LIGHTNOVELONLINE American Comics: The Law of Strength
Chapter 85
Chapter 86: Demons
The situation is bad, or very bad...
Murdoch sat in his chair, his hand on his chin, waiting for new news, his face gradually gloomy as time passed, and clothes made of fine materials began to feel heavy at the moment.
This incident was personally planned and responsible, and he would always do things foolproofly, but from the current situation, neither the Bernano family nor Director George's side he achieved the task.
His assistant kept sending messages, anxiously asking about the progress of the operation, but received no reply.
The absence of any message back already conveys a message in itself.
Murdoch clenched his cane, his brow furrowed deeply, he really couldn't figure out what was wrong with his plan that would make his plan fail.
Time passed minute by minute, and he finally couldn't hold back, and whispered to the huge figure:
"Mr. Fisk... I think we need to prepare for the backup plan. "
The figure's heartbeat was rare today calm, did not fall into rage, did not go crazy, just stood indifferently in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city, and after a long time he whispered in that cold and threatening voice:
"If war had to break out, I would have preferred that I would always take the initiative to provoke it, but I underestimated the Bernano family, and even after going through so many circumstances, they were able to withstand our attack.
Unfortunately, our relationship can no longer be maintained by interests, otherwise they are indeed the strongest allies we can find. "
Murdoch agreed, he was obviously cautious enough, and sent several times more men than planned, but those sent now did not even have the spare time to transmit the message of defeat.
And what puzzled him the most was the team that attacked Sheriff George, although most of them were just newly recruited personnel, far from loyalty, and it was not incomprehensible to run away directly if they encountered a difficult situation.
But each of their personal abilities has been tested by Murdoch himself, and he believes that even in the face of ghost spiders, each of them can not fall behind, let alone five enemies and one?
He couldn't imagine how they could fail, but it was the way they were now out of touch.
But now was not the time to reflect, Murdoch tapped the floor with his cane, and two dark shadows suddenly appeared in the conference room, they quietly watched Murdoch, waiting for his order.
"We have to hide back into the shadows, Mr. Fisk, I have a very bad hunch, the Bernano family has now defused our offensive, I think their counterattack is already brewing, and it is even possible that they have launched a counterattack, but we have not yet noticed it."
Fisk turned around, sat down in the chair where Diane was sitting during the negotiations, and asked softly:
"Can't we cope?"
"Of course, if the enemy is only the Bernano family."
Murdoch had no doubts about this, but he immediately sighed:
"But our recent actions have been too public, our staff inside the police are no longer able to cover us, and a series of operations against the Bernano family have put us on the cusp."
If this attack succeeds, then we can deter all the forces that are watching us, so that they at least dare not do it in the open, but now they are probably ready to move, and we will no longer deal with the Bernano family, but the counterattack of the entire underground world. "
Fisk was silent, he did not foresee this situation, he was not the kind of fool who was carried away by passion, and he had already seen the danger of walking on a tightrope, but he had to make a desperate bet.
He climbed step by step from the bottom of Hell's Kitchen to today's position, and he deeply understood how much it would cost to go further as a person at the bottom, and the risks were self-evident, staining his hands red not only with the blood of his opponents, but also his own.
And this time, he was afraid that he would turn back from the thorny road that was already stained with blood red.
He closed his eyes and nodded unwillingly.
"Let everyone withdraw and implement the backup plan..."
With a slight sound that was light enough to give people an illusion, the two figures disappeared into the shadows, and Murdoch "gaze" at the room they left and asked thoughtfully:
"In addition to this, the follow-up of that black cat is also troublesome, she did not send back any information, we cannot confirm her condition, it is fine if she is killed, but if she is still alive..."
"If she were still alive, she would definitely come back here for her father, and then dispose of her directly."
Fisker said without hesitation.
"She has been following us for too long, knows too much information about us, and we have no means of counterweight to her except a lie, and once she discovers the truth, then we will face her crazy counterattack."
Murdoch nodded, and then said with a somewhat mocking smile:
"I think she probably got through this lie a long time ago, but she still held on to undeserved hopes, which blinded her eyes, and I really wanted to see her expression when she learned the truth and her hopes were broken."
Fisk didn't respond, just silently got up, took one last look at the city at his feet, and then left the conference room without any hesitation, he was very sure that one day he would still return here, and at that time, he would stand higher.
...
...
At the same time, in an abandoned warehouse in suburban New York, a mobile phone is constantly shaking in a broken hand, and a dark warehouse is opened by the faint glow of the mobile phone.
In the overturned wooden box, white powder spilled all over the ground, merging with the thick blood into a lump of mud.
And a large number of severed limbs and human remains are scattered on it, under the faint fluorescence, like a picture scroll of hell.
The strong smell of blood and the characteristic damp smell of the warehouse mixed together, forming a special stench.
Every breath is like a punch in the stomach, and the person who beats him can't breathe, just wants to empty the stomach.
Felicia was strangling the last living enemy in a vent, her eyes glowing red with anger, but the depths of that light contained great despair.
And behind her, Joshua, dressed as a priest, was lying in a pool of blood, staring at Peter with dead eyes, and muttered in a low voice with all his strength:
"Demon..."
(End of chapter)
The situation is bad, or very bad...
Murdoch sat in his chair, his hand on his chin, waiting for new news, his face gradually gloomy as time passed, and clothes made of fine materials began to feel heavy at the moment.
This incident was personally planned and responsible, and he would always do things foolproofly, but from the current situation, neither the Bernano family nor Director George's side he achieved the task.
His assistant kept sending messages, anxiously asking about the progress of the operation, but received no reply.
The absence of any message back already conveys a message in itself.
Murdoch clenched his cane, his brow furrowed deeply, he really couldn't figure out what was wrong with his plan that would make his plan fail.
Time passed minute by minute, and he finally couldn't hold back, and whispered to the huge figure:
"Mr. Fisk... I think we need to prepare for the backup plan. "
The figure's heartbeat was rare today calm, did not fall into rage, did not go crazy, just stood indifferently in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city, and after a long time he whispered in that cold and threatening voice:
"If war had to break out, I would have preferred that I would always take the initiative to provoke it, but I underestimated the Bernano family, and even after going through so many circumstances, they were able to withstand our attack.
Unfortunately, our relationship can no longer be maintained by interests, otherwise they are indeed the strongest allies we can find. "
Murdoch agreed, he was obviously cautious enough, and sent several times more men than planned, but those sent now did not even have the spare time to transmit the message of defeat.
And what puzzled him the most was the team that attacked Sheriff George, although most of them were just newly recruited personnel, far from loyalty, and it was not incomprehensible to run away directly if they encountered a difficult situation.
But each of their personal abilities has been tested by Murdoch himself, and he believes that even in the face of ghost spiders, each of them can not fall behind, let alone five enemies and one?
He couldn't imagine how they could fail, but it was the way they were now out of touch.
But now was not the time to reflect, Murdoch tapped the floor with his cane, and two dark shadows suddenly appeared in the conference room, they quietly watched Murdoch, waiting for his order.
"We have to hide back into the shadows, Mr. Fisk, I have a very bad hunch, the Bernano family has now defused our offensive, I think their counterattack is already brewing, and it is even possible that they have launched a counterattack, but we have not yet noticed it."
Fisk turned around, sat down in the chair where Diane was sitting during the negotiations, and asked softly:
"Can't we cope?"
"Of course, if the enemy is only the Bernano family."
Murdoch had no doubts about this, but he immediately sighed:
"But our recent actions have been too public, our staff inside the police are no longer able to cover us, and a series of operations against the Bernano family have put us on the cusp."
If this attack succeeds, then we can deter all the forces that are watching us, so that they at least dare not do it in the open, but now they are probably ready to move, and we will no longer deal with the Bernano family, but the counterattack of the entire underground world. "
Fisk was silent, he did not foresee this situation, he was not the kind of fool who was carried away by passion, and he had already seen the danger of walking on a tightrope, but he had to make a desperate bet.
He climbed step by step from the bottom of Hell's Kitchen to today's position, and he deeply understood how much it would cost to go further as a person at the bottom, and the risks were self-evident, staining his hands red not only with the blood of his opponents, but also his own.
And this time, he was afraid that he would turn back from the thorny road that was already stained with blood red.
He closed his eyes and nodded unwillingly.
"Let everyone withdraw and implement the backup plan..."
With a slight sound that was light enough to give people an illusion, the two figures disappeared into the shadows, and Murdoch "gaze" at the room they left and asked thoughtfully:
"In addition to this, the follow-up of that black cat is also troublesome, she did not send back any information, we cannot confirm her condition, it is fine if she is killed, but if she is still alive..."
"If she were still alive, she would definitely come back here for her father, and then dispose of her directly."
Fisker said without hesitation.
"She has been following us for too long, knows too much information about us, and we have no means of counterweight to her except a lie, and once she discovers the truth, then we will face her crazy counterattack."
Murdoch nodded, and then said with a somewhat mocking smile:
"I think she probably got through this lie a long time ago, but she still held on to undeserved hopes, which blinded her eyes, and I really wanted to see her expression when she learned the truth and her hopes were broken."
Fisk didn't respond, just silently got up, took one last look at the city at his feet, and then left the conference room without any hesitation, he was very sure that one day he would still return here, and at that time, he would stand higher.
...
...
At the same time, in an abandoned warehouse in suburban New York, a mobile phone is constantly shaking in a broken hand, and a dark warehouse is opened by the faint glow of the mobile phone.
In the overturned wooden box, white powder spilled all over the ground, merging with the thick blood into a lump of mud.
And a large number of severed limbs and human remains are scattered on it, under the faint fluorescence, like a picture scroll of hell.
The strong smell of blood and the characteristic damp smell of the warehouse mixed together, forming a special stench.
Every breath is like a punch in the stomach, and the person who beats him can't breathe, just wants to empty the stomach.
Felicia was strangling the last living enemy in a vent, her eyes glowing red with anger, but the depths of that light contained great despair.
And behind her, Joshua, dressed as a priest, was lying in a pool of blood, staring at Peter with dead eyes, and muttered in a low voice with all his strength:
"Demon..."
(End of chapter)
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