When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

Wilson Fisk sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the night view of New York. He liked this feeling very much, this feeling as if he had everything under his feet.Mobile terminal m..

It was precisely because of this hobby that he spent a huge sum of money to build the Coribo Building. Although it was much lower than the Stark Industries office building, it still stood out from the surrounding area.

There was a knock on the door from behind, and Wilson didn't look back, still looking at the neon lights outside the window with a confused expression.

The person outside the door was not polite and just opened the door and came in. It seemed that the action of knocking on the door just now was just some kind of face-saving habit.

"How about it? Have you found out the reason?"

The slightly hoarse voice made the visitor stunned for a moment. In his impression, his boss interpreted the meaning of strong words all over his body. He had never shown even the slightest bit of weakness in front of any enemy or subordinate. But now he But he could tell from the other party's tone... Chi Mu.

"Maybe it's an illusion!" Bullseye comforted himself in his heart.

He has no loyalty or admiration for the boss in front of him, and his worry is just that he does not want to lose his current glorious life and return to the wandering days of the past.

"It's been found out. Five days ago, a kid approached Tony Stark. The laser cannon fired at our company building was fired by the weapon in that kid's hand."

Bullseye spoke calmly about the information he had obtained from the black market, with an indifferent look on his face, as if those who died or were seriously injured due to the explosion were not his colleagues.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. blocked the dissemination of information related to the battle that day, for the guys living in the dark corners of New York, the so-called ban was no different than waste paper.

And these people happened to be well-informed guys who couldn't keep track of things. Their bodies were rotting in the sewers.

Bullseye is looking for people who rely on news. Not only the details of the day, but also the subsequent development of events, are all reported to his boss.

"So, the child was taken away by SHIELD?"

Wilson looked out the window and asked, his calm tone making it difficult to hear his true thoughts.

"Yes, those Russians are still waiting for him to be taken out of prison to work for them after he is sentenced by the court!"

"It's no wonder, that kid uses laser weapons, the power of which even Iron Man can't withstand. If he masters the relevant sources, I'm afraid the world will really change."

Bullseye talked freely about the gossip he had heard, completely ignoring that the boss who turned his back was the leader of New York's underground forces.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Wilson snorted coldly, like an old lion scorning a hyena.

"Yes, I said that for such a valuable guy, it's impossible for you, boss, to have no ideas. However, there are a lot of people staring at this piece of fat. Do you need me to warn them one by one?"

As the recruited chief thug, Bullseye, in addition to part of his fixed monetary income, earns more from each of his foreign strikes.

Otherwise, he would not tell his boss the third-rate gossip he heard as the exact secret.

"I have a fucking idea!"

Wilson stood up suddenly, picked up the leather seat behind him with one hand, and swung it hard against the wall on one side.

"Bam—"

The chair hit the wall with a loud noise, falling apart in all directions, and the flying pieces of the shelf grazed Bullseye's cheek.

The subordinate who had just revealed his little thought looked very ugly, and his left thumb subconsciously touched the iron ring on his index finger.

After glancing at the burly figure, Bullseye, who calmed down again, gave up the idea of ​​inserting the iron ring into the opponent's eye socket.

Wilson walked to the desk as if he was unaware of any danger.

He believed that the guy who had been active in the underground world for many years would not be a fool, and he also believed that the gunman lurking in the dark corner could put a bullet into his chest before the other party went crazy.

As for risks, those who dare to change their names to Jin Bin never lack the courage to gamble their lives.

"Do you know how many calls I have received these days?" Wilson's voice was a little low, as if he was talking to Bullseye, but also seemed to be talking to himself: "79, each one is a big shot."

"Ha," Wilson sneered, kicking away the tattered seat, "A veritable big shot!"

Bullseye said nothing, and the anger in his heart was gradually replaced by doubt.

In fact, when facing Jin Bin, he felt a little inferior in his heart.

Although Bullseye is confident that he can kill each other when the two of them are matched up, the kind of magnanimity exuded by Jin Bingshen is something he has always longed for but never had.

It's not the arrogance of some evil boss, but the wantonness of living calmly under the sun.

If possible, who doesn't want to live a decent life and be admired by others in the sun? Even Bullseye, who is violent and unruly by nature, often feels a little longing and envy in his heart when looking at the red iron man who often flies in the sky.

However, it is not so easy for them, whose souls have been turned black.

At least so far, the only underground force in New York is Kingpin who established the Crebo Business Company and took the position of director of the company. Not only did he give himself a glamorous coat, he also allowed his subordinates to breathe the air under the sun freely. .

Bullseye originally thought that his boss was worried because he was noticed by SHIELD, but now it seems that he is not.

"Initially," Wilson turned to look at Bullseye and said coldly: "They asked me to accept that the company building was accidentally bombed due to a mistake in a new weapon in the military laboratory."

"No one wanted to tell me the truth, it seemed like I had to respect their decision as if I were their father."

"I did not hesitate to forgive them like a father, but the military did not agree with the statement that had been made." Wilson smiled self-deprecatingly and continued: "Another big shot called me and asked me to say that the company was because of the line. Accidental fire caused by aging.”

"Bam—"

His fist slammed into the desk, and the huge force caused the tempered glass covering it to break into small pieces: "You pretended not to hear such a big explosion, tell me it was an accidental fire?"

"Okay," Wilson nodded with a smile, and his twisted face made Bullseye on the side frown warily: "We can't afford to offend the military. I can't bear it. I treat those idiots whose bodies were blown into several pieces as if they were burned. Damn it, no one is asking me for compensation anyway!”

As the emperor under the New York night, both his enemies and his subordinates knew what kind of temper King King was, and no timid guy would dare to come to him to ask for compensation.

After all, this boss was someone who could be so cruel as to strangle his wife's neck with his own hands.

"However, my well-intentioned concession was regarded as weakness," Wilson looked at Bullseye intently, and his originally hoarse voice became much colder: "In the end, a decoration company wanted to get on top of me!"

"What are you talking about? There can be no problem with the lines installed by their company. Let me not falsely accuse their reputation. The fire in the Coribo Building was obviously blown up by gang members using RPGs. This was a derivative result of the fight between the two groups!"

Wilson's chest heaved, like a wild beast looking for food.

He spent more than 20 years building everything in front of him. He believed that he could be regarded as a prominent figure in New York whether day or night. However, this incident gave him a loud slap in the face.

It's clear that no matter how expensive his suit is, he still doesn't wear casual Stark.

In the eyes of others, he is the leader of a gang, and some people may be afraid of him because of this status, but in the eyes of real big shots, he is not worthy of the spotlight.

What's more, because he has always chosen to abide by certain rules, those who were originally afraid of him began to bar their teeth at him, as if this made him appear superior.

"I thought about it for a day and now I understand."

Wilson was not a reckless person, so he could endure the anger of humiliation and send his men to find out the information clearly.

"How old is that kid?"

"What?" Bullseye was stunned by the sudden question, but he quickly responded: "It is said that he is 14 years old!"

"At 14 years old and a genius like Stark, it's no wonder SHIELD got involved."

After hearing the news that Bullseye came back to report, Wilson had already sorted out its context.

The reason why he was targeted by all parties, as if the empire he had spent decades building was about to collapse overnight, was all due to SHIELD's intervention and the child's attraction to all forces.

After thinking about this, Wilson knew what he should do next.

"Over the years, I have been restrained and tried hard to ensure that I did not cross the line in the general direction, so as not to face the hostility and targeting of high-level people. However, I have been bent over for so long that I almost forgot that I am a big shot!"

The self-praising words coming out of Wilson's mouth not only did not make people feel frivolous, but also had a genuine magnanimity.

"I follow the so-called rules carefully, but, Bullseye, I am the one who makes the rules!"

With a chuckle, the Night Emperor's tone returned to his usual strong tone: "I, Kingpin, am a gang leader, a ruthless thug. There is no need to imitate others' smiling faces and rush to obey!"

Tapping his finger on the phone on the table, Wilson ordered his subordinates: "We really can't afford to offend some big shots, but I haven't paid attention to the dozen or so idiots who pretend to be powerful. I'll give you a list in a minute, including all of them." , including their relatives, deal with them all!"

"Am I going myself?"

Bullseye asked, not as impatiently as he mentioned the underground forces just now.

In fact, although Kingpin behaved violently and recklessly, his sense of proportion was always just right. Otherwise, he would not have been able to dominate New York for so many years.

Dark side matters are usually left to Bullseye, and those who show off are those who have ordered their subordinates to do these things.

When it comes to open disputes, he rarely resorts to killing to resolve them. If he chooses this method, he will not let his subordinates do it. Instead, he will recruit a few desperadoes to kill him. Clean.

That's why Bullseye's tone of inquiry was lazily unmotivated. He had followed the other party for many years, and he knew the boss well. He knew that since his son's death, no matter how angry he encountered, he would not let go of his emotions. Use your own reason to make rash decisions.

Sure enough, Bullseye's guess was not wrong. Wilson opened his mouth, and then sighed softly, swallowing back the words "You go there yourself". He thought of SHIELD, provoking at this juncture, I'm afraid it will really happen. Incurring a blow from that behemoth.

"Forget it, go to the black market and spread the news and recruit a few desperadoes who want to make quick money!"

ps: Dear friends, Lao Dao, not counting yesterday, has taken one leave in total and made it up. You can’t ask for more. I’ve even made up for it twice...

Although I sent out a lot of tracts, they were not for leave. Did you misunderstand something?

Finally, thank you all for your support, I will work hard to write more exciting stories.

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