassination and target tracking, and I will be the assaulter. "Fisk raised his head and drank the ice beer in his hand, burped, and said incoherently: "Do you have any opinions?"

The three looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they had no opinions, but Ena Maynard was obviously more professional: "Boss, which bank are we going to rob?"

"what?"

Countless question marks suddenly appeared in Fisk's head.

"What bank robbery?

what are you saying?

Why don’t I understand! ”

"You're not really going to make me believe that you won your money from some Irish casino!" Ena Maynard smiled mysteriously, "Stop pretending. Tell me which bank you want us to rob. I can't wait!"

Fisk reached out his hand and took out a beer from the box and placed it in front of Ena Maynard, "Maybe you haven't drunk enough.

Come, drink this beer and listen to me slowly!" Fisk was suddenly stunned in the middle of his speech.

Ena Maynard, what a genius!

She gave Fisk an idea.

The Irish have been in New York for more than one hundred and fifty years, and their various forces are intertwined and entangled... It is basically impossible to drive the Irish out of New York within a month.

You know, even with the secret support of a certain country, the Russians could only try to squeeze the living space of the Irish and could not drive them away at all.

but!

Just because these four can't do it doesn't mean others can't do it.

After all, this is America, not Russia, let alone Ireland!

How can we make the Irish gangs hate them so much?

Of course it stirs up conflict!

Inciting conflicts is a very easy thing for those fat congressmen. Fisk has seen a lot, so naturally he has many methods and strategies in his mind.

However...if we use ordinary means to provoke conflict, there may not be enough time.

What should I do then!

The answer is, touch the white man’s cake!

In this land of freedom, democracy is just bullshit.

The ones who really call the shots are the congressmen who hold high positions.

"Hey!

If I want a map of New York City, does anyone have one?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Fazi suddenly seemed to have thought of something, "It seems to be sold at the newsstand!"

"Walk!

Go check it out! "

Who would have thought that the most cultural place in the entire Hell's Kitchen is the newsstands that can be found all over the streets of New York City!

Even the person in charge of selling newspapers here is a middle-aged man wearing glasses who looks like a university professor.

"You want to find a map of New York City?" Puzzled for a moment, he reached out and rummaged through the shelf behind him for a while, and finally found a crumpled travel map under the Sun newspaper.

Fisk stared at the Sun newspaper and read it several times.

These things are mostly distributed in the UK, but I didn’t expect there is a branch in the US as well.

However, it looks like it's not for sale.

This guy specially collected them.

Opened the map.

It is a travel map compiled by the New York City government two years ago.

It was published by the Daily Bugle.

“Thirty dollars, why don’t you just rob it?

I remember when this thing was released, it was sold everywhere on the street for almost free! ”

"Then go find a free one." The newsstand owner grinned with a forced smile and reached out to take the map back.

Fisk was too lazy to argue with him.

He threw down three ten-dollar bills.

Open the travel map

Coincidentally, because it is a travel map, many travel attractions are marked on the map, and without exception, they are all the most famous attractions in New York City.

But I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Hell's Kitchen is not one of them.

However, considering that Hell's Kitchen has not changed in the past decade or so, it is very normal that it does not appear on travel maps.

Perhaps the editor of the Daily Bugle was genuinely afraid that some stupid travelers would treat Hell's Kitchen as a tourist attraction.

After all, Hell's Kitchen does look like a tourist attraction from its name.

However, there is an area that also does not have any tourist attractions.

That's Manhattan's Upper East Side.

But New Yorkers know that there are many tourist attractions in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The reason why it didn't appear there may be that the congressmen, the mayor, and the wealthy people in the New York government all live there, and they don't want to see tourists with backpacks walking noisily in their neighborhoods.

They don’t want to see tourists talking about their gardens and the nude parties being held in the gardens!

Oh, although those places are private property.

But the law only governs the feet, not the eyes.

It's also the only neighborhood with only police and no gangs.

Scanned the map.

Fisk looked up at the three women following him and asked, "Who among you can speak Irish?"

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Ena Maynard looked at the villa in the distance through the car window. She was wearing a bulletproof vest and had black camouflage painted on her face. "Is this a bank?"

"Do you have an obsession with robbing a bank?" Fisk took out a pistol from his bag. Fazi and Melanie beside him had also changed into combat uniforms.

This outfit may not look impressive, but it is actually extremely expensive.

Especially bulletproof vests, tactical vests, and tactical leather boots, these things are not allowed to be sold in New York, and the prices on the black market are very high. These items alone cost more than 70,000 US dollars.

“This place is much richer than the bank!

Do you know who lives here?" Fisk took out a newspaper in a mysterious manner, "Come and see the owner of this villa! The senator from Washington is an outstanding politician.

Last month, he just gave an election speech in New York City. The mayor of New York City personally arrived at the scene to support him and awarded him the New York Friendship Medal! "Fisk put down the newspaper, "He is much richer than the bank.

More importantly, he is an anti-black pioneer.

He has called for crackdowns on gangs in public more than once.