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

Fisk hesitated.

He walked into the room again and stuffed the silver-gray box under Lester's butt.

"Look carefully, the things in this box are truly worth one billion dollars!"

"Aren't you afraid that I might steal it?"

"You better get out of bed first!

detective!"

"Call me, Bullseye!"

"Okay, Detective Lester."

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Benjamin is the second in command of the Emperor's New Clothes.

Although, he was just a young boy who looked to be in his twenties at most.

But the total number of lives he has taken has already exceeded one hundred.

He is a true Irishman who came from the bottom.

He is not an idiot who got promoted by relying on the prestige inherited from the five major families.

He raised his gun and shot, and the bullet accurately blew up the head of a Mexican gunman.

But as the shells fell, dense bullets also pierced towards him.

Bullet after bullet hit the wall, and smoke and dust rose up.

The Irish were actually in an absolute disadvantage on their own territory.

This is not to say that the Irish are all useless idiots.

But... who has nothing to do and goes out with an assault rifle?

But fortunately, this is an Irish-controlled neighborhood after all.

Here are their hidden munitions.

Soon, as automatic weapons entered the battlefield, the Irish gradually stabilized their disadvantage.

But they still couldn't figure out why these Mexicans suddenly attacked them?

Could it be that the painting was stolen by the Mexicans?

Benjamin suddenly understood.

It must be like this.

The Mexicans have been a bit pressed by the DEA lately.

That senator is an official who supports marijuana legalization and often criticizes the DEA in public.

The DEA might just want to teach the senator a lesson.

The Mexicans wanted to put the blame on the Irish and take over their territory.

The Irish port in New York has always been a most desired place for Mexicans.

Through the Irish port and the Mexican sea transit point, it only takes an hour and a half at most to enter New York.

The Irish have never been interested in drugs because they have a more profitable business - called luxury goods smuggling... These luxury goods shipped from Cuban processing factories can easily make a lot of dollars from the ladies in the free country.

Then, the stocks of the luxury goods companies they control will go up, and they can make a fortune on Wall Street... What era is this? They still rely on drugs. They are really crazy.

Do you know what law is?

However, Mexicans can't create any luxury goods!

Even if it does exist, no one will buy what they create.

"Benjamin, the gun is coming!"

"Great!" Benjamin took the M16.

His military service experience enabled him to skillfully use this weapon and load it.

Aimed at the Mexicans in the distance.

"Tear these damn Mexican bastards into pieces!"

When Benjamin was shooting, he didn't notice at all that behind a window above his head, there was a bald Mexican with a grim face.

His name is Anno Salamanca.

He is the new agent of the Salamanca family in New York.

However, due to the death of a DEA agent, he was targeted by several departments including the IIA, FBI, AFRC, and DEA as soon as he entered the country.

The other departments were okay, but the agents from the FBI and the DEA chased him like a stray dog.

We had been hiding in the area controlled by the Irish, and finally found some peace and security.

But he didn't expect that when he woke up in the morning he would meet an Irishman coming in to look for an oil painting. The way he pushed the door open and rummaged through the place without any reason made him immediately nervous.

An Nuo was really scared.

The Salamanca family is now very powerful in Mexico, especially with its control of freight transportation lines.

As a member of the Salamanca family, Anno is naturally a local tyrant in Mexico.

But once we entered the free country, we were chased like a dog and had to hide here and there.

Especially the DEA, they really wanted to kill him.

Helicopters, armored vehicles, disguised agents...

Even when he was eating KFC, DEA agents rushed over from all directions and wanted to kill him.

This scared him completely!

He would have died a long time ago if it weren't for the help of some people who didn't want him to die.

After enjoying a life of wealth and luxury, he was reluctant to die!

So, when we saw the Irish coming to search.

Without any hesitation, he called for help.

Now I see that the two sides are actually fighting downstairs.

This also made him more determined in his judgment.

The Irishman really came in to find himself.

So who betrayed himself?

An Nuo had no time to think about this problem.

He pulled out a pistol from under his pillow and looked at the bodyguard guarding the door: "Follow me, let's fight our way out!"

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George Stacy put down the phone.

He said to the police officer in front of him expressionlessly: "Ask the nearest police station to send someone for support."

"Chief, the regular police are no match for them. They're just a bunch of thugs with automatic weapons. Do you want me to call the SWAT team?"

“The SWAT team has another mission…let the nearby police stations go for support.

When will there be no more gunfights in Hell's Kitchen?

If the SWAT team had to be dispatched every time.

What are ordinary police officers for then?"

"I understand, Mr. Chief."

George Stacy waved his hand expressionlessly and sat alone in the room.

The sunlight shone through the window onto his left cheek, but the shadow of his head completely hid the right side of his face in darkness.

"I hope you can find that painting!"

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"go!"

Still moving forward from the roof.

Noriko and Ena Maynard are the sniper team, responsible for cover.

Fisk and Melanie served as the assault team, moving quickly on the roof.

Until we are sure there are no ambushing gunmen on the rooftop ahead.

The sniper team will move forward.

"Slow down, we can't see you." Ena Maynard tied a rope to the handle of the sniper rifle, so that the sniper rifle, the rope and her arm formed a stable triangle.

Fazi has just learned how to use an optical sight and is not very good at measuring wind speed.

Fortunately, this optical sight from Stark Corporation has a built-in screen display for measuring distance and wind speed.

"You are too slow!"

Melanie's disdainful voice came from the headset. She leaped over the two-meter-wide gap between the buildings and rolled lightly on the roof of the opposite building. She easily dissipated all the strength without making any sound.

But she was still a step too late.

Because Fisk was already standing right in front of her.

"You're too slow!"

Below, gunfire between Mexicans and Irishmen intensified.

Especially with the arrival of heavy Irish firepower on the scene.

Stray bullets were flying everywhere.

Fisk had heard the sound of bullets hitting the building beneath his feet more than once.

If he hadn't heard the gunshots very far away, he would have thought that he had been targeted by a sniper.