Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Of course, he is not some perverted warden.

There is no special prisoner sadism fetish.

The treatment of prisoners is overly strict.

But it's not excessive.

Therefore, Lester had a good impression of the warden.

At the same time, we also know that the warden is an extremely greedy guy. Relying on the fact that prisoners do not ask for salary, he has contracted many public projects in New York City and received a lot of project transfer fees from other contractors.

"Mr. Warden, there's no need to be so nervous, my boss wants to negotiate a deal with you.

Of course, the rewards are good.”

Lester put down the pistol in his hand, put his arm around Dr. Kraft's shoulders, took him to the table, pulled out a chair, asked him to sit down, and then walked to the shadows at the back and hid.

Dr. Kraft swallowed.

In the darkness, something was pushed over the table.

It's a small box.

The desk lamp was turned on.

A face that looked intimidating without even being angry, and cruel at a glance, appeared behind the yellow desk lamp.

Dr. Kraft stared at the face.

He doesn't recognize it.

His eyes slowly moved downwards, and there were cigars in the box.

Dr. Kraft doesn't smoke, but just by looking at the complicated wrapping paper of the cigars, he knows that these cigars must be very expensive.

"Dr. Kraft, do you need me to cut one for you?" Fisk squinted his eyes, and with his thumb and index finger, he gently stretched out the cigar cutter. Under the light, the sharp blade reflected a bright light like stars.

Dr. Kraft suddenly felt a pain in his throat.

I touched it subconsciously with my hand.

There were no wounds.

But the bone-chilling cold still lingered on his neck.

Dr. Kraft swallowed and said tremblingly, "I don't smoke...Do you want me to help you escape from prison?"

Fisk looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man in front of him and did not answer his question. Instead, he asked, "Dr. Kraft, don't you have any children?"

"I'm divorced... the child was awarded to his mother."

"Oh!" Fisk picked up a cigar and threw it to Lester who was not far away. Then he cut another one for himself. With the sound of the lighter ding-dong, the smoke slowly floated up. It was a bit choking, but not pungent. "Then you must pay a lot of child support every month!"

Dr. Kraft understood.

This person probably doesn't want my help in transporting any prisoners out... Does he also need to kill someone and need my help in finding a sniper location?

However, he did not take the initiative to ask, but forced himself to calm down, and said in a calm tone: "You have to pay $3,500 per month as child support, and you can visit the child for two days every month."

"If you want to sue again and get the custody of the child back, how much money will you need?"

Dr. Kraft looked up, a little confused: "Why should I take the child back?"

"Don't you want kids?"

"I do, but I don't have time to take care of him. I would rather spend all my salary on child support every month than let him live alone without his father or mother. And his mother obviously can't afford $3,500 a month in child support."

"It seems that you are very self-aware." Fisk smiled and pursed his lips. "I like to do business with people who are self-aware."

As he spoke, Fisk picked up the box beside his leg and placed it on the table. One was not enough, so he took a second, a third, and a fourth.

Just like stacking building blocks, they were piled up high.

"Open it and take a look. I believe you will like it."

Dr. Kraft opened the top box with some doubt.

Before opening the box, he thought it contained US dollars, but when the golden gold bars reflected the light of the desk lamp and hit his face, he slammed the box shut.

Inside the box was a heavy nugget of gold.

Wider than his palm.

He didn't see the specific weight written on the gold bar.

But just by looking at them, he knew that these gold nuggets must be worth a lot of money.

"Here are two million dollars of gold bars!" Fisk patted the four boxes, "I want to borrow some serious criminals from your prison, the kind of vicious and ruthless troublemakers!

Those troublemakers who were sentenced to thousands of years in prison or death!

When the matter is done, I will give you two more pieces of gold of the same weight."

Fisk stood up. His huge body, like a small mountain, not only blocked the moonlight outside the window, but also weighed heavily on Dr. Kraft's heart like a towering mountain. "Dr. Kraft, do you think this business can be done?"

Dr. Kraft opened the box again, looked at the golden nuggets inside, reached out to take them, but found that he couldn't even grab them with one hand.

He stretched out his two hands and barely managed to grasp the gold nugget, but the gold nugget was extremely heavy. Even with both hands, it was still very difficult to lift it.

The bones in my wrists even made a constant crackling sound.

But he could still only lift the gold a few centimeters.

But this made Dr. Kraft determined.

"Recently, a flu has spread in New York, brought by illegal immigrants. The prison has taken measures to prevent the spread of the disease, but many prisoners have still been infected... How many people are you going to take away?"

"The more, the merrier."

"Then give me a list."

Fisk shook his head, smiled and patted Dr. Kraft's arm, "I'll have to pick it myself!"

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early morning

When the bright sunshine appears above the sky.

All the prisoners gathered in the cafeteria under the supervision of prison guards.

After a simple but nutritious meal of oatmeal and bacon and eggs, they will start their day's work.

In this prison, no matter what age or how old you are, you must complete all the quota work.

Otherwise, what awaits them is dark confinement so painful that it would make people give up hope of living.

However, today after dinner.

The prison guards did not let them leave.

Instead, all cameras were turned off.

All the protective doors of the cafeteria were closed.

The chefs who were responsible for serving meals were nowhere to be seen.

Only the fierce-looking prison guards holding batons were still in the cafeteria, patrolling back and forth, scanning every prisoner's face vigilantly.

"Snapped!"

A person also walked in from outside the protective door.

He smiled and greeted all the prison guards.

He called out every prison guard's name accurately.

As familiar as a family.

His appearance also caused quite a stir.

Many people know him.

This person is Lester.

Lester was seen wearing a well-tailored suit, looking like an upper-class man.

Many prisoners showed envy in their eyes.

This lucky guy.

Mingming, like them, had blood on his hands.

But he was free as if nothing had happened.

And they can only stay in this damn prison, rotting and stinking.

Lester jumped onto the front table. He looked around and nodded to some familiar faces around him: "Everyone, I believe many of you know me, and many of you don't. But it doesn't matter! It's not important!"

Lester pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, held it between his thumb and index finger, and continued, “My boss needs some reliable helpers.

He is a wealthy businessman.

At the same time, the strength is very strong.

However, he has been in some trouble recently.

Need some help from some smart guys.

he ask me.

Lester, do you know where the most insane killers in New York are?"

When Lester said this, his voice was deliberately sharp, like a drake, which made many prisoners laugh.

But the laughter disappeared after a short while. The prison guards walked over, identified all those who were laughing with their mouths wide open, hit them on the head with rubber sticks, then grabbed their necks and dragged them out.

Soon, a large number of seats were vacant in the restaurant.

The action was decisive and without any hesitation.

Apparently, this wasn't the first time the prison guards had done something like this.

Even the prisoners who were beaten just grumbled and did not dare to show any dissatisfaction.

Lester waited until it was over, until the last prisoner had been dragged out, before continuing: "My boss is a very good man, and if anyone asked me this question, I would definitely tell him.

Hey, standing in front of you is the best assassin in New York!