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

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But unfortunately, when crossing the bridge, they were surprised to find that tonight's entertainment might end before it even began.

Because dense police cars have blocked all entrances and exits to the Manhattan Peninsula.

Above the sky, helicopters flew by one after another, and their cold incandescent headlights swept across the top of every car, like a pair of cold eyes, looking indifferently at every person who passed by below.

Don't ask, the answer is that the bank was robbed, and in addition to tens of millions of dollars, a large amount of jewelry was also lost.

But as to which bank—all the banks on the Manhattan Peninsula exploded.

This not only made the entire New York police feel dizzy.

It also successfully delayed enough time.

It is not difficult to imagine that all banks on the Manhattan Peninsula will face their own bank runs tomorrow.

But it doesn’t matter, Stark Business Insurance will eventually cover all the expenses. Stark Business Insurance is the best business shield.

"Fisk, what are you doing?"

“I’m about to put a hole in your head with my gun.

What the hell do you say I'm doing?

I’m out of bullets.”

Wilson Grant Fisk cursed as he loaded the magazine into his pistol. "By the way, do you want me to get caught? Call me Kingpin! You damn bastard!"

While cursing, he opened the car window and kept pulling the trigger at the police car chasing him. The fat white policeman had to step on the brakes under the threat of the gun.

But the bullet still penetrated the car window and quickly penetrated his chest. Fortunately, the bulletproof vest successfully only broke a few ribs, but he subconsciously stepped on the accelerator and the police car still crashed into a trash can on the side of the road.

It looks like tomorrow morning, not only will Manhattan's road administration be cursing, but the cleaners will also be cursing when they go to work.

Fisk is extremely tall, and his huge body is like a small mountain.

The originally spacious van was now packed to the brim.

There were blue duffel bags piled up around him.

Today's harvest is stored inside.

As a newcomer who has just entered the underworld for four years, Mr. Fisk has the first big deal in his life.

Rob the Manhattan International Bank!

After careful preliminary investigation and thrilling on-site implementation, they successfully attracted the entire New York City police force to chase and intercept them!

Unfortunately, because some damn idiot took the wrong road, they were unable to drive out of the Manhattan Peninsula as originally planned.

But that’s okay, because Manhattan is an island!

The bullet-riddled van rushed onto the rocky beach. The clanging sounds soon broke the wheels and bearings. Black smoke rose from the engine in front of the car, and the robbers rushed out of the van.

In the distance, several speedboats have been parked, which is also one of the preliminary preparations.

Fisk tucked the pistol back into his waistband and slung the duffel bag over his shoulder while picking up the SIG MPX.

It's not that there's any advantage to using a submachine gun against helicopters and police cars right now.

It simply has no recoil and a fast enough rate of fire, making it suitable for shooting while looking back while carrying a large bag of gold.

"You don't need a gun, John is broken.

We don't have enough manpower, you are responsible for transporting the packages, and we will cover you!"

I could hear my teammates shouting and hearing fierce gunfire.

Fisk didn't hesitate too much.

He nodded, throwing the gun away and shouldering more duffel bags instead.

The luggage bags were filled with gold, jewels and accessories.

He simply ignored the luggage bags containing US dollars.

These things are extremely heavy.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to lift it, and only Fisk can carry it.

He heaved a bundle of duffel bags onto his shoulders with great effort.

Fisk strode towards the speedboat not far away.

The robbers did not follow, but instead stayed around the van and kept shooting at the police who were chasing them.

Throw the bag on the ground.

Fisk ran back to the van and started moving the items a second time.

When we came back, the surface of the van was covered with dense bullet holes.

The robbers were all injured, but no one was willing to retreat.

If they escape now, it would mean they would have to abandon nearly tens of millions of dollars worth of gold and jewelry.

This is something they will never earn in their entire lifetime.

"Don't hold on any longer, what's left are dollars, set them on fire and leave!"

Fisk grabbed the second batch of luggage bags and threw them onto the speedboat with force, while the robbers took turns to cover behind him.

But just as he was about to climb up, a pistol was pointed at his head.

"Sorry, Fisk, there's no room for you on this boat!"

"Fuck you!"

"Oh!"

When Chen Man opened his eyes.

A tearing pain flashed on his forehead, and countless memories entered his mind. The clanking sound of his wrists and the feeling of being restrained allowed Chen Man to retain his final clarity amid the torrent of memories.

Wilson Grant Fisk.

Cruel, cold-blooded and merciless.

A natural gangster with a strong learning ability.

Have a big dream - to become a real underworld emperor.

After careful planning, he successfully robbed the Manhattan International Bank, but at the last moment of his escape he was betrayed by his companions.

A bullet entered his skull at a 47-degree angle, penetrated the bone and exited from the back of his head.

The New York police took him to the hospital out of humanitarianism and saved his life after nearly 17 hours of rescue work, but he has since become a vegetable...

"Where am I now?"

Chen Man felt his whole body was extremely heavy, as if it was filled with lead blocks.

He tried his best to control the frequency of blinking, trying to adjust his eyes to the light.

Slowly, he began to sense every sensation, and some vague memories began to flash in his mind.

"Drip drip!"

I heard the crisp sound of machines beeping.

The sound was particularly eye-catching. Even though Chen Man had just woken up, he was still fully focused on it.

"Crack!"

The door was pushed open.

A black nurse, with a body like a wild bear, stuck her head in from outside holding a folder.

Her face was full of impatience.

But soon his face turned into shock.

She closed the door like crazy and then shouted, "Doctor, doctor, bed 14 has woken up, call the police, call the police, call the police!"

"police?"

Chen Man didn't know what was wrong with him, but deep down he became nervous for no reason.

"Can't stay here!"

“Why should I be afraid of the police?”

"Robbery, murder, carjacking, car theft, endangering public safety, illegal possession of weapons and ammunition... New York has the death penalty, and even if you are not sentenced to death, you will have to serve more than 180 years in prison." Countless charges suddenly appeared in Chen Man's mind.

"who am I?"

Chen Man's brain suddenly became extremely clear.

He is Chen Man for sure.

But at this moment, he is even more Wilson Grant Fisk!

A gang member with big ambitions.

An extremely dangerous person who has been diagnosed as a vegetative state and is lying in bed, but still has to wear handcuffs.

"No, if I were discovered, I would have already recovered.

Then immediately, he will be transferred to the heavy prison hospital!

By then, there will be nowhere to run.

This Mr. Fisk - he's a notorious gang member.

The local law is that before going to court.

The prosecutor will hold a judicial consultation with the prisoner.