There are many other friends who I haven’t visited yet. I bought a camera and a video camera, so I can’t let them go to waste.

………………………………

Brooklyn.

Fisk sat on the chair in the first office he owned when he became the boss for the first time for a long time.

Years of work as president had worn down his originally strong body, and now he actually felt a little unable to sit on this chair, which was so loose at the time.

The club members outside the door entered the room one by one. After everyone looked up at Fisk, they stopped looking up and hid their expressions in the shadows.

Their former boss was famous for his daring in thinking and doing, but he was actually able to achieve it.

Now that he has become president, there is no need to question anything.

Just be obedient. This is the common thought of almost all the little bosses.

"Mr. Fisk, we have prepared everything according to your instructions. Now, we can leave at any time."

It's not good to call me boss. I'd rather call him president. I guess he won't be happy either. The place and occasion are not right, so I'd better just call him Mr. Fisk. At least there's nothing wrong with it.

Pulling away from the memory of the past, Fisk looked up at the subordinate in front of him whom he could not name, and nodded calmly.

"Well, you all have dispersed the transaction information. Has anyone taken the bait?"

His subordinates reported a few names, and Fisk nodded openly, but in his heart he had no impression of these names at all.

ah……

He was once the king of evil, but now he no longer knows the names and spheres of influence of his colleagues.

"Leave it to you. In short, when that woman appears, don't resist. Just give her the phone number. Do you understand?"

"Yeah! Got it."

"Get out."

"yes."

They came in one by one and went out in piles. The captains, who didn’t know any of the big characters, so they couldn’t get into the real upper echelons of the club, seemed to pay homage to their remains. When everyone left, they looked up again.

A glance at Fisk.

Who said mixed societies have no future?

Look what our boss is doing now!

………………

At about two o'clock in the morning that night, in a not-so-busy underground parking lot, two groups of people were looking at each other from a distance of more than 20 meters.

The buyers standing near the door are an emerging social group that has only grown up in the past two or three years. They are in a period of brutal expansion and are full of vitality!

And standing further inside the parking lot are the "backward" groups left over from Fisker's past.

The two parties were originally peers and enemies. It was the kind of relationship where water and fire were incompatible and they would fight each other when they met.

And the reason why they can confront each other so harmoniously and peacefully at this time is, besides money, money.

"Hey! Dante, how long are you going to wait?"

The leader standing at the front of the buyer's side frowned and shouted: "Don't you guys have contacted other buyers?"

"Watch your mouth, Hal, if you don't want to die."

"Oh, I don't want to die, that means you want to die."

"Come on. Come and try, you big ****!"

"Does your arm still hurt? Is my baseball bat good~"

"Tell me when you get your teeth next time. You know I'm the best at pulling out your teeth, right?"

…

As "old acquaintances", two people who have sent each other to the hospital more than once, and even faced each other in court, naturally have to get over it first when they meet.

The two eldest brothers were quarreling with each other, and naturally the younger brothers couldn't just watch. As a result, the situation became more and more uncontrollable, and the temperature became more and more "hot".

It wasn't until the two leading brothers finally remembered what their respective bosses had told them, shut their mouths, and stepped forward to control their men that the two parties, who were almost touching each other, returned to their respective positions at the beginning.

"Okay, Dante. I don't want to talk so much nonsense to you. I just want to ask you, do you want to do this deal or not.

Give me an answer. If you say no, I'll leave right away. If you want it, the money is here.

Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Ha... If my boss hadn't told me, I would have sent you away completely today! What a deal...

"Of course. Of course the transaction must continue."

Seeing that the time has passed the trading time, he has delayed it for more than twenty minutes. If he delays it any longer, even if the other party does not run away, he will start fighting directly.

Looking around, no one else was here, so Dante could only follow the trend.

…

Both parties carefully sent two boys each to carry the boxes, and two others followed to escort them.

After checking each other, the younger brothers on both sides turned around and gave their eldest brother a look.

"Okay, Dante. It's rare that you keep your word. Next time we meet, I'll spare your life."

Buyer Hal tossed his hair: "Let's go."

He backed out of the parking lot in three steps. Long after the sound of the car disappeared, Dante was still standing there, as if he was thinking about something or waiting for someone.

"Boss, if we don't go back, it might be too late."

After waiting for three minutes, the younger brother with whom I had a relatively good relationship plucked up the courage to remind him.

"Yeah. I know."

Dante looked up again, but still saw no one.

What Boss explained was a complete failure...

"Let's go."

There is no point in waiting any longer. Mr. Fisk is a very busy man right now. During the period when he "disappeared" from the presidential palace, I don't know how much effort it took to cover it up.

But you can't let him wait for you.

All the boys got on the bus one by one and prepared to leave through another passage.

The car just started, boom!

A crashing sound came from above, and a blond woman carrying a black box broke through the ceiling above her head and stepped directly on the hood of their lead car.

Snap!

The box was smashed against the windshield and washing powder was scattered everywhere.

Just when the woman raised her fist and wanted to punch the car, Dante finally reacted and got out of the car window with his cell phone in hand and shouted: "Wait a minute! Madam! We are just waiting for you.

Coming!!

Cell phone! This cell phone!”

Um?

Captain Marvel frowned slightly, flew over, and took the phone from Dante's trembling hands.

Press the only number saved in advance, and soon the call will be picked up.

"Hello...ma'am..."

"Who are you? If you are begging for mercy, then let it go."

A somewhat distorted voice came intermittently from the other side: "...it's not important...Lion...do you want...to kill him...come..."

Remaining silent, Captain Marvel wrote down the address mentioned by the person on the phone, and then crushed the phone in his hand.

Turning to look at the people hiding in the car, Captain Marvel asked: "He asked you to do these."

"Yes, yes!"

"Those things are true too."

"Yes, yes!"

"Okay. Then you didn't die unjustly."

Um?
Chapter completed!