Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 58 You Don't Even Want to Call Me Mr. Fisk
Hell's Kitchen, the most chaotic area in Manhattan, is like the sewer of the entire New York.

Its level of chaos has brought together elite talents from all walks of life, and in a sense, it can even be compared to Xiachao.

If it were in the past, Obadiah, as a veteran of Stark Industries, would naturally look down on these low-level scum, but times are different now.

If he hadn't been forced into a desperate situation, he would never have been willing to go find Wilson.

Wilson Fisk is a well-known real estate businessman in New York City. He is usually kind and generous and has participated in many charity activities. In the eyes of many people, he is a kind-hearted entrepreneur.

But unfortunately, everything has two sides, just like Wilson Fisk.

He also hides another, lesser-known identity, that is, the American underworld emperor 'King Bing', a name that makes people tremble with fear!

His cruel and cunning methods are enough to cover up the power of the background and make Jin Bing's position as stable as Mount Tai.

Any gang that offended Kingpin would have their heads chopped off and sent to the desk of the underworld emperor on the top floor of Fisk Building, even before the next day.

That's why Obadiah was reluctant to go find Wilson.

But unfortunately, Pepper Potts sneaked into the office to investigate, which made Obadiah realize the danger. He suspected his good nephew and had begun to doubt himself.

With the lessons learned from the last time, Obadiah deeply understood a truth.

Either don’t do it, or do it completely!

Since that good nephew insists on blocking his way, he might as well just get rid of him!

While I was thinking, I arrived at the Fisk Building.

Obadiah stopped the car and opened the door: "Take me to see Wilson."

The person at the door had obviously received instructions and led Obadiah to take a private elevator directly to Fisk's office on the top floor.

"Long time no see, Spartan."

In the bright reception room, there is a gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging.

The hand-sewn wool carpet produced in the Middle East feels very soft and comfortable to step on. Extending the line of sight, there is a huge medieval oil painting hanging on the wall. Under the mural is a maroon desk with a diameter of two meters. Sitting there is a burly man wearing a tight oversized suit.

Obadiah weighed nearly 200 kilograms, but he looked a little thin in front of him.

Obviously, this person is the underworld king who controls the entire United States, the man known as the 'Kingpin', Wilson Fisk!

"Wilson, I came to you to make a deal."

Obadiah didn't want to waste time and went straight to the point: "After this is done, I will give you 2 billion US dollars!"

Wilson's fingers were wider and thicker than those of ordinary people. He held a cigar between his fingers and looked at Obadiah. He said calmly, "I'm glad you came to see me, but I'm not satisfied with your attitude."

"What do you mean?"

Obadiah's face turned from blue to red, which looked a bit ugly.

Wilson, who was sitting on the chair, raised his eyelids slightly, and said in a calm tone, with no emotion in his voice: "You came to me for help, but you refused to call me 'Mr. Fisk'."

This is true.

Essentially, Obadiah despised Wilson.

How can a gangster and a beggar compare with America, the pure-blooded Stars and Stripes?

He claims to be from the upper class, and is surrounded by either congressmen or military generals. If he wasn't forced into a desperate situation, how could he turn to the underworld to solve his problem?
But the situation was like this, Obadiah's face was extremely ugly, and he could only endure the frustration: "Mr. Fisk, I do."

"Mr. Spartan, I have to remind you." Wilson tapped the table with his index finger, mercilessly interrupting Obadiah and said indifferently, "Many people come to me for help. As a friend, I don't mind helping them solve some small problems, but you... from beginning to end, have never shown any respect for me."

"Then, dear Mr. Fisk, how can I express my respect to you?"

Obadiah's face turned red and purple due to the bullying, but he knew very well that he came to beg for help, so he had to swallow his anger.

"Kneel down." Wilson sat on the chair, but it seemed like an insurmountable mountain.

That terrifying aura suddenly pressed down on Obadiah, and all the air in the living room seemed to be sucked away in an instant.

What replaced it was endless oppression. Even though Obadiah had met many high-ranking officials and nobles, no one could make him feel suffocated from the bottom of his soul like Wilson did!
Pfft!
Finally, Obadiah couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees on the soft wool carpet.

To put it bluntly, he is just a businessman. He has the courage to negotiate a deal with a terrorist organization simply because he feels his life will not be threatened.

But Wilson is different. He is a man who started from scratch and built a underworld empire!

"Very good, Mr. Spartan."

Looking at the trembling and sweaty Obadiah, Wilson nodded slightly and tapped the table with his index finger: "I see awe in your eyes, which is good. Now, get up and let's talk about what your so-called deal is."

Obadiah supported himself on his weak knees and managed to stand up again.

He looked at Wilson again, but his eyes were mixed with a hint of hidden awe.

"Dear Mr. Fisk, I would like you to help me solve some problems." After the experience just now, Obadiah spoke with obvious respect, and even a hint of imperceptible fear was faintly revealed in his words.

"name."

Wilson said calmly.

"Tony Stark, Alvin Varhuis."

Obadiah decisively reported two names, with a fierce look in his eyes: "I hope you can help me get rid of them as soon as possible. For this, I am willing to pay 2 billion US dollars. The only request is the micro reactor on Tony Stark's chest!"

"not enough."

Wilson lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly: "The price you paid is not enough, Mr. Spartan."

Although he is the king of the underworld, he still has to follow the "rules". Otherwise, how could he sit in this position if he really relied on recklessness?
Assassinating Tony Stark is a huge event!
Once his conspiracy is exposed, not only Congress and the military, but also the entire financial and business circles in the United States will unite to boycott him.

The reason is simple. You can kill Tony Stark today, and you can kill someone else tomorrow. If this continues, will people still want to do business?
Wilson has come this far not because of his strong physique, but because of his cunning mind.

He knew very well that this deal was not worth it!
"Five billion! Five billion dollars!"

Obadiah gritted his teeth and more than doubled the remuneration again: "Dear Mr. Fisk, as long as you agree, when I take control of Stark Industries, I am willing to share 5% of the annual profits!"

This time, in order to completely eradicate Tony Stark and that damn Alvin Varhuis, he no longer cares about the cost!

Stark Industries pays 5% profit dividend every year, which is a sky-high figure!
When Wilson heard this condition, he was somewhat moved and pursed his lips: "Mr. Spartan, you should know how much trouble it will bring me to help you assassinate Tony Stark. This is not a matter of money, do you understand?"

"Mr. Fisk, I am well aware of the dangers of this matter."

Obadiah was not panicked at all and directly played his last trump card: "So, I plan to give up the shares of Stark's weapons industry department as compensation to you."

Wilson, who was originally unwilling, said, “But then again.”

There is no one in the world who is not envious of the shares of Stark's weapons industry department. The military has racked their brains to get just a tiny bit!

"Since you are my friend, I promise you."

Wilson licked his lips, like a greedy beast that had shed its human skin, with a fierce and violent aura lingering around him: "I value friendship very much. Since you are my friend, I will help you solve this matter, Mr. Spartan."

Friends? Friendship?
Obadiah found Wilson's disgusting words ridiculous.

What friends, what friendship, it's obvious that they are just after money!

but it does not matter!

Obadiah lowered his head, a fierce look in his eyes.

When he gets the miniature nuclear reactor, he will be able to make steel armor. What a gangster emperor! Die!
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