Marvel Nephalem

"unnecessary"

James Wesley, who was enjoying a massage by a stewardess on a private flight, frowned slightly and kept repeating Dennis Luther's reply: "No need..."

With a white towel draped on his back, he repeated these words over and over again, appearing to be chattering away, but it was also showing his inner frustration and fear of what he was going to face next.

The phone on the table buzzed. He quickly picked it up and looked through the text message from Marlena: "Luther doesn't think he should be too involved with the Emperor Group. I'm sorry James, are you okay?"

James Wesley adjusted his glasses. First he entered something incorrectly and then deleted it. He tried to let himself rest for a while to relax the nerves that had been tense for two months, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw that heart-stopping illusion. , this is all thanks to Clark Kent.

In the studio, the talk show celebrity that James Wesley and N had contacted in advance was suppressed by Clark with his super power. He could predict that the next few nights would be quite difficult. The illusions and mental pressure that the studio desperately resisted would torture him like maggots attached to his bones for some time.

Clark Kent's goal was achieved. He used his irresistible superpower to force himself to be unable to participate in the debate. He failed to say anything about the benefits of urban construction and reform in Clinton District or the benefits to the middle and upper classes.

Instead, Clark gained the trust and support of the lower-class people in the Clinton district. This old-school revenge-style threat drama is always favored by a large number of lower-class people in the United States.

Precisely because this is how people want to live, when they climb to the upper echelons of society, they can still maintain their distinct personality of love and hate. Although they know it is just a show, most people at the bottom still let themselves believe it.

Because that is the dream that people least want to give up.

Once upon a time, James was keen on wielding the media stick to make his opponents cry, and it worked every time. He also thought about his response plan when he was besieged by the media, but when the day finally came to him, he felt powerless. feel.

Once a reputation is ruined, it is difficult to build it up again.

Clark's words may only affect the Imperial Group's reputation in the Clinton District, but the most important and urgent transaction for the Imperial Group at the moment is related to the barren land that is criticized by New York.

While James Wesley was still distressed by his failure, a Japanese man dressed as a waiter stood quietly behind him: "Sir, we will arrive at JFK International Airport in half an hour, where should we go next?"

The Japanese waiter stood with his hands hanging behind James, and a small Japanese dagger slipped out of his sleeve.

James Wesley did not notice the murderous intention of the Japanese waiter. He took a deep breath to cheer up and said, "Go back to the headquarters."

Hearing this, the Japanese waiter put away the short sword in his sleeve and said with a smile: "Yes, Your Excellency."

A moment later, James Wesley, who stepped off the Dassault Falcon 7x business jet, was escorted by bodyguards who had been waiting for a long time in the airport. He walked towards the convoy of business jets that were guarding the business jets in a pocket formation, and got into a white car in the middle. Painted Kaibo Herr Shield SUV.

Made of two layers of 6.5mm steel plates and 76mm bullet-proof glass, this safety vehicle specially designed for national leaders is strong enough to withstand damage caused by any civilian weapons and most military light weapons to the vehicle's occupants.

Obviously, the people in the car are not ordinary people.

He was a huge man with a fleshy face. Although his fat appearance was very intimidating, he was overall well-dressed but did not look bloated.

After sitting in the car, James Wesley breathed a sigh of relief as if he was receiving an amnesty after seeing the tall man. He held the tall man's shoulder with one hand and said, "Thank God, it's you who are here."

The burly man looked at James calmly, smiled kindly and said, "You are my good brother, Wesley. No one can touch you, not even the Hand."

Hearing these words, James Wesley felt reassured. He smiled and said: "Yes, after all, you are the famous Kingpin, and all the gangsters in New York will give you Wilson Fisk face."

Wilson Fisk just kept smiling. He raised his hand to signal the driver to drive. The driver with a snake-shaped tattoo on his face glanced at the co-pilot whose neck was twisted behind his back. The man in a Japanese suit, who was already cold, helped him straighten his head. Just started the car.

This scene was seen by James from behind. He took out a bottle of whiskey from the portable refrigerator, thought about it and put it back. He said to Fisk: "Sure enough, I shouldn't take the risk of accepting the cooperation of the Substitute Association to acquire the Clinton District. , I should wait until you come back before making a decision."

Wilson Fisk tapped Wesley on the shoulder and told him to relax. Seeing Wesley gradually regaining his composure, he said: "I have never questioned your ability in business, and I never will in the future. You didn't take any risks." , it’s just that an unexpected variable appeared, a variable that is difficult to solve by conventional means.”

"variable"

Wesley was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Clark Kent, a man who was supposed to have been dead for more than 20 years, suddenly appeared and became a super human. He left me helpless. I thought he was just like Steve Rogers. He is still stronger than ordinary people, but I didn't expect that he also has the ability to scare people and create hallucinations..."

At this point, Wesley seemed to have remembered something and asked Wilson Fisk: "By the way, have you seen the video I got from Hell's Kitchen before?"

Wilson Fisk sat up straight and said with a solemn expression: "Well, those Spanish mercenaries are retired soldiers of the Foreign Legion recruited by Dennis Luther from Spain. I would not be surprised to say that they can kill Steve Rogers. But all I saw in the entire video was that they were making mistakes."

In the end, Wesley couldn't resist the temptation of whiskey. He took out two small glasses and poured a glass for each of them. Then he said: "Yes, those Spanish people kept calling diablo devil. I didn't understand it at first. But after experiencing it myself, I really don’t know how to kill him.”

"Wesley, we've been working together for more than ten years."

Wilson Fisk, who had a sinister face, still had that solemn expression, just like the light of wisdom flashing in his eyes: "If anyone can easily defeat any of us, it can only be the one who understands us the most and is the easiest to understand us. I have no clue what to do with him."

Having said this, Wilson Fisk paused for a moment, sniffed the whiskey in the glass, and then continued: "I know Dennis Luther to a certain extent. Although he fell down twice in front of Clark Kent a few days ago, Somersault, but he is a person who refuses to admit defeat, just like when he assisted Joey Bode to clean up the New York gangsters, he can always find ways to kill powerful enemies."

"Wilson, that nigger who thinks he lives in the upper class, just wants Liv's inheritance to squander with Marlena."

James Wesley drank the whiskey in his glass and sighed: "He will not cooperate with us."

"Then leave him cornered."

Wilson handed the glass of whiskey in his hand to James Wesley and continued: "You have to cooperate with us."