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

Just like the food chain, none of them can be missing.

Pulling the bolt, the Mexican began to examine the gun more carefully.

The new guy was counting the money, and he relaxed. Since he was willing to pay, it meant that the other party was here to buy something, not to cause trouble: "Don't worry, all the springs, mechanisms... I have checked them carefully, there is no problem, he is definitely a good guy!"

"No bullets?"

"Give me a box, and the rest, the rest are fifteen cents a pop!"

Bullets packed in waterproof sealed bags were thrown over.

Thrown from the front cockpit.

The bullets kept clanging in the sealed bag.

Although the 5.45mm brass bullet has been simply cleaned, the eye-catching black oil can still be seen on the cartridge case.

It should... most likely... still be able to be used normally!

The Mexican nodded.

He stuffed the bullets into the bag and took out a magazine full of bullets from the bag.

The young Slav youth did not notice this step.

All his attention was on his hands.

The roll of US dollars in his hand, in addition to the ten-dollar denominations, actually also contained small one-dollar denominations. He had to sort and calculate them to make sure that he had not received less money.

After all, his commission is also involved, so he can't be careless.

The old guy sitting in the front saw this scene in the rearview mirror.

"what are you doing?"

He yelled, placing his hand on the pistol beside his trouser leg.

But the Mexican had already replaced the magazine and was pulling the bolt at the same time.

"Go to hell, you stinky hairy bear!"

The 5.45mm caliber bullet pierced the Slavic youth's chest.

Even so, he was wearing a bulletproof vest underneath his tight leather jacket.

But in front of a large-caliber rifle, there is no difference between a bulletproof vest and cardboard.

The bullet pierced his body and also the seat in front of him.

The old guy immediately drew his gun and fought back.

But because of the seat and the seat belt, he completely lost the chance to resist.

Blood splattered onto the guns stored in the trunk.

The magazine was empty.

The Mexican grinned and wiped the fingerprints off the gun with his clothes and threw it into the trunk. "Thank you for the gun, a black gun with no record."

As he spoke, he picked up the other two bags of ammunition in the carriage and quickly disappeared to the corner of the street.

Half an hour later.

He walked into a convenience store in Brooklyn.

Melanie sat behind the counter yawning bored.

There were not many people in the convenience store. After the Mexican came in, he looked around, walked to the counter, and threw the two bags in his hands behind the counter.

Melanie looked up at him.

There were already a lot of bags piled up behind the counter, and once these two bags were thrown in, the counter was almost level with the floor.

Melanie reached out and pulled out an envelope and two neatly rolled up US dollars.

The Mexican took the envelope and the money without even looking at them and walked away.

Melanie wiped the blood off the bag with disgust.

These Mexican killers are really unscrupulous.

Fortunately, they were skilled, decisive and ruthless in their actions. In just half a day, they eliminated more than a dozen Russian mobile gun stalls.

I don’t know where the boss found these Mexican killers.

In fact, Fisker doesn't have such ability.

These people are all from the Yashida family.

They are not Mexicans either, but they are all South Americans. They just look more like Mexicans and even wear special makeup.

With the idea of ​​not wasting anything.

Fisk launched an indiscriminate sweep of New York's underground arms black market.

Of course, most of them are Russians.

After all, they are the largest underground gun dealers in New York.

This was not some impromptu robbery.

It was a premeditated massacre.

The purpose was also clear, which was to provoke confrontation between the Russians and Mexicans.

Ophelia said she tamed the Mexican.

The subtext is to tell Fisk that the Mexicans are my people and you should not touch them.

"But, what the hell does this have to do with me?"

Fisk completely ignored her words. Even though he used the phone number given by the woman, it didn't mean that they were really partners.

If I had the chance, I would still kill that woman.

Well, you can kill me after you’re done.

In addition, Fisk is not only targeting Russian industries.

It's just that the means are different.

Ena Maynard walked into the luxury store wearing high heels and carrying a shoulder bag. She was wearing all branded clothes, which made the clerk in charge of reception light up.

He hurried to the side, poured a glass of champagne, and greeted Ena Maynard with a smile.

Ena Maynard took the champagne expressionlessly.

While drinking, he asked the clerk to take out all the most expensive items in the store.

This made the clerk even more excited.

Without much hesitation, although there was still a smile on his face, there was an indescribable greed in his eyes...

In her opinion, Ena Maynard was no longer a person, but a fat sheep.

Bags, clothes, jewelry, and even ordinary-looking clothes and pants.

They are all covered with a layer of gorgeous colors under the expensive labels.

Ena Maynard looked at the clothes.

All the while calculating in my mind which of these things I could buy with my salary.

She only discovered it after the final calculation.

Except for an extremely ugly handbag, she had to spend at least two or three months' salary, or 20,000 to 30,000 US dollars, to buy anything else.

And, even if it is a whole year's salary.

It was just enough for her to afford a pair of shoes and two bags.

If you add in the Malaysian amethyst pink diamond gold watch that made her so happy, three years’ salary combined would not be enough!

Ena Maynard kept muttering in her heart.

His fingers greedily caressed these luxury items.

There is no woman who doesn't like luxury.

It’s just that some things you’re not born with, and it’s hard to have them in the future.

But fortunately, it’s not her money that she’s spending here today.

She reached out and pulled out her checkbook, and without even looking at it, she wrote down a series of zeros. Her movements were so graceful that she felt a little surreal, as if she were dreaming.

However, she felt a little discouraged when she thought that even if she worked under Fisk for ten years, she might not be able to earn so much salary.

"When you get back, you must ask your boss for a raise."

"Last time, even though I was injured, I only got an extra 500 dollars a month."

The checkbook is from Citibank in Manhattan, which is a branch of Citibank but has a special status.

Because it is very close to Wall Street.

Many large-scale asset transfers in the financial center take place from here.

It is known as the back garden of Wall Street.

The clerk saw that it was a check from this bank.

My eyes immediately lit up, and I became even more certain that this woman must be an executive of a listed company or the lover of one of the executives.

However, verification is still required.

These luxury items are worth millions of dollars.

Although, these things will be discounted after leaving the store.

But as long as they are in the store, the value of these things will generally not be discounted.

Because when entering the country, taxes are paid according to the original price.

Soon, the bank called and confirmed that the checkbook number was genuine.

And verified the code on the reverse side of the cheque book.

There was no electronic payment in this era.