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

But it still aroused Fisk's curiosity.

"Boss, you guys are back?"

The vulture flew in and landed in front of the elevator.

Fisk nodded, suddenly noticing the injuries on his face.

He asked curiously: "What's going on?"

Vulture didn’t intend to hide anything and said directly: “Last night, a group of Russians wanted to come in out of curiosity to see what was going on inside.

After I found them, I killed them all and threw their bodies into the sea.

However, there was a red-haired woman who was very skilled and followed the group of Russians.

I chased her and she escaped into a container.

I searched for her for a long time but couldn't find her. The wound on her face was also left by her. I only have this - the human skin mask she wore on her face. "The vulture said as he took out a tattered mask.

Fisk nodded thoughtfully.

Anyone who can use this kind of mask cannot be an ordinary person.

It seemed that even though he was careful, he still attracted some people's attention.

But it doesn’t matter. Anyone who dares to meddle in other people’s business can be killed.

"You did the right thing. Next time if you find something like this, just kill the person and throw the body into the sea. Is there anything else?"

"Two more things!"

"what's up?"

"Claw will arrive in New York early tomorrow." Vulture said as he took out a newspaper, which was today's New York Daily News.

Fisk took it in his hand and took a look, only to find that the content on it was that the acting mayor had resigned and the Speaker of the City Council, Mr. Russell, would temporarily serve as the acting mayor.

Fisk remembered this Russell.

The last New York Times he read had an account of Mr. Russell's deeds, but at that time he was still a congressman. How come in just a few days, he became the speaker of the congress and is now the acting mayor.

Is this a bit too fast?

Fisk originally thought that he was just a grassroots, but now it seems that this new acting mayor must have some great backers behind him, otherwise how could he be able to take the position of mayor of New York City so quickly.

"Who is this man?" Fisk asked subconsciously, but unexpectedly, Vulture said directly: "He is General Ross's son-in-law. He was originally a diplomatic assistant at the Mexican Embassy and was transferred back to Washington last month!"

"Rose?"

Fisk nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that the person supporting this mayor behind the scenes might be General Ross.

General Ross has not seen this since the last time.

Fisk was never contacted again.

Fisk looked at the smiling portrait in the newspaper.

I understand. General Ross will probably contact me soon.

However, he is really arrogant.

Fisk didn't believe that Ross didn't know about the congressman he had spent so much money to support, but he didn't even say hello to him.

...He never took himself seriously.

Right!

I'm just a small gangster.

How can he be compared with an American general?

After returning the newspaper to Vulture, Fisk turned around and asked Lester, "Last time, there is news about General Ross's wife and daughter that I asked you to inquire about."

“Of course, his wife is in politics in Washington.

But his daughter teaches at a university in New York!"

"Go back and give me the address and photos."

"Understood, boss."

Chapter 108 The troublemakers in New York!

Fisk, who had just returned to Hell's Kitchen, had just taken a shower and changed into pajamas, and was leaning back in the soft boss chair.

Ena Maynard sat nearby, trimming her nails with a nail clipper.

The Norwegian mercenary is finally back.

However, she had not yet had time to tell Fisk about her trip to Europe.

This brought bad news to Fisk.

Fisk looked at the man in front of him with an unusually cold tone.

"What do you mean...you can't do anything?"

"I spent so much money on you and asked you to hire so many assistants. I just asked you to do such a small thing, and you can't do it well... That's fine!

If you jump off the building, I will write off all ties with you!"

Fisk picked up the cup and shook it at Lester in the distance. The latter understood and took out a cup of Coke from the refrigerator, opened the bottle and poured it into the glass, not caring at all that the man in front of him was sweating profusely.

Ena Maynard immediately raised her hand, and Lester had no choice but to pour her a glass as well.

Her actions seemed to ease the weird and depressing atmosphere.

But obviously, she failed.

The strong murderous aura emanating from Fister made the temperature of the entire room drop a lot.

No wonder Fisk's attitude is so cold.

A godforsaken place like Hell's Kitchen.

Almost no real estate developers are willing to develop it.

Everyone in New York knows that Hell's Kitchen has serious historical problems, but the most important one is the homeless people who cannot be driven away.

Also, there are those gang members who cannot be eliminated at all. They are like rats and cockroaches crossing the street. They can never be completely cleared out, and it is impossible to completely clear them out. And it is precisely because of this that no real estate developer is willing to come to this neighborhood.

The ugliness of Hell's Kitchen has been deeply rooted in people's minds and it cannot be changed overnight.

Even if this place is completely demolished.

In the short term, this place will still be a restricted area for all New Yorkers.

Any real estate developer who wants to get rich from this will basically be doomed to bankruptcy.

All the way to hell.

The man's name is Strong. He is the new chief attorney of the San Fisk Group, replacing attorney Medlen.

He is a good friend of Attorney Medlen.

However, in this business, there are no such things as good friends.

After Lawyer Medellin enjoyed a free fall from a high altitude.

He found Fisk the next day and was willing to continue serving Fisk in place of Medlen.

Lawyers like him are as common as flies in New York.

If you don't seize the opportunity, you will never be able to succeed in your life.

Fisk gave him the opportunity to buy back all the remaining properties in Hell's Kitchen.

This is not a difficult task.

Besides, Fisk had no intention of exploiting the folks in Hell's Kitchen.

Their properties are acquired according to the highest standards in New York City.

They can use this money to live in a more upscale and safer community.

However, Lawyer Strong couldn't even do such a small thing.

"Mr. Fisk...I don't know what happened. They clearly agreed to everything the day before, but I didn't expect them to change their tone the next day..." Before Lawyer Strong could finish his words, the glass behind him hit him on the head.

Lester held the broken cup in his hand and stepped on his back, then lowered his head and said to the lawyer, who was bleeding but not unconscious, "This cup is yours. I won't pay a penny."

As Lester spoke, he grabbed the white lawyer by the neck, lifted him up from the ground, put him on a chair, and threw the paper at him.

"If you dare to get blood on my wool carpet, I will twist your head off and stuff it into your ass." Fisk put down the cup in his hand, picked up the cigar, and said in a grim tone: "Now tell me, what happened?"

"Please tell me what happened in the simplest words, the simplest terms, the simplest everything?"

After a brief silence, Strong organized his words and said slowly: "Things were going very smoothly. Basically, more than 95% of the residents and land owners have signed contracts with us.

And they had already started the relocation, but for some reason they all changed their minds yesterday... Later, we found out that the new acting mayor made the promise during the parliamentary debate yesterday morning.

He will change Hell's Kitchen in a very short time and turn it into a new financial center of New York City. He will build schools, shopping malls and villa areas in Hell's Kitchen!

And it will create more than 50,000 jobs…”

"Ha!" Fisk sneered, "Are there people who would believe what a politician says? Are you challenging my intelligence, or are you saying that the residents of Hell's Kitchen are fools who would believe what a politician says?"

Strong covered the wound with a tissue in his hand and said in a somewhat uneasy tone: "When I heard the news... I was a little confused and anxious, so I raised the purchase price of some residents who were unwilling to cooperate with our acquisition by 20%, hoping to get ahead of the mayor in making any move... This attracted their attention, and they thought we might be profitable. They thought the mayor could offer a higher compensation, so they went back on their word and tore up the contract."

Fisk lit the cigar in his hand and motioned for the lawyer to continue.

Strong swallowed his saliva and continued in an uneasy voice:

“It was nothing.

Because we have signed contracts with more than 90% of the residents in Hell's Kitchen, and several large landowners are willing to sell their land to us.

Since the contract has already been signed, we don't have to be afraid, and quite a few people have actually taken the money we gave them and used it to buy houses in other neighborhoods.

As long as they can't return the money to me, we can take the houses back by force according to the law, and it will be useless for them to stop us.

Even if they return the money to us, we can refuse to accept it. After all, the contract has been established and their names have been signed on it.

Even if we take the case to court, we will definitely win and can even demand five times the amount of liquidated damages from them.