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

There was blood on the edge of the box, constantly dripping down from the gap.

It looked like it had just been taken off the corpse and had not been cleaned yet.

"Then you can come and try it."

“Mr. Strong, I admit that I am no match for you.

But that doesn't mean I can't kill you.

However, if you can completely occupy the entire Hell's Kitchen within ten days, then we can discuss the next cooperation project.

Believe me, you will never regret becoming my partner." Ophelia lay on the back seat, supporting her head with one hand, a little tired, and waved with the other hand, "Goodbye, strong Mr. Fisk, I wish you good luck!"

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The brief memory disappeared from my mind.

He thought of Sister Maria's question.

Sister Maria asked him if he wanted to go to war without looking for an ally?

Fisk came back to his senses.

He looked at Sister Maria opposite him and gently put down the steamed cake in his hand.

He pulled out a satellite phone.

There is the Yashida family logo on the back.

This thing is printed like a brick, and it feels very uncomfortable when it is stuck in my chest.

However, this thing is too big to fit in my pocket, so I can only stuff it in my arms for the time being.

“Sister Maria, this time I must do it.

Not only Italians, but also Russians, Irish, Mexicans, and those inexplicable black gangs. I won't let any of them go." Fisk stretched out his hand and picked up the cake again, "Sister Maria, I know you may think I'm crazy, but throughout history, which revolution did not involve bloodshed and sacrifice?

New York City, a city riddled with gangs, will only create more and more orphans. You can save a thousand, but can you save ten thousand or a hundred thousand?

This is something that even the US government cannot do, and it is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

Only when the gang problem is solved once and for all can the orphans have their own parents and no longer have to worry about their fathers being shot dead on the way out just to buy a loaf of bread.

Also, Sister Maria, I have no interest in drugs, and I certainly don't smuggle organs.

I have a more profitable, more legal, and more secure business model.

It can completely give the entire Hell's Kitchen a new look.

There are so many ways to make money in the world. Only stupid gang members would expect to get rich from bags of white dog shit.

I'll take out all the drug dealers, and none of this shit will exist.

I believe this city will become extra safe.

Also, Sister Maria.

What do you think about transforming the area occupied by the Irish into a giant orphanage?

A giant orphanage that can accommodate more than 10,000 orphans!

How about an orphanage with complete supporting facilities, rich teaching resources, good sanitary conditions, and safety? "

Sister Maria stared at Fisk blankly.

Suddenly, she burst into laughter.

"do you know?

You are just like those bishops who tricked me into coming to New York.

But I'm willing to believe you this time.

Do you know why? "

"why?"

“Because you are my child, the child of bloodthirsty Maria.

A mother is always willing to believe in her children."

Chapter 31 Provoking trouble!

"Wrong gun!"

"What did you say?"

The pipe shook violently a few times.

The Russian man sitting in the driver's seat adjusted the rearview mirror.

Look carefully, there is a person standing at the back of the car.

A Mexican!

The strong taste of Mexican hot sauce makes people want to vomit.

The young Slavic guy frowned.

He had just arrived in New York not long ago.

He is a former KGB employee. Later, due to department layoffs, he lost his generous salary, so he came to New York to make a living.

The old guy sitting in the car is also a former KGB employee.

The two are old acquaintances.

The old guy used to be his boss.

But that was a long time ago.

Nowadays, they all make a living under the Russian gangs.

The main businesses of the Russians are smuggling, money laundering and illegal arms trafficking.

They do these businesses easily.

Especially with the collapse of the Soviet Union, those hundreds of millions of weapons, ammunition and equipment all became worthless. Keeping them in warehouses was a pure waste of space.

In the United States, these firearms with unregistered ballistics have become a boon to many gangsters and criminals.

Although, these guns were manufactured very long ago.

However, the quality is beyond reproach.

At least, in the era when they were made.

No one dares to cut corners.

"Do you know what you're holding in your hand?"

"Oh, what is it?

This is just an antique that has been stored for decades. Although it is well maintained, it is no more than five hundred dollars!"

The Mexican sneered and pulled the bolt. Although there was no bullet in the chamber, it still made the young man, who had just arrived in New York not long ago, nervous.

He subconsciously put his hands behind his back, but pretended to be very calm on the surface and said: "This is the market price. If you want to buy a gun, you can go to a gun shop. There are gun shops all over the street.

Of course, this presupposes that you have a green card!"

“If I had a green card, would I come here?

The stuff is really good, but two thousand dollars is way too expensive.

I bought the gun from a broker, and two thousand dollars is more than enough. It is definitely many times better than this antique."

“Eighteen thousand at the lowest!

The rifling of these guns is all undocumented and there are no criminal records.

The stuff you buy from those brokers, who knows if it blew someone's head off the night before.

If you don’t want these things to be counted on you, this is your best choice.”

The old guy sitting in the driver's seat, seeing that the newcomer he brought seemed to have little experience, immediately started selling himself.

Recently, the underground arms business in New York has been booming.

The Irish, Mexicans and Italians naturally had their own channels for arms.

However, those small gangs and small smuggling groups do not have any stable channels for arms.

Everyone noticed the smell of gunpowder in the air.

Everyone is very nervous.

Moreover, the number of people buying guns and bullets, not just gang members and small-time smugglers, is also increasing sharply.

People are afraid that if they are attacked, they will not have enough firepower to fight back.

Under such stimulation, the Russians naturally made a lot of money.

After all, they have the largest arsenal in the world, which contains a wide variety of weapons. The bullets alone can be used to fight several large-scale national wars.

"Okay, you succeeded in convincing me." The Mexican pondered for a moment, took out his wallet with a hesitant and painful expression, and took out a roll of US dollars.

They were all ten-dollar bills in change.

It was neatly rolled into a cylinder.

Looks very regular.

But the creases on it cannot be ignored and are real.

It should be from a small drug trafficking group.

Not all Mexican drug lords are from the Salamanca family.

There are quite a few small fights.

They are like cockroaches, which may multiply and expand into a behemoth that devours the entire market at any time.

But its current scale is far from comparable to that of the Salamanca family.

However, they are also the most important part of the ecosystem.