American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

This time Aaron and others got acquainted with Eagle Eye, and they even cleared monsters together. This was considered a formal acquaintance. Although they didn't have much time to talk, their impressions of each other were pretty good. If there was a chance, they could maintain their friendship and watch Eagle Eye. I mean, I don’t exclude the opportunity to cooperate again.

Especially Aron, after brushing Bullseye and Maozi Brothers this time, he is one step closer to facing Madam Gao directly.

If Hawkeye can be a help, the odds of winning will undoubtedly improve.

Not to mention the addition of Hawkeye, it means more attention from SHIELD. Hawkeye himself is also very powerful. It is not just as simple as bow and arrow output, but also has various powerful special arrows to assist, which can also cause damage to Madam Gao. threaten.

This is the so-called martial arts, no matter how high you are, you can knock him down with one shot.

At the current stage where only the intermediate lottery has been opened, Aaron will not be superstitious about his own force at all, because he is far from the point where he can attribute his power to himself without fake external objects. There are too many technological products that can check and balance personal force.

In turn, there is room to rely on external objects to strengthen oneself.

The five fingers of the Hand Club are different. After all, they are otherworldly existences hundreds of years ago. At that time, extraordinary personal strength was indeed like great power, superior to the ordinary. Hundreds of years of inertia also made Madam Gao and others People, especially Mrs. Gao herself, an old witch who has been practicing for hundreds of years, deep down in her heart, what she believes in most and relies on most is her personal strength.

This also gives Aaron something he can use to try to close the gap between the two sides in terms of external forces.

Just how to invite everyone to spawn monsters together when the time comes, we still can’t tell what level of boss this monster is, and we need to have a plan.

You can't drag people into a trap, use them as cannon fodder, just to see what the boss looks like. Just run once and run away, and then we will never have contact with each other again. That's not a problem. How to implement it needs further work. Plot.

In the early morning, not long after Aaron and others finished brushing Bullseye and Maozi Brothers.

Manhattan, some high-rise building somewhere on the Upper East Side.

A penthouse luxury apartment with no lights on in the entire apartment.

Although Wilson Fisk is at home, he is still dressed in formal clothes, including a shirt, suit, vest, trousers and leather shoes. His huge body of over 200 kilograms does not appear bloated at all, but is extremely powerful.

The boss sat quietly on the sofa, occupying a seat for two people, and sank deeply into the sofa. He held a thick cigar in his mouth. He just inhaled and made a puff sound, and the cigar burst out. Seeing a short length, the flaming red cigarette butt reflected Wilson Fisk's calm face, and was quickly surrounded by smoke.

Although he was just sitting there quietly, if there were other people around, he would definitely feel that Wilson Fisk was not calm. It was like the last calm before the volcano erupted, and like a giant beast that was about to become furious. With just a look, ordinary people might not be aware of it. All are as silent as cicadas.

The ringtone of the cell phone suddenly broke the silence that seemed to freeze the air. Wilson Fisk took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, gently put the cigar on the ashtray, took out the cell phone from his suit vest pocket, and looked at He glanced at it, picked it up and put it to his ear. He paused for a moment before saying in a deep voice: "It's me."

"Sir, there is still no news. Bullseye has completely lost contact, as if he disappeared out of thin air."

From the earphones of the mobile phone, James Wesley's voice was still calm, but could not help but bring out a hint of anxiety.

After hearing this, Wilson Fisk's eyes trembled slightly involuntarily, and he was silent for a long time before asking again: "Where is Lankhoff?"

"Similarly, most of the members of the Rankohof Brotherhood, as well as the subordinates of other partners including us, and even the two brothers themselves, are all missing. The rest are not in Rankohof tonight. Even the people in my husband’s company don’t know what happened.”

"Sir, have we provoked any federal law enforcement agency? But there is no news. Who among the DEA and FBI can do such a thing without any warning?"

"It's not from the Federation." When Wilson Fisk heard this, his face became a little unbearable. He was so gloomy that he could condense water, but he still tried his best to maintain his mood and said in a deep voice: "There is such a secret service organization called Strategy The Sexual Homeland Intervention, Implementation and Logistics Bureau is affiliated with the World Security Council and is stationed in the United States. It specializes in handling extraordinary incidents around the world. It is the most powerful. I can think of anyone with this kind of power who directly engages in affairs without any interest. This organization has the greatest possibility of taking action.”

Wilson Fisk has a lot of connections, and he even knows about the existence of SHIELD. James Wesley doesn’t have a clear understanding, but Wilson Fisk knows that, as James Wesley said, he has messed with the good guys. Big trouble.

James Wesley's voice brought a hint of doubt: "Sir, if, as you said, this strategy... what kind of situation, isn't it just to deal with such extraordinary events? Then how could it be... Hiss, could it be Mrs. Gao? ?”

Wilson Fisk was silent, and after a while he said in a deep voice: "It's a reasonable explanation."

"Sure enough, you were right to suspect that Mrs. Gao had a problem, but I didn't expect..." James Wesley's voice was filled with more disbelief, and even his three views were impacted.

James Wesley never expected that the so-called problem turned out to be such an unscientific problem. He was a good strategist of the vital social group. Suddenly, the big boss told him that there are super powers in this world. Not the kind that bends spoons or performs tricks, but something worthy of such an effort, as if there really are gods and demons in the world. James Wesley only felt that his whole body was not good.

But James Wesley is also a man with a tough and decisive mind. He has developed the habit over the years to put aside things that he can't figure out, always let himself move, and maintain sharp thinking and positive action.

James Wesley tried his best to restrain the ridiculous feeling in his heart, turned his attention to the matter in front of him, and asked in a deep voice: "Sir, assuming that an enemy is targeting us and we have lost the Bullseye, Lan But the Hoff brothers have all folded in, and all the previous plans have been disrupted. The situation is not good, and we must respond immediately. So, how should we respond in the next step? How to choose? "

But James Wesley still didn't directly express his thoughts. He was just a strategist who made suggestions. He needed his master to give general directions and set strategic goals before he could formulate corresponding tactics.

Wilson Fisk needs to make a decision, and then James Wesley will put forward specific opinions. Whether it is war or peace, Wilson Fisk has the final say, and James Wesley has the final say on how to fight and make peace.