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

Just about to continue moving forward from the roof.

Suddenly, several figures jumped out from the roof opposite.

Leading the group was a guy who clearly looked Mexican.

Especially that beard he has.

If someone insists on arguing that he is not Mexican.

Fisk would have broken his teeth.

Melanie immediately raised the gun in her hand.

The man on the other side was not blind, so he naturally saw the two fully armed men. Without hesitation, he also raised his gun.

The two sides confronted each other across the gap between the buildings.

Fell into silence.

"puff!"

A bullet hit the head of the Mexican in front accurately.

The head that looked like a boiled egg suddenly exploded, and blood splattered everywhere.

It was as if an invisible hand had used red blood plasma to paint a hellish, demonic picture on the ground.

Ena Maynard Shots!

"Anno!"

The bodyguard beside him was immediately shocked.

They just wanted to shoot in revenge.

But how could they be faster than Fisk and Melanie?

The hot bullet shot out from the muzzle of the silencer.

In just the blink of an eye, honeycomb-like wounds were left on their bodies!

But they still underestimated the ruthlessness of these Mexicans.

A grenade with its lock ring already pulled fell weakly onto the rooftop.

The sound of an explosion followed!

Wait until the smoke clears.

The rooftop was in a mess.

A bloody mess.

Fisk stood firm.

"Hey, what did he just yell?"

"I don't know. The wind was too strong and I couldn't hear clearly."

Chapter 20 What happens in the bathroom with your female subordinate?

The Mexicans retreated, no one knew why they came in such a hurry and left in such a hurry...just like a gust of wind.

There were corpses all over the ground, as well as confusing and puzzling doubts.

The Irish did not pursue the Mexicans relentlessly, but retreated after driving them out of their territory.

Benjamin stood in the broken room, holding his injured arm.

The ground was covered with corpses, all of whom were his confidants.

He sent them back to guard the vault.

Unexpectedly, this place became a target.

Benjamin's face showed no expression, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking at the moment.

He could have found the painting quietly.

But he thought this was a good opportunity to unify the Irish, so he decisively took advantage of this opportunity to start cleaning up the splintered Irish gangs.

Hell's Kitchen has a complex terrain. After generations of homeless people, residents and gangs, the splintered gangs have hidden their lairs among the complex buildings.

However, outsiders could not find them. As the apparent protector of these separatist gangs, the Emperor's New Clothes had already found out the locations of these gangs clearly, and even monitored most of the gang leaders' hidden family members.

Just waiting for the order to turn them into the most suitable handle.

People from the same family are the cruelest to their own people.

Benjamin originally planned to use both soft and hard tactics to slowly devour all the Irish gangs and achieve a new unification.

But the sudden situation left Benjamin with no time. He originally thought that the old guy who was already in the cell would eventually die in the cell.

But the old guy with blood on his hands actually got the chance to be released on medical parole.

This country is really democratic.

In order to prevent the plan from being leaked, Benjamin gathered all the men he could mobilize from the Emperor's New Clothes to Hell's Kitchen, preparing to wipe out all the Irish gangs in Hell's Kitchen.

Even if the old guy comes out of prison, he will become a toothless tiger without any deterrent power.

In the past few years, he has done many things behind the old guy's back. If he doesn't seize the opportunity to get promoted, the first thing that old guy will do when he comes out is to kill him.

But who could have imagined that he had just started to clean up those separatist gangs when the Mexicans came, and then his own vault was blown up.

Benjamin pulled out a pistol from his waist and walked out of the room expressionlessly.

Since there is no way out.

Well then, let’s give it a try!

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"unlucky!"

Fisk's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

He reached out and tore open the suitcase next to him, and bags of white powder fell out of it.

"Since when did the Irish start selling drugs?"

The suitcase that I carried back with great effort did not even have a single dollar in it, it was full of drugs!

Ena Maynard was a little skeptical.

I searched through all the remaining suitcases.

As expected, not even a single US dollar bill was found.

"Boss, what should I do if this is drugs?"

"What else can be done?

Flush it down the toilet!

There are many ways to make money. I would rather sell pirated CDs than be scolded by others!" Fisk looked constipated, "Damn, these damn Irish people, sooner or later, they will be cleaned up together with the Mexicans!"

Melanie pushed open the door and walked in. The first thing she saw was the pile of drugs on the ground. However, she didn't say anything. Instead, she sat on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

"Is anyone following you?"

"No, it's a mess outside now.

Police from the 34th, 27th and 17th Precincts have arrived and are collecting the bodies and negotiating with the Irish and Mexicans.

In addition, I heard that the DEA also arrived at the scene and an important Mexican fugitive was killed.

It's Andro Salamanca!

Here, this is it." Melanie took out the newspaper tucked into her waistband.

New York Daily News, a newspaper sold only in New York City.

Above, there is nothing but various outdated news contents that are meaningless and uninteresting.

There are also wanted posters for wanted criminals, just like the ones printed on straw paper on the eve of the Civil War, with the crime and reward written on them.

But most people just look at it.

After all, no one dares to provoke the Mexican drug lords who kill without blinking an eye.

"Oh?" Fisk didn't take it seriously at first. He casually took the newspaper and took a look at it, but he was stunned after just this one look.

"this is not?"

Melanie nodded, "Although there is no beard on the wanted poster, it should be that guy!"

Fisk's expression became even more interesting. He threw the newspaper to the side and sat on the suitcase, still trying to find Ena Maynard in the mezzanine.

“Hey, Miss Norwegian Mercenary.

Why don't you consider becoming a bounty hunter? You just shot a $240,000 head off!"

Fisk joked a few times in a joking tone, and suddenly changed his tone and said seriously: "Jokes aside, I have a plan!

Since Anno was able to appear in the New York Times, it means that his status among Mexicans must be very important.

Plus, he is a member of the Salamanca family.

Mexicans are notoriously vindictive.

Then can we take this opportunity to start a war between the Irish and Mexicans, and with the help of the Mexicans, wipe out the Irish in one fell swoop?"

"Boss!" Fazi raised his hand, "Why do you have to target the Irish? The clothes they design look very fashionable and good looking!

I love the fashion shows they put on.”

Fisk glanced at Fazi's face full of tongue studs and earrings, as well as the tattoos below her neck, and simply ignored her words.

"Ena Maynard, you should secretly hide the gun you just used and the remaining bullets in the area controlled by the Irish. Now that the police and the DEA are here, it would be best if they find them immediately.

Remember to keep your hands and feet clean. I don't want to hear that your fingerprints were found on the gun... If you can, find an Irish scapegoat and let him leave fingerprints on the gun."

"Such an expensive gun, is it going to be wasted after just a few shots?" Ena Maynard was a little reluctant, "How about I just find a random gun that uses the same bullets, disassemble this gun, and sell it on the black market."

"Stop talking nonsense! You didn't buy it with your own money. I don't even feel bad about it, so why should you?" Fisk was speechless at this miserly Norwegian.