Meiman: Fabricate weirdness, I am the biggest villain

Faced with Wilson’s fury, James Wesley immediately issued a blockade order.

The next moment, heavily armed security personnel surrounded the front and back doors of the Union Building, and in the banquet hall at the top, the presence of a large number of gunmen made the atmosphere here extremely tense and dangerous.

“Wilson, you can’t restrict our personal freedom.”

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the crowd attracted Wilson, who was in a state of rage ~ anger at this time.

He gently lowered Vanessa in his arms.

Then he stepped in front of the man who spoke.

His body of nearly three meters stood in front of the man like a high wall, overwhelming people.

“You want to go, don’t you?”

Wilson said slowly.

His expression had lost the excitement and anger at first, but it was replaced by a look that made people more frightened and frightened.

It is a complete indifference to life, and it is a pride that defies everything.

“I, I just wanted to say that you are not acting like this”

The person who spoke could no longer speak as comfortably as he had just done when he faced Wilson.

He stammered, his eyes filled with incomparable fear and remorse.

At this time, he finally remembered another name of Wilson!

– Kim He!

“It’s good that you don’t behave right, I appreciate your courage”

Jin said softly, and his hand reached out to the man who spoke.

The man wanted to retreat, but Jin’s large, thick palm was like a cage that could not be avoided.

He was caught by Kim and caught.

Kim grabbed the other’s throat and slowly lifted it.

The man’s expression became painful and hideous because of this.

He wanted to ask for mercy, but couldn’t say a word.

The suffocation and pain made his face purple like an eggplant.

Gradually, his torso was shaking unconsciously due to lack of oxygen.

Although the celebrities watching this scene around showed fear, none of them dared to speak at this time.

Just as the man was about to die, Jin suddenly let go of his hand.

He said calmly:

“I won’t kill you, because this is the birthday party for Vanessa, but you’d better pray from now on that nothing happens to Vanessa, otherwise I can’t guarantee that your final body will be intact.”

Wilson said and returned to Vanessa’s side.

The man who survived the disaster was panting on the ground, his eyes full of fear.

The people around him were moving away from each other.

They looked at him as if they were looking at a dead man.

Wilson held the unconscious Vanessa silent, his face returning to calm.

But the irrepressible sadness in his eyes was illustrating his feelings

Finally, the doctor came.

Wilson hurriedly made way for him, and after the doctors’ diagnosis on the spot, they gave an answer that made Wilson almost unconscious –

Vanessa, is dead.

Wilson’s huge body was almost unsteady on his feet, his bare head instantly turned red, and the green tendons on it kept beating.

All this tells the sadness and anger of the overlord of the underground world at this time.

He hugged Vanessa’s body again, and the temperature of the corpse still made Wilson cry.

Wilson hasn’t cried since he was four years old.

Because he always thought it was a sign of weakness.

But today,

The man finally showed his weak side again.

“Not Vanessa”

Wilson whispered like a wounded beast.

None of the celebrities watching this scene dared to go up to comfort each other.

And after almost half a minute.

Wilson stood up with Vanessa in his arms.

His face was sad and full of despair, like someone who had lost everything.

He ignored the celebrities present, and he walked straight towards the exit of the banquet hall with Vanessa in his arms.

James Wesley stood in front of these celebrities at the scene in time.

With a polite smile on his white, bespectacled face, he continued:

“Please also understand Mr. Fisk’s mood at this time, we are doing our best to track down the murderer who caused all this, and we will let you leave as soon as the results appear, but please rest assured that we will compensate you accordingly.”

“It’s okay, I understand and support it very much!”

“Me too!”

“Me too!”

In the face of the words of the white-faced scholar in front of him, none of these celebrities expressed dissatisfaction.

Then Wesley pulled away, and he wanted to be by Wilson’s side at all times.

in order to accept the orders of the other party.

At this time, Wilson and Vanessa were in the bedroom.

Wilson looked at Vanessa, who lay peacefully on her clothes, and he tried to smile but the corners of his mouth could not curve in any way.

He looked at the sleeping woman, and he knew that the only person in the world who really understood him would not wake up.

This is unacceptable to him, but how?

Even though he has infinite wealth and power, how can the distance between life and death be a mortal can leap over?

“Vanessa, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have held this banquet, the bite of cake should have been eaten by me, why should I give you the first bite.”

”

“Oh my God!! If I’m wrong, punish me alone!! Don’t just take away my beloved!! ”

In the two-person bedroom, Wilson did not hide his tears.

And at this moment, he saw a little red wine on the edge of his wife’s white dress.

“Wesley, are you there?”

Wilson said as he looked out the door.

The other party’s voice then sounded:

“Yes, I am, Mr. Fisk.”

“The female attendant who knocked over the red wine before, kill it.”

“Yes, Mr. Fisk.”

“And the man who just spoke, feed the dog.”

“Yes, Mr. Fisk.”

Quietly, the fate of the two people was trivialized.

But whether it was Wilson or James Wesley, there was never any strange look on their faces (read violent novels, just go on the Feilu Novel Network!). ）

Time passed by minute by minute.

Wilson was always in the room with Vanessa.

Finally, Wesley’s words from outside the door made him stand up.

“Mr. Fisk, I caught the poisoned murderer.”

Wilson walked out the door calmly.

“Take me to him.”

A soundproofed room in the Union Building.

When Wilson and Wesley arrived in the room, the security guards saluted the two, and Wilson might have greeted them in the usual way, but now he was silent.

In his pupils, emotions called anger and killing were boiling.

A man who was tied up was pushed in front of him.

Under the light, the man’s face turned purple and blue, apparently having been interrogated.

“Tell me, who sent you?”

Wilson said as he looked at the man calmly.

But what responded to him was a mouthful of spit from the man.

This scene made the people around almost move, but under Wilson’s gesture, they all stood in place.

“It seems that you are a tough guy, very good.”

Wilson wiped the saliva from his body and then said to everyone in the room:

“You all go out and let me talk to this tough guy alone.”

“Yes, Mr. Fisk.”

Wesley then led his men out of the room.

No one knows exactly how Wilson and the man communicated.

It was only when Wilson came out again a moment later that he had already obtained the intelligence he wanted.

“Wesley, summon everyone for me!”

“Okay, Mr. Fisk, who are we targeting?”

“All of New York.”

Wilson said calmly and indifferently.

He strode away, and then a curious subordinate went to take a look in the room.

With just one glance, he vomited.

Because what lay on the floor of that room was no longer human.

It’s a lump of mashed meat and rotten meat.

There were fist prints on it

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