Marvel's Cultivator

Jinbin Building

Wilson Grant Fisk, also known as Kim Bin, stood in front of the French windows of his office, wearing an oversized white suit and holding a lit cigar in his hand.

He looked at the police cars coming and going on the avenue downstairs, and said, "The police seem to be very hardworking today."

"Have all the transaction records related to Stan been destroyed?" he turned and asked.

The subordinate replied: "Yes sir, the relevant records have been destroyed."

Kim took a puff on his cigar and said, "Fine, I don't want these things to affect my business."

He feels a little pity that Stan is wanted. After all, as one of the buyers, there is no better weapon than Stark Industries.

And from Stanner, he can also buy a lot of good things that he can't buy on the surface.

Now without this seller, I can only find another way.

While Jin was thinking about the new seller, a knock on the door interrupted his thinking.

He frowned and said, "Come in."

I saw a man push the door panting and said: "Sir, the police are here, they want to see you."

Hearing what his subordinates said, he thought a little unexpectedly: Police?Sure enough, I still found it, but this is also within the scope of consideration.

He turned around calmly and said, "You tell the police gentlemen to wait for a while, and I'll come right away."

In the living room, Sheriff Kent of the New York Police Department and his officers were sitting on the sofa, waiting for Jin Bin's arrival.

Looking at the reception staff coming and going, he couldn't help sighing in his heart: "Mr. Fisk's company's service is really good."

As a well-known entrepreneur in the New York area, Fisk really wanted to meet him. After all, he was just a sheriff and his family's mortgage had not yet been paid off.

While he was thinking wildly, a waitress came over, put a box of donuts on the table and said, "Mr. Fisk will be there in a while, Mr. Police, please be patient."

The lady pointed to the coffee machine over there and said, "There are free cups and coffee there."

"Oh, yes, thanks," Kent said with a smile.

As long as there is coffee and donuts, you can wait as long as you want, so the police officers gathered around and began to divide up the box of donuts.

The donuts and coffee are delicious, and the donuts are so delicious, they have never eaten such delicious donuts at work.

And the coffee is delicious, unlike the instant coffee I usually drink, which smells like chemicals.

They had just finished eating the donuts when a few hostesses came to clean up the trash on the table and handed tissues to our police officers.

After tidying up, they retreated one after another, and then a fat man in a white suit with a purple lining walked in with a crystal round cane.

"Hello, Sheriff, what's your name?" Jin said politely, stretching out his strong left hand.

Kent looked at the opponent's huge left hand, and stretched out his tiny left hand with some hesitation.

"Hello, Mr. Fisk, you can call me Officer Kent." Kent said with a smile. He was a little worried about whether his hands would hurt, but Fisk's strength is well controlled.

The two held hands like this, as if a gorilla was shaking hands with a child.

After shaking hands, Fisk pressed his huge body on the sofa and asked, "I don't know why Officer Kent came to see me."

"We found in the arms smuggling transaction records of the wanted criminal Stan that a company purchased some of the weapons he smuggled, and this company is in the name of Mr." Kent looked at Jin and said with a scrutiny.

Although they were well received, business is still business, and this has to be distinguished.

Although Jin Bing was very upset, he didn't show it at all. He explained: "Mr. Police, this must be slander, we are in serious business, and my security and bodyguard weapons are from regular channels, with permission proven."

Then, he said to his subordinates, bring the documents.

The subordinate nodded, turned around and went to fetch the relevant documents.

"Whether it is true or not, we are only ordered to investigate, please understand, Mr. Fisk." Kent said.

"Oh, of course, I understand, I will try my best to cooperate with the police." Jin replied.

He is very confident that the police will not find anything. In this regard, he is already familiar with the road, and there are still people in the police station, so there is no need to worry about it.

"Excuse me, do you know Obadiah Stan?" Kent asked, his eyes were fixed on Fisk, as long as the other party had any flaws, he could see it at a glance.

"Obadiah Stein, you mean the wanted ex-Stark Industries executive?" Jin pretended to ask, he couldn't answer immediately, otherwise he would appear passive.

"Yes, Mr. Fisk, do you know him or have contact with him?"

Jin Bing pretended to think about it, and said, "I know him. We had contacted about the construction of children's hospitals and water wells in Africa."

Philanthropist, this is the title that most entrepreneurs in the United States have. Becoming a philanthropist can be said to be something that every entrepreneur has to do, but it may not be a good person.

"How did you meet Obadiah Stein?" Kent asked.

"I met him at a charity gala, and I thought he was a good man at the time." Jin Bin said, with regret in his tone.

"Sir, documents." The subordinate came in with several document bags in his hand and said to Fisk.

"Give it to the police officer." Jin pointed to Kent and said.

Kent opened the file bag, pulled out a piece of paper and looked through them.

After a while, after basically confirming that there was no problem with the file, a police officer stepped forward and took out his mobile phone to take pictures for backup.

"These are photocopies, you can take them directly." Jin Bian reminded.

Kent raised his head and said, "Really."

Then he signaled the police officer to put away the documents, then stood up and said, "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Fisk, we may ask you again in the future, please be prepared."

After speaking, he led the police officers and left the living room.

"Okay." Jin said, sending Kent and his party to the door.

After witnessing the police officers get into the police car and drive away, Jin returned to his office without saying a word.

He opened the drawer, took out a cigar, lit it, took a puff slowly and said, "The police are coming, why didn't I receive the notice in advance?"

"I'll ask." After the subordinate finished speaking, he opened the door and went out.

At this moment, the phone on the table rang suddenly.

Jin Bin glanced at the calling number and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Wilson, I heard that the police have arrived at your place." An old woman's voice came from the microphone.

"I need you to worry about it, what's the matter?" Jin Bin said a little unhappy.

"It's nothing, it's just that there is a batch of goods that you need to transport."

"En." Jin nodded and hung up the phone.

On the other side, a police car was driving on New York Avenue, and one of the police officers said to Kent: "Bill, how about Fisk."

Kent curled his lips and said, "An old and cunning guy."