marvel monster

Chapter 7 Wilson Fisk

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door, and Mrs. Samantha, who was somewhat drowsy, was awakened by the knock on the door. .

A flash of confusion flashed in her eyes, but she came to her senses after a moment. She said "Wait a minute" and prepared to get up to open the door. But at the moment when Mrs. Samantha was about to get up, Naginitang saved Samantha. He shook his head and said with determination on his young face: "No!"

Mrs. Samantha was stunned, but she didn't think much, but touched Naginitang's head: "Honey, I just went to open the door."

There was a flash of hesitation in Naginitang's eyes, and he thought for a moment: "I don't care, you have to take me with you anyway."

Mrs. Samantha is a very important person in his life. From the time he can remember, Mrs. Samantha has always been his relative.

The man outside the door is very dangerous. It is impossible for him to let Mrs. Samantha see him alone. If the man is a thug, if the man poses a threat to Mrs. Samantha's life?

Naginitang let Mrs. Samantha hold his little hand. His eyes flashed with a cold light that was almost like that of a poisonous snake, and at the same time, his venom glands began to secrete deadly venom.

He promised that if the other party really had any bad thoughts, he would make the other party pay the price, even if he risked being exposed.

"crunch~~"

The door opened, and there stood a man who looked like a wall. Judging from his face, he was not very old, but his figure was unusually burly. He looked like a sumo wrestler, but The difference is that sumo wrestlers are all fat, while this man is all muscles.

There was a flash of doubt in Mrs. Samantha's eyes. She looked at the man as tall as a wall in front of her: "Who are you?"

There was a shy smile on the man's face, and he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Mrs. Samantha, it's me, Wilson Fisk. You forgot, you used to be the one who always served me rice in a big bowl. boy?"

Mrs. Samantha looked a little dazed. She seemed to be remembering something, but after a moment, a bright smile appeared on her face: "I remember, you are Wilson, yes, you are Wilson, come in quickly, I didn’t expect you to be so old now, but you are still as strong as you were when you were little. I remember Marlene and Bill took you away at that time, how are they doing now?”

Wilson's face darkened instantly. He shook his head and said slightly coldly: "Mrs. Samantha, they are dead. They died in a car accident."

Looking stunned, Mrs. Samantha patted Wilson's strong shoulder and comforted:

"Sorry kid, I didn't know what happened. If you don't mind, I still have half a bottle of cheap red wine here. By the way, this is Naginitang, he is your brother."

Wilson was stunned. He looked down at Naginitang, and a strange look flashed in his eyes: "Brother?"

Mrs. Samantha ignored the weird flash in Wilson's eyes, and she enthusiastically led Wilson in.

A drab, but very cozy cabin.

Mrs. Samantha poured a glass of cheap red wine for Wilson. She stroked Naginitang's silky hair, with a flash of pride in her eyes:

"Yes, in the fifth year after you left, I met Nagini, who was still a little baby. He was as smart and sensible as you, but unfortunately he was not as strong as you. I baked cookies this afternoon, but I didn't know if they would be suitable. Your appetite."

Fifth year away? Little baby Nagini? Is he as smart as you?

This man, who was stronger than a brown bear before hibernation, had an extremely happy smile on his face at this moment. He couldn't help but boast: "Don't worry, Mrs. Samantha, your biscuits will always be my favorite food. "

"You're still as good at talking as before."

Mrs. Samantha smiled broadly. She lowered her head and patted the back of Naginitang's hand: "Child, don't be afraid. Wilson is just stronger, but he is a good boy."

As she said that, Mrs. Samantha handed over a plate of cookies, along with the cheap red wine:

"Do you want to watch TV? I remember you didn't have a TV at that time, so you would go to other people's houses to watch TV every day. It made me go to the neighbor's house to look for you every day."

Wilson was stunned. A blush appeared on the face of this sturdy man. He couldn't help shouting in embarrassment: "Mrs. Samantha, stop talking. I feel so ashamed."

Mrs. Samantha laughed, with a bit of pride on her face: "Okay, I won't say anything anymore. It's so late, do you want to stay here tonight?"

She is very happy today. She has opened the Angel Orphanage for decades, and many people have come to see her, but Wilson and Naginitang are definitely among the children she has raised over the years, and they have left a deep memory on her. Several of them.

The arrival of Naginitang every Friday night gave Mrs. Samantha the motivation to live.

Wilson's appearance was the best gift at the end of her life.

She was so happy tonight.

Facing Mrs. Samantha's invitation, Wilson's eyes flashed with hesitation: "Is it okay?"

Samantha didn't know what Wilson was thinking, but she knew one thing: "Of course, this is your home! But you have to make your own bed. There is a canopy bed upstairs. You can put it together yourself."

After a few words of conversation, the atmosphere in the Angel Orphanage became warm and harmonious again.

The only thing that made Mrs. Samantha feel a little dissatisfied was that Naginitang was too shy today.

Wilson didn't care. He knew how much his physique was a deterrent to normal kids.

As for Naginitang?

He felt very uncomfortable now, and the aura exuding from Wilson made his hair stand on end.

This stems from the Basilisk's keen intuition. He can feel the terrifying aura exuding from Wilson's body. This feeling is like a tiger standing next to a little lamb.

Although the tiger was not interested in the little lamb, the aura exuded by the tiger made the little lamb uneasy.

Nagini was very confused. Wilson was obviously not an ordinary person. If he gave himself some time to grow, he would not be afraid of Wilson, but he was just a baby snake now.

Although he has never tried it, Naginitang has a strong feeling that even if he injects all the venom into the opponent's body, the opponent will not die. His venom can be used against ordinary people, but against the monster in front of him, the infantile I am still too weak.

Fortunately, judging from the current situation, there is no conflict of interest between the two parties.

Otherwise, facing a monster of this level, I really don’t know what to do.

Late at night, around nine o'clock, seeing Naginitang drowsy, Wilson patted Mrs. Samantha on the shoulder, with a serious look in his eyes: "Mrs. Samantha, there is something I want to tell you. Tell me."

Mrs. Samantha woke up from half-consciousness. She looked at Wilson slightly confused: "Tell me, child, anything, as long as I can do it."

She was very sleepy. It was not a good habit for a 75-year-old woman to stay up late and watch TV. Besides, she had drank a large glass of red wine before.

Staring at Mrs. Samantha in front of him, Wilson's eyes flashed with thoughts.

He remembered that it was more than ten years ago. Although Mrs. Samantha had gray hair at that time, she was beautiful, kind, and exuded the graceful temperament of a noble lady.

More than ten years later, Mrs. Samantha no longer has black hair, has a lot of fat on her face, and is no longer healthy.

He knows why this is, aging is part of the reason, but there is a more important problem, and this time he came to Los Angeles to solve this problem:

"Mrs. Samantha, when my parents left, they left me a fairly considerable inheritance. I came here mainly because I heard that you were sick."

Mrs. Samantha was stunned for a moment, then she frowned and a look of seriousness flashed in her eyes:

"I'm not sick."

Wilson shook his head and persuaded: "Mrs. Samantha, I know a good doctor. He said it can be treated. Don't worry about the money. I will take care of it."

A stern look flashed in Mrs. Samantha's eyes. She turned to look at the big man in front of her who could fit two or three of herself inside, and shouted with a serious expression: "Wilson, let me say it again, I am not sick! I am fine!! "

Wilson opened his mouth, and there was a flash of struggle in his eyes: "Mrs. Samantha, listen to me..."

But Mrs. Samantha didn't give Wilson a chance to explain at all: "That's enough, stop talking, Wilson. If you just come to visit me, I welcome you. This will always be your home. But if it's something else, this is not the place." Welcome."

"So whether you want to spend a pleasant evening here with me, an old lady, or leave now, it's your choice."

Wilson opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally sighed.