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

Fisk dealt with the clerk while trying on ties.

While his eyes slowly turned to the back.

He was wearing a red suit, holding a cane in his hand, and wearing glasses on his face, indicating that he was a blind man. However, his steps were vigorous and he even walked faster than an ordinary person.

He doesn't look like a so-called blind person at all.

Melanie also noticed the figure walking in from outside, and her originally tipsy eyes suddenly narrowed.

As soon as she walked in, the shop assistants greeted her. She looked like a familiar customer.

"I'm here to pick up the clothes I ordered."

"Please wait a moment. You can go sit over there. Do you need me to help you?"

"No, I can feel it!"

The crutch swept back and forth on the ground.

He stopped next to Fisk.

He stopped walking, twitching his nose slightly, as if he smelled something, and said, "This is not a tie from Milan, Italy."

"Oh, how do you know?"

"Milan, a kind of flannel called silk is popular recently. This kind of fabric feels as smooth as touching the water. If you use it to make ties, it will not strangle your neck, but will give you a cool feeling!

However, this flannel smells lightly of fuzz.

It tastes like raw water, but the one hanging around your neck doesn’t have that taste.”

"is it?"

His eyes were fixed on the clerk next to him.

The latter smiled slightly awkwardly.

It's an ordinary person who comes to expose the truth.

She had already called security.

But she couldn't offend this gentleman directly, because Mr. Murdoch was a well-known civil rights lawyer and very wealthy, and was their big client.

Fisk looked at himself in the mirror and took off his tie. "Pack up your tie too."

"Okay, sir."

He turned and looked at Murdoch.

Fisk seemed to be able to see the pair of cloudy, dull eyes without any luster through the black sunglasses.

"Thank you for your advice, but I trust my own judgment more."

"I understand, everyone likes what they choose, right?"

"That's exactly the case!" Fisk, who was looking down from above, looked like an insurmountable mountain to the world, but Murdoch, standing in front of them neither humble nor arrogant, seemed unable to feel the terrifying aura.

It's like a sharp axe that can split any mountain.

"Sir, do you know what else I smell?"

"It smells like blood, doesn't it?"

"Yes sir, you seem very self-aware."

“Tsk, tsk, is that so?

I always thought I was pretty ignorant.”

"Here are your clothes, Mr. Murdoch."

"Okay, thank you!" Murdoch waved his cane gently, bowed slightly to Fisk, and gave a gentleman's salute. "Good luck, sir!"

"I've always had good luck."

"That's because you didn't meet me, at least that's what I think!" Murdoch waved his cane, turned around and disappeared at the door.

"Boss, this guy seems a little difficult to deal with. I think I've seen him in Hell's Kitchen." Melanie came over.

“Take away the “as if”, this guy is very difficult to deal with.

Besides, he is a pro bono lawyer in Hell's Kitchen, and he fights cases for the poor in Hell's Kitchen for free, and he doesn't charge any money." He loosened his hand.

"Then he must not have been to Blood Maria, otherwise I would know him."

"Well, he is a nosy person, but if he dares to mess with me, I will tear him to pieces, from head to toe and from the middle to pieces bit by bit." Fisk showed a cruel expression on his face, "I hope he will know better."

"Boss, do you need me to help you get rid of him?"

"No need. I remember he had a girlfriend. She was pretty."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, then he must not mess with you."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came to Fisk's ears.

"Under the sunglasses, there may not be a pair of blind eyes. Instead, it may be a pair of eyes transformed by high concentrations of radiation. The disguise of a blind person can only deceive ordinary people.

For the truly strong ones.

All pretense is worthless.

Killing Mark Murdock will help you take control of Hell's Kitchen by eliminating this nosy self-appointed vigilante.

Kill him and you will receive a generous reward from the power of the dimension.

If you fail to kill him, you will fall into endless distress in the future.

He will become your most disgusting opponent, disgusting you persistently and relentlessly.

By that time you will regret why you didn't solve this disaster earlier!

But how could there be a pill for regret in this world?

Besides... when you stand over his body, you better make sure he's really dead."

Chapter 22 How come her husband followed Mrs. Stacy out as soon as she appeared?

After noon, the clear sky suddenly turned dark.

Immediately afterwards, heavy rain poured down.

For some reason the weather in New York started to change suddenly.

Fisk opened his umbrella.

The heavy rain covered the sky, and the raindrops hit the fragile umbrella like soybeans.

The crackling sound continued to flash.

Fortunately, I brought an umbrella when I went out today.

It was raining so heavily that it was really hard to get a taxi.

"Maybe it's time for me to buy a car."

Out of Hell's Kitchen.

Poor homeless people huddled in groups under the eaves.

The slightly wealthier homeless people lay shivering in the heavy rain, holding sleeping bags and tents they got from the relief station.

There are some places that can shelter from the rain, and they are all crowded with people at this moment.

Rainy days are arguably the most miserable time of year in Hell's Kitchen.

It also shows the darkest period of time in New York, an apparently international metropolis.

Just walked thirty-four blocks.

Seven or eight black trucks happened to be driving towards us from a distance.

Fisk stood at the intersection expressionlessly, trying to hail a taxi.

I saw it on several trucks.

Dozens of people came down in a mighty procession.

All of them were small, discolored, and withered Mexicans.

They did not carry any weapons.

But the waist is bulging.

Seeing them, Fisk narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

But these Mexicans had no intention of paying any attention to him.

Under the leadership of a middle-aged man.

Walking quickly towards the depths of Hell's Kitchen.

Not long after, they disappeared at the intersection, and the black truck turned around and drove away.

Fisk glanced at the white suit he was wearing.

He left Hell's Kitchen as if nothing had happened.

It was not long ago that the Mexicans had clashed with the Irish.

Both sides are now sending reinforcements to the kitchen.

Last night, there were dozens of new faces in the area controlled by the Irish.

What might the Mexicans have sensed?

It is normal to send people to provide support.

Nothing to be surprised about.

The rain hit the cement and asphalt roads, and the thick water vapor enveloped the city like a thick fog. Walking on the crosswalk, the ground was full of water. Fisk had to be careful and extra careful to ensure that he did not step into the thick puddles.

Looking up and around, the majestic water vapor not only covers the streets in the distance, but also hides the towering skyscrapers.

For the first time, the entire city of New York was silent except for the sound of the falling rain.

The restaurant that Mrs. Stacy booked was a sky restaurant.