Marvel Administrative Officer

Chapter 40 Jack in Action ([-])
This is Fisk's first visit to Long Island.

Perhaps Fisk had longed for this place when he was young, but when he really had the capital, he chose to stay away from it.

Because he knows where he came from and where his final destination is!
Long Island is like a gentle town, which will only hinder his hegemony.

The reason why Fisk came to Long Island today was because of Jack's invitation.

Affected by past life memories, Jack would hate Fisk most of the time, after all Fisk is a big villain.But when the plot became life, Jack found that he needed this villain very much.

Jack's office in the Long Island Manor is very simple. Except for choosing a comfortable office chair, Cheney has arranged all the furnishings and decorations by himself.

And Qieyou is obviously a simple style. In the big office, apart from Jack's desk, there is a whole sofa for meeting guests, a few pots of green plants and a bookcase for decoration. Apart from that, there is nothing else. other things.

When Cheney led the burly Fisk into the office, Jack immediately showed an exaggerated smile,

"Fisk, I'm so glad you accepted my invitation. Would you like some whiskey? This is a treasure in my father's collection."

Jack said as he walked towards the liquor cabinet.

"No, alcohol only affects people's will. I only drink plain water."

"Well, Fisk, I think you should take it easy, the world is a good place, we all have a big future, and you're going to lose a lot of fun if you don't drink,"

Jack poured himself a glass of wine, and then said to Cheney who was waiting by the side,

"Please bring Mr. Fisk a glass of water."

Cheney responded and walked out of the office.

Jack held the wine glass and invited Fisk to sit down on the reception sofa.

Fisk's huge body made the sofa creak, which made Fisk a little embarrassed.

"Jack, you didn't invite me to come to persuade me to drink."

"Of course not, we have more important things to talk about, but please don't rush."

At this moment, Cheney came in again with the white water in his hand. Jack waited for him to put down the white water and motioned him to leave the office.

"Let's get down to business now, I've quit my job at City Hall,"

"You want to tell me that now we have no basis for cooperation? What you said has become nonsense again!" Fisk was full of anger.

"No, dear Fisk, I just think this is the beginning of our cooperation. First of all, let me express my respect to you. You are a genius. How did you come up with the idea of ​​​​renovating Hell's Kitchen through demolition and reconstruction?"

Jack flattered him without blushing,
Sure enough, the calm Fisk's anger disappeared, and he couldn't help showing a little complacency, but he quickly suppressed this emotion,
"Genius ideas still don't get me to the poker table."

Fisk still remembers Jack's face when he changed his mind.

Jack is slightly embarrassed, but politicians are usually shameless.

"Then we'll start dealing the cards ourselves."

"I would like to hear more about it." Fisk finally showed interest.

"The transformation of Hell's Kitchen requires money and strength. We have these two things ourselves. Why do we need the city hall to issue cards?"

Fisk was silent. It is of course good to get rid of the city hall and do it alone. No one wants to have a grandpa on his head, but is it really that easy?
Jack looked at the silent Fisk, knowing that the time had come, he downed the wine in his glass and said loudly,
"I could put a $1 million investment into Fisker and we'll do it ourselves."

Fisk smiled coldly,

"$1 million is not enough to remodel the entire Hell's Kitchen!"

"But it's enough for you to chase away Jason and Alexie."

Currently, there are three biggest forces in Hell's Kitchen, Jason, Alexa, and Fiske. They outnumber the other two, and Hell's Kitchen is naturally Fiske's world alone.

But, is there really such a good thing in the world?

"what do you want."

Fisk asked in a deep voice.

"I need a lot of people, a lot of legitimate Americans with no bad habits."

"I'm not in the population business for now."

"No, no, no, I don't want you to break the laws of the United States. What I need is a group of street brothers to form a mutant club. They must have high obedience, and it is best to have a little blood."

"Hell's Kitchen has never lacked bloody men, but does this have something to do with our cooperation? Mutants will not come to Hell's Kitchen."

"This is about me."

Fisk pondered for a moment, then hummed, "Happy cooperation."

"Good cooperation, but aren't you curious about what I want to do?"

Jack didn't expect Fisk to be so happy.

"As long as $1 million arrives in the account, you are free to do whatever you want. People who are too curious usually have a short life span."

Look, that's why Jack wanted to work with Fisk, who was born on the street and was much quicker than white men.

After reaching a cooperation agreement, Fisk left Long Island. He hated this place, and if he stayed for a long time, he couldn't help but want to destroy it.

After seeing off Fisk, Cheney came to Jack's office, he was a little puzzled,
"Boss, I don't quite understand why we gave him money. 1 million US dollars can do a lot of things."

Jack waved his hand to signal Cheney to sit down, but he stood up and poured Cheney a glass of wine.

"Money will be useful most of the time, such as just now, I saved a lot of time with $1 million, but sometimes it is useless, such as when it is in the bank."

"We could have formed our own mutant faction, believe me, Boss! Maybe that would be enough for just a few million dollars."

"If you are asked to organize, how long will it take? A week, a month or a year?" Jack chuckled, and then said, "The organization work at the grassroots level is usually very difficult. We don't have street experience, and it will waste a lot of money." Time, but now we need to buy time."

"I still don't quite understand why we're in such a hurry, and I don't think it's a good idea to be on the mutant side right now."

Jack nodded in agreement. He liked that his subordinates would have different opinions so that he could avoid some mistakes, but the person at the helm must be himself.

"Cheney, I've made a bet, let's get to work, we'll be very busy in the future."

"Okay, boss."

After finishing his drink, Cheney bowed and left the office.

Jack rubbed the desk lightly, knowing in his heart that no friend, subordinate or enemy would understand what he was doing at this moment.

The complexity of the relationship between mutants and humans makes politicians discouraged, but it also makes mutants lack supporters in the upper class of America, which is a blank field.

If the professor can break through the Lake Akali base and bring back information about the persecution of mutants, most Americans will definitely reflect on it, then what Jack is doing now will have huge political benefits, at least the mutants will regard Jack as himself spokesperson.

This will allow Jack to emerge quickly.

Using gold and powerful street power to form a grassroots organization, no matter what those street people are thinking, Jack needs them to act, so that mutants can see that when he can be the most difficult, there is another person on their side.

Getting the basics done is just the beginning, Jack still has a lot to do.

　Ask for collection, ask for recommendation.

　　Life is not easy for new writers.

　　


(End of this chapter)