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

In fact, Ross was also under a lot of pressure within the Army.

If his allies can't see the benefits as soon as possible.

Then Ross's position will be unstable.

Russell now just needs to wait. He wants to eliminate Fisk, but not immediately. Instead, he has to press on step by step until the last moment and then stop temporarily.

Wait until Ross can no longer hold on, and let him take full responsibility for matters related to arms sales. Then Russell will immediately take action against Fisk, get rid of Fisk, and then start helping Ross sell arms.

In this way, in addition to pocketing the extra profits, Russell would also be able to get in touch with many generals in the army and develop new supporters, paving the way for his future political ambitions.

Fisk didn't know the twists and turns involved.

What he didn't know was that the acting mayor had already held a grudge against him and was preparing to take action against him.

All he knew was that the acting mayor went to see Chief George.

Through the information, Fisk knew that they were colleagues before.

It is normal for Russell, who has become the mayor, to meet his colleague who is in prison, show off his status as the mayor, and satisfy his vanity.

But Fisk always felt that this matter might affect him.

So, he sent Lester to investigate.

He himself had more important things to deal with.

Hell's Kitchen is the first step in Fisker's grand plan.

What's more, he has put in a lot of effort for this.

So, he will never give up.

He reached out and knocked on the door.

Fisk was holding documents in his hands and wearing a suit, looking like a salesman selling products on the streets.

But behind him were gunmen armed with live ammunition.

There was no sound coming from the room, and Fisk was not in a hurry, but knocked on the door again.

This time the voice came from inside the door.

"Who is it?"

"Is it Mr. Nopa?"

"What's the matter?"

"Please open the door. There is a contract here for you to sign."

"I don't know you, please go away."

"Really? You took $230,000 from me a few days ago. Do you remember?"

"You are Fisk...I have already returned the money to you." The voice from inside the door trembled slightly.

"Yes." Fisk nodded and picked up the purse beside him. "You did return the $230,000 to me, but what I gave you was real U.S. dollars, and what I gave me was a bunch of counterfeit bills."

"Impossible... Fisk, this is New York, a beacon of freedom and democracy, not a place for you to rule the country. You want to buy my house for $230,000, but the mayor will buy it soon. By then, you will make a fortune, but I will lose a lot.

This is the house I bought with my hard-earned money... I won't sell it to you, so just forget it!"

"Yes, just give up on this idea, you greedy vampire, damn bastard."

There were also sounds of shouting and cursing coming from the house next door.

Fisk sneered.

He handed the document in his hand to the gunman next to him!

Then, he pulled out a signed contract from the top and said, "You have already signed the contract, do you still want to break the law?

The penalty for breach of contract is five times!

Five times two hundred and thirty thousand!"

"You are forcing the sale. Even if you take it to court, the judge won't believe you!" Nopa interrupted Fisk and shouted angrily, "Get out of here! If you don't leave, I'll shoot you."

The smile on Fisk's face became even more cruel.

He went up and kicked the door open.

Gunshots were heard immediately behind the door.

Dense steel balls spurted out of the barrel of the shotgun.

Even if an ordinary person is wearing a bulletproof vest, facing such a dense array of steel balls, some parts of his body will definitely be shot into a hornet's nest.

But Fisk just stood there without moving.

He let the steel balls hit his body, penetrate his suit, and embed deep into his skin, making a tinkling sound, before being quickly expelled from his skin and falling to the ground.

He glanced at the suit he was wearing.

Fisk took a cigar, lit it, and gently blew out smoke rings.

"Get out quickly, or I'm going to shoot again!" The pale man looked at Fisk, who was safe and sound, and the fear in his eyes seemed to materialize.

The gunman next to him handed over the shotgun.

After Fisk took it, he shot the man in the thigh without thinking.

The man also fired at the same time.

Fisk's suit became even more torn.

But Mr. Nopa opposite him fell to the ground wailing. His thighs were covered with dense blood holes and his aorta was pierced. Blood flowed out like a fountain.

He kept screaming, wailing, and cursing.

"Ah! My legs!"

"Damn bastard, what did you do? You actually shot me. The mayor will not let you go, you damn bastard..."

Fisk looked down at his suit which was becoming even more tattered, pulled the bolt and fired another shot at Mr. Nopa's other thigh. After this shot, Mr. Nopa's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

If he was not rescued in time, these two shots alone would cause massive blood loss and would kill Mr. Nopa in a short period of time.

Fisk threw the shotgun back.

Then he walked over, picked up the guy who was still alive on the ground, pressed deeply on the contract next to him with his fingers, and then threw him on the sofa next to him like throwing away garbage, and threw the bag of money handed over by the gunman on him!

"Throw him out. I don't want to see him in Hell's Kitchen again. Throw his money out too!"

"Understood, Boss!"

Fisk walked out of the room.

The cool breeze blew across his skin through the holes in his suit.

Fisk looked at his tattered suit with some helplessness.

He simply took off his suit, leaving his upper body naked, and knocked on the door next door again.

A woman's voice came from the next room, "Fisk...what did you do to Nopa? Did you kill him?"

"Am I that kind of person, Mrs. Jeffs?

I am here to give you money. The money I use to buy your house is ready. Now please open the door.

Then, take the money from my hand and sign your name on the contract.

My people will help you move, and if you haven't found a place to stay, I can lend you this house for a day.

I'll give you one day to find a place to live."

The door opened, and a middle-aged black woman who looked to be at least 40 or 50 years old walked out tremblingly. She looked at Fisk, who was tall and muscular like a rock, and then glanced at the gunmen behind him who were armed with live ammunition. She said in a pleading tone: "Mr. Fisk, please let me go! I am a single mother with seven children to support. I need this money. With this money, I can send my children to a good high school instead of letting them hang out on the streets."

Fisk looked down at the black woman, but the smile on his face was still indifferent: "Mrs. Jeffers, your house is only valued at $180,000. After taking into account various taxes, you can only get $150,000 in the end. Since you have seven children, I will give you $400,000 now. You take the money and move your children from here to a safe community. The remaining money will be enough for you to buy education insurance for each child. After that, there should be a lot of money left. You can buy a car and work as a deliveryman in various communities to deliver orders. In this way, you will have an income of nearly $3,000 a month, which is enough for you to support your children.

Of course, if you really can’t support your child, Sister Maria’s church is still open, you can send your child there and let Sister Maria raise him, so you won’t have any burden, and you can also take the $400,000 to live your own chic life without being constrained by the so-called child…”

Fisk was like a career mentor, earnestly advising the black lady in front of him.

But it was obvious that this black lady didn't listen to a word she said. She believed the nonsense of a certain mayor and thought that the New York City government would spend more money to buy her shabby apartment.

To be honest, even if her apartment was purchased at a price 20% higher than the highest market price, it would be worth at most $330,000. Now Fisk has given her an extra $70,000 because she has seven children.

If this kind of thing were to be made public, he might even be named one of the top ten most touching people in the United States next year.

"Please, Fisk."

Seeing the black woman still begging for mercy, Fisk frowned in embarrassment. He sighed, then kicked the black woman in the stomach, kicking her out directly, then once again took the shotgun and pointed it at her head, pressing her head to the ground: "You despicable villain, I have given you enough benefits, but you are still shameless. If you hadn't signed the contract, I wouldn't have come to you, but you obviously signed the contract, but you still want to go back on your word. I didn't charge you five times the compensation according to the breach of contract clause in the contract, which is already the greatest kindness to you.

Now you only have two choices, one is to sign and leave, the second is to die! "

Chapter 110 Just kill!

"Hello, I'm Russell, the acting mayor of New York City."

Fisk, who had been tired all day, was enjoying Mina's massage. He was a little stunned when he received this inexplicable call, but he quickly adjusted his mood and said, "Mr. Mayor, what can I do for you?"

"I said in my campaign platform that I want to transform Hell's Kitchen into a financial center where people can live and work in peace. Now I'm calling you to tell you that I will never allow gangsters to occupy New York!" As Russell spoke, there was a constant clicking sound coming from the other side, which sounded like the sound of a camera shutter!

Fisk frowned and glanced at the phone in his hand: "Sorry, Mr. Mayor, did you call the wrong number?"

"No, Mr. Fisk, I am declaring war on you. Your evil deeds in Hell's Kitchen seriously challenge the laws of New York, a free and democratic city!" Russell's voice was full of righteousness, and the sound of taking pictures became louder.

"Well! Are you done?"

"I will definitely bring you to justice..." Fisk hung up the phone before he could finish his words.

Russell looked at the hung up call with a disdainful smile on his face. He said to the reporter standing in front of him righteously: "I am the acting mayor now, and I will become the mayor of New York City in the future. But whether I am the mayor or not, I will not let the citizens of New York City live under the rule of the mafia. This call is not a small warning, but a declaration before I am about to strike hard."

After a brief explanation but an hour-long interview, Russell asked his secretaries to send the reporters away. The first secretary walked up to him. The tall blond secretary bent over to reveal her deep valley.

Russell seemed to be blind and continued to process the documents in his hands: "Have the people from the human rights organization arrived?"

"Yes!"

"Call them in, and call those homeless people in as well."

A few minutes later, more than a dozen members of the human rights organization wearing suits and short skirts walked in from outside, along with some homeless people who were completely naked. As soon as they came in, Russell didn't need to say anything, the homeless people started complaining to the human rights organizations.

They all listed bad things about Fisk.