Kamen Rider on the road to Marvel

The sun was setting, the sky was turning yellow, and more and more people were returning home on the road. Fang Qinming and Liang Gongkui, who had been galloping all the way, finally returned to the coffee house. Parking the motorcycle at the door, the two got off and walked towards the coffee house.

Liang Gongkui, who was walking behind, looked at Fang Qinming in front of her. The cool breeze along the way not only calmed the waves in her heart, but also made her think about some issues. Biting her lip, Suzumiya Aoi said, "Don't you have anything to explain to those ninjas?"

"Why are you always avoiding my feelings? If you don't feel for me, why, why?" Thinking of Fang Qinming's indifference and Fang Qinming's avoidance of his feelings during this period, Suang Gongkui's eyes gradually turned red and her voice gradually choked up.

Fang Qinming stopped, paused, turned around and held Liang Gongkui's shoulders, looked seriously into Liang Gongkui's eyes and said: "Now is not the time, give me two more days, and then I will tell you everything you want to know." Tell you, including my reply."

Looking at Liang Gongkui's moist eyes, Fang Qinming lowered his head and kissed Liang Gongkui's forehead gently, then let go of his hand and turned towards the door.

"Mr. Fang, you are back. Where is the store manager?"

"It's outside."

Seeing Fang Qinming who was smiling and greeting all the shop assistants when he returned to the store, Suzumiya Aoi raised the corners of her mouth, straightened her makeup and walked into the store.

"That's how it happened."

Leland sat on the sofa and spoke into the phone.

"e, I will go and ask Mrs. Gao for an explanation on this matter, so that's it."

"Beep beep."

On the other end of the phone, Fisk hung up the phone, walked to the window, lit a cigarette and lost himself in thought. Judging from Leland's harvest, there is nothing wrong with the information that Hand and He gave to him, but why did they give them the information about Erica and then prevent their own people from killing Erica?

Fisk suddenly thought of the woman Leland said was staying with Erica. Wait, is that woman the root cause? We can only find out after meeting Mrs. Gao.

At this time, the cell phone rang. After Fisk saw the number, he picked up the cell phone and answered the call. A slightly tired man's voice came from the receiver.

"Hello, Fisk?"

"It's me, Hoffman, is it settled?"

"It's done. Blake left peacefully. Moreover, I successfully framed Blake's death on Daredevil. The police department has no suspicion."

"Well done, thank you for the hard work, go and have a good rest." Fisk's frown slightly relaxed. Although he lost an excellent subordinate, fortunately his crime was not exposed.

Daredevil has not yet been solved, but there seems to be a problem with the Hand and the Association. Speaking of which, Mrs. Gao seems to have not contacted him for a long time. He rubbed his brows, and an unknown irritability filled Fisk's heart.

"Squeak~"

The door was pushed open, Fisk turned around and saw that it was Wesley who had walked in.

"I didn't ask you to come." Fisk was confused when he saw Wesley.

"Yes, but I think you might need something?" Wesley said with a worried look on his face.

"If necessary, I will come to you." Fisk drove them away impatiently.

"But I don't think that's necessarily the case, sir." Wesley sighed slightly and turned sideways to look at the door. He saw the door opened again, and Vanessa in white walked in with a smile. Vanessa glanced at Fisk, who was frowning, and smiled at Wesley: "Leave it to me, thanks."

Wesley glanced at Fisk, nodded to Vanessa and turned to leave. After Wesley left, Vanessa walked towards Fisk with light steps, walked behind Fisk and put her arms around Fisk's neck. Vanessa said, "He is worried that your friends are worried about you."

"Don't worry about him." Fisk turned his head slightly in discomfort.

"You promised me that you would always tell me the truth." Vanessa let go of her hand and walked to Fisk and looked into Fisk's eyes and said.

"I am afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Vanessa wondered.

"The way you looked at me after knowing the true resemblance."

Vanessa looked at Fisk and smiled and shook her head. Vanessa's action gave Fisk an outlet to talk. His eyes narrowed and his voice trembled slightly as he recounted his dark childhood.

"Vanessa, do you know? When I was a child, my father once wanted to be elected governor of a state. He was an extremely arrogant person. He always thought that he would be elected. But in the end he failed, so he put his failure My anger was directed at my mother."

"One day I couldn't stand my father bullying my mother anymore, so I picked up the hammer next to me and hit my father on the head. My father soon fell into a pool of blood. When I came back to my senses, I was covered in blood. My mother disposed of all my father’s remains and made everyone think that my father had gone out to avoid the limelight.”

"It's not your fault." After hearing Fisk's memories, Vanessa comforted her with red eyes.

"You were protecting your mother."

"No, it's not for her, I'm doing it for myself." Fisk interrupted Vanessa excitedly, then pointed to his sleeves and said:

"So I always wear the cuffs that my father once wore. It reminds me that I am not my father. I am not the devil!" "Am I?"

"No, you're not." Vanessa held Fisk's hand and shook her head slightly. Vanessa understood Fisk's pain, so she snuggled into Wilson's arms, and the two stayed silently like this.

"But it won't matter soon. There are people out there who want to expose me. They don't understand that I want to contribute to this city. They want to see me fall and destroy everything I have accomplished."

"Are you going to let them succeed?" Vanessa looked up at Fisk.

"Won't."

late at night. Fang Qinming, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. After listening to the even breathing in the next room, Fang Qinming got up from the bed and walked to the window to open it. The cold wind poured in from the window, which refreshed people. Fang Qinming took out a cigarette from his ring and lit it, then took out a modified pure black mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed the only number on the phone with his fingers.

"Du, Chief, what are your instructions?" The call was connected almost as soon as the call was dialed, and the voice of the letter came from the mobile phone.

Fang Qinming took a deep breath of cigarette, exhaled it, and then said calmly: "Has the location and time of their landing been determined?"

"It's settled, it'll be at an abandoned dock in Hell's Kitchen tomorrow night."

"I will go there myself when the time comes."

The smoke he exhaled rose and billowed, and Fang Qinming's face was looming in the smoke.

"Understood." Xin seemed to be aware of Fang Qinming's bad mood and said no more.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Qinming stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette with telekinesis and threw it into the trash can more than 20 meters away from the window. Then he stood in front of the window and looked at the desolate street quietly, falling into deep thought.