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

A very valuable painting was looted, as well as some expensive and collectible whiskey.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"I'm sorry... Mr. George Stacy, I believe there may be some misunderstanding."

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at the same time.

In the dark room, Fisk dialed a number with a gloomy face.

Lester's words came out from the receiver.

"Gwen is in your hands?"

"Yes!"

"Is there some misunderstanding?"

"Mr. Fisk, misunderstanding?

There is no misunderstanding between us.

Mr. Fisk, I don't know you. I came to you because you accidentally killed someone you shouldn't have killed, an Irishman."

Fisk raised his eyebrows. "You mean that idiot Ramones?"

"Looks like I got the right person...

Although, I don't know him, and I don't know if he is an idiot, but his father, Mr. Jack, is willing to give me some money to let me find you and send you to him."

"I'll give you double."

"It's not about the money, sir.

I am a man of principles, and Mr. Jack found me first!

Get a penny for a job.

I can't do something that's treacherous.

Unless I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“So, you take a girl’s life.

To threaten me?

Is this also moral?"

Fisk's mouth gradually turned into a cruel smile.

It almost overlapped with the old face of a man sitting on the prison bed.

"Mr. Director, I am deeply sorry for what happened at the Senator's home.

But the Irish do not accept any threats, and any threats will be seen as a provocation to the Irish."

"Durant, I didn't arrest you, but if I want to, next month, your application for medical parole will be shelved indefinitely... You are already 60 years old this year, how much longer do you have to stay in that cage without seeing the sun?"

George Stacy slowly found his way into the role of police chief.

I also found a suitable excuse for myself in my heart.

He was not making a deal with a gang leader.

I'm just solving a case.

Robbery cases are also cases.

In the prison, the old man's smile became even more radiant. "Chief George Stacy, does this mean that if I can help the Senator find what he lost, I can sit on the beach in Hawaii next month, drinking and looking at bikinis?"

George Stacy fell silent.

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However, Fisk, who was also the dialer, did not fall into silence. Instead, he smiled and said, "Mr. Detective, you spent several days and successfully found me.

It seems like you have to work harder than those policemen in the police station. How about this!

Let's play a game. If I lose, I surrender. But if you lose... hey hey hey... you have to die!"

"Oh, really? What game?"

Fisk didn't say anything, he just walked to the window, looked at the wall outside, and punched the stainless steel fence on the wall with all his strength.

"Boom!"

A crisp sound sounded immediately.

But no one expected this.

The sound not only rang in my ears, but also appeared in the microphone in my hand.

“Tsk tsk, I know, Mrs. Stacy is just the bait you threw out, you should be within 200 meters around me now.

You have fifteen minutes to escape. After fifteen minutes, I will grab you by the scruff of your neck and stomp you to the ground, letting you know what real cruelty is!"

Fisk's eyes quickly scanned the surrounding buildings, and his tone gradually became cold and ruthless.

His gaze finally locked onto a small window in the opposite corridor!

"The countdown has begun, Mr. Detective!"

After saying that, without waiting for any response from the other party, he resolutely hung up the phone.

"Dudududu!"

Lester looked at the hung up phone in his hand with an interested expression on his face.

He said to Gwen Stacy, whose hands and feet were tied and whose face was full of fear: "Haha, maybe he is more suitable for me to hunt than an elephant!

Goodbye little girl, it was nice meeting you, good luck to you!"

After Lester finished speaking, he ignored Gwen Stacy and turned and walked down the stairs.

If someone asks, why would they give up the hostages so easily.

He would say.

He actually doesn't like killing people.

Really!

Fisk put down his phone and put a smile on his face. He looked at Mrs. Stacy with a calm, steady gaze, as if he was confident, which calmed the panicked Mrs. Stacy down in an instant.

“This matter, after all, has something to do with the Irish!

After all, it was all because of me. Give me fifteen minutes, and I will bring Miss Gwen back!" Fisk returned to the room and took out the silver-gray box.

Mrs. Stacy hurried in.

"Fisk, why don't we call the police? Since this matter is related to the Irish..."

Fisk put the gloves on his arms and pressed the button inside the gloves slightly. A light blue electric light flashed on the gloves.

The flickering sparks continued to twitch, illuminating the dim room.

"Corianda...don't be nervous, these are just minor issues!

Now that the detective has come to Hell's Kitchen, it means that he has made all the necessary preparations.

Since his target is me, I can't just be a coward!" Fisk twisted his neck and said, "The only way is to pour a glass of water for Mrs. Stacy and stay here with her."

I'll be back soon!"

Fisk had a huge smile on his face.

It was as if he didn't take this matter seriously at all.

As he spoke, he walked past Mrs. Stacy and headed for the door.

Mrs. Stacy put her hands around Fisk's waist.

"Thank you!"

"It's okay, they're just minor issues!

Stay here peacefully, and don't forget to treat me to a meal afterwards."

"must!"

"Clap!"

Closed the door.

Fisk's eyes became extremely cold.

He is certainly not a saint.

Nor would he have to save Mrs. Stacy's daughter just because he kissed her.

The reason why I chose to take action.

One is because of the voice that appears in your ear - if you seriously injure or kill Bullseye (Lester), you will get a reward from the power of the dimension, otherwise you will die from a toothpick, a baseball, a dart or a bullet!

The second reason is...Fisk hates being threatened.

Fisk did not rush to the corridor over there.

Because he knew that Lester must have left.

In the past, we were exposed to the enemy's gun.

Therefore, the most important thing to do now is to change positions.

From the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light to the enemy is in the light and I am in the dark!

Instead of going down the stairs, he went up to the roof.

Standing on the roof and looking down, because you are standing high enough, most of Hell's Kitchen is in sight.

Fisk's eyes were as sharp as a torch, like a scanner, quickly scanning the windows, the buildings, and the corners of the dark shadows.

Finally, he saw a dim light flashing in the shadows.

And the next second, the bright light rushed towards his head.

"Whoosh!"