The Giants of Light in the Marvel Universe

"George Stacy." Fisk gritted his teeth.Speaking of which, the current tense situation is all because of this new bureau chief who likes to make troubles. Without him, Jin might have already settled all the competitors at the moment.

Fisk felt that this kind of guy with a sense of justice was the most disgusting.This kind of person cannot be bought or negotiated. It is the idealist who "fights to defend the law and justice" that has almost disappeared these days.The only way to deal with this kind of person is hard-line means, which belongs to the most troublesome type.

Seeing the boss gnashing his teeth angrily, Man Niu immediately seized the opportunity to ask for credit, and suggested with a ruthless face: "Then boss, or leave this matter to me. I will bring some of the best people to take that uninterested The chief of police will do it"

Fisk, who was furious, slapped him across the head and face: "Talk! We are talking about the police chief who has seen the devil! Do you know what the consequences will be if you kill a police chief?"

Man Niu is a reckless man with a simple mind and well-developed limbs. When encountering any problem, the solution that pops up in his mind is often just one word - reckless.

What?Is someone in the way?Wouldn't it be good to get rid of him then?

Fisk's hands were extremely strong, and his slap made Man Niu's eyes black, leaving a plump five-fingerprint on his face.But he didn't dare to attack at all, he just nodded and said yes, not knowing whether he was saying yes to the boss's slap or what he said.

Wilson Fisk is a ruthless man, but he is not a fool either. He knows what the consequences of acting rashly on a police chief will be.At this stage, Fisk has not yet dominated New York, and without the overwhelming influence in the original work, he still has to weigh a little bit to deal with a police chief.

But Fisk is even more violent and a vengeful guy.Director Stacey is so bad and good, if he is so good, he is not Wilson Fisk.

Fisk let the bull back down.Then he pondered for a while, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Wesley, you said earlier that you wanted to check that Stacey's information, what did you find? Is there anything we can use?"

James Wesley is a gentle man with glasses, suits and leather shoes. The first impression he gives people is that he should be the kind of upper-class people who hang out on Wall Street, and he shouldn't be entangled with gangsters.

In fact, James Wesley is indeed an elite.As a high-achieving student who graduated from the University of Pennsylvania, Mr. Wesley doesn't have to worry about gold and behind-the-scenes handling of a bunch of shady things for the gangsters. With his qualifications and ability to find a serious job, he can also be regarded as an upper class person.And the reason why he is willing to stay with Jin Bin to do these things for him is largely due to the deep friendship between him and Fisk himself.

James Wesley pushed down his frame, stepped forward and hesitated a bit, and said: "There are places that can be used, but I don't recommend it, sir. After all, George Stacey is the director of New York." , any action against him would cause "

"I know this truth." Fisk waved his hand and interrupted impatiently, "Just tell me, Wesley, what is his weakness?"

Wesley sighed slightly.He's Fisk's best -- maybe even his only -- friend, and he certainly knows the crime lord's temper.Once Jin Bing made up his mind to do something, the nine cows could not be pulled back, and no one could make him change his mind.

Wesley said, "Okay. Chief Stacey has a daughter."

"A daughter?"

"Yes, still in elementary school. If we start here, we may be able to open a breakthrough." Wesley paused, but still tried to dissuade, "But sir, I still have to emphasize, no one would want to do this .after all"

"I know." Fisk said coldly, "but not everyone cares about the identity of the police chief. There are such people in this city. If necessary, let alone the chief of the New York Police Department, even The mayor of New York and they can also wipe it out without blinking an eye."

Wesley froze for a moment, as if he suddenly thought of someone, his expression changed suddenly.

"Sir, are you saying" he shook his head, "I'm not sure that's a good idea, sir. We shouldn't involve them, it just makes the situation more complicated. Besides, those people may not Willing to help."

"Everyone has a psychological price, but there are high and low." Fisk said, "I can promise them more benefits, and they will be happy to help us."

Then without giving Wesley a chance to say anything more, Fisk waved his hand: "Okay, don't say any more, just do it like this. Please help me prepare it again, Wesley, and contact those people, say I have a request and I want to sit down with them and talk."

Seeing that Fisk seemed to have really made up his mind, Wesley knew that it was useless to say anything else.He bowed helplessly, exited the room, and prepared for the new task assigned to him by his boss.

All he can do now is pray that things don't go the worst way, and that's it.

(Thanks to the book friends False Home Knight, Silent Lamentation, Irrelevant 1985, Tianchen Xiaoyou, Zhuhuan for their rewards!)

Chapter 39 Hostage-taking

Gwen Stacy curled up, hugged her knees tightly and sat on the cold floor, with her emerald green eyes wide open, staring blankly at the dead darkness in front of her.

She didn't know how many hours it had been since she had been in a daze in the dark, but the sense of fear had not been numb with the passage of time.

She didn't know where she was or how she got here.The last thing she remembered was that she came out of school after school, and when she followed a group of children out of the school gate, she suddenly felt a slight pain in her neck.In an instant, she lost control over her body, and her hazy consciousness seemed to be roughly thrown into the water by someone.She vaguely remembers that someone caught her by the side, and then it became like this.

A dark, icy, cold room, that's all she saw when she woke up.

Gwen Stacy is only a half-grown child now, and she is rightfully terrified by such an encounter.She cried for a while in the dark, and knocked hard on the cold iron door for a while.But soon her strength was exhausted, and her tears were dried up, so she had to give up the unnecessary struggle.

Now she just sat quietly in the darkness, blinking her beautiful big eyes blankly, thinking wildly about the dark and unknown future.

Although she is too young now to know anything about the malice that permeates this world, she understands that she may never be able to go home or see her parents again.

She was terrified at the thought of this part.

Little Gwen didn't know that she had been missing for more than seven hours, and her family was going crazy.She didn't even know that her father had tried everything to find her, and the whole city outside was about to be overthrown by him.

What she doesn't even know is that her savior is actually close at hand right now.

There was a strange noise from outside the black door.Gwen froze for a moment, blinking her eyes.She saw the door sag to the outside, and a ray of white light pierced through the gap.A few seconds later, the heavy iron door fell off the door frame, twisted into a crumpled iron plate, and was roughly thrown aside.

The sudden white light piercing into the darkness made her unable to open her eyes for a moment.After she got used to the light, she realized that there was a strange man in a white uniform squatting in front of her.The man was wearing a white tights, a hood and a mask with two big eyes that made Gwen feel kind.

"Don't be afraid." The man stretched out his hand, his voice was clear and sweet, it sounded like a female voice, and it didn't sound like he was too old.

"I'm here to get you out," she said.

A dark and eerie environment, the only light coming from the street light coming through the dusty window, it stands to reason that a mysterious guy with his face covered in this scene should make people very disturbed, but little Gwen has no reason I feel that this person is very kind.

Children's thinking is always very simple, without too much defense or suspicion.Little Gwen instinctively felt that this person should be a good person, so she slowly stretched out her small hand to hold the white-gloved palm of the other person.

The girl in white was holding little Gwen's hand, and was about to lead her to walk out, when she suddenly stopped, the eyes on the mask shrunk, and without warning, she kicked back and kicked out.Her kick was quick and fierce, and it happened to hit a figure in the dark who was raising a knife and was about to attack.The man was kicked so that he flew out on his back, landed and rolled in circles, and didn't stop until he hit the dirty wall.

It was a guy dressed like an oriental-style ninja, with a red scabbard behind his back, and a shining silver blade in his hand, reflecting the cold white glow under the light coming in from the window.

If the girl in white had reacted a little slower for half a second just now, she would have been stabbed right through by this knife.

But she is not taking it lightly, because this is far from over.

There was no sound at all, but black shadows emerged from the surrounding shadows one after another.They were all dressed exactly like the guy who had just been kicked unconscious. They were dressed in ninja attire and had a long knife stuck in their backs. They looked like mass-produced soldiers carved from the same mold in rg games.

Such a large number of ninjas are lying in ambush here without any movement, as if all of these people do not need to breathe, have no heartbeat, and walk without sound like cats.

It's the Hand, and these are all Hand ninjas.