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

Meanwhile, half of that damn month-long mission was already past.

Fisk never took Ophelia's threats seriously.

However, the voice that brought him into this world was something he could not ignore.

If he cannot complete the task within a month.

Then the end might really be death... If Fisk knew he was going to die when he first came to this world, he might not have felt much.

To die is to die.

But after experiencing the beauty of Mrs. Stacy.

Fisk suddenly didn't want to die anymore.

Therefore, he needs to hurry up and complete the task ahead of time.

Otherwise, you’re really dead!

"Why, are you scared?

Miss Mercenary?"

Ena Maynard rolled her eyes and said, "Boss, provocation doesn't work on me."

"Hahaha, don't worry, I'm not as crazy as you think. Everything is under control!"

Fisk held up a telescope, looked at the late Irishman, and muttered quietly: "There are dozens of shops like this in New York!

If these are also considered Irish strongholds, then I have to speed up! "

Chapter 32 Mr. Benjamin, can you please think about your wife?

Fisk walked into the bank's lobby.

Because it was almost evening and the bank was about to close, so there weren't too many people.

This bank is opened by Italians.

The main customers are also Italians in New York.

Normally, in addition to normal savings payments and operating investments.

It’s the Italian Mafia’s largest black gold storage point in New York.

Compared to the loose Irish.

The Italians are very well organized.

The Godfather, who is far away in Italy, remotely controls the overall situation.

Although, the old godfather has been on Italy's wanted list for thirteen years.

However, the Italian police and Interpol arrested him forty or fifty times, but he managed to escape every time.

It is very difficult to transport the black money earned from New York back to Italy.

The Italians came up with a compromise.

That is to use the money to invest in Canada, actually to buy drugs in Canada.

Then, it is shipped back to Italy via cargo ships at Canadian ports and sold by Italian branch families, thereby earning higher profits. This way, they can not only obtain enough profits, but also allow those family branches who are almost penniless in Italy to share in the huge wealth, allowing them to wholeheartedly support the old godfather.

The old godfather has ruled the Italian mafia family for more than forty years through such means.

This process, which he personally customized, has never gone wrong.

It can be called a legend in the industry.

However, this myth is about to be broken today.

Ena Maynard left the bank under the eager gaze of the manager on duty today.

She didn't see Fisk standing in the corner.

Or maybe she saw it.

But he pretended not to see it.

But no matter what, it is now completely clear who has the key to the safe.

Fisk's target is the vault.

He has no money left.

He needs money now, whether it is to buy arms, hire people or pay salaries, which requires a large amount of US dollars as support.

He found out that the Italians had just completed a large-scale human organ trade not long ago...hundreds of matched homeless people were taken away from the shelter.

A few hours later, a cargo ship loaded with soybeans sailed towards Germany.

At almost the same time, the Italian mafia withdrew a cash remittance of more than 30 million US dollars from Citibank and transferred it to this bank.

If it weren't for the great turmoil that happened in Hell's Kitchen not long ago.

This money should have been transferred to Canada long ago and turned into a container full of drugs!

Now, the money is now in this bank.

Although this bank appears to be just a small bank.

But the Italian Mafia was well prepared.

There are no keys and passwords in the hands of bank executives.

The door of the safe is strong enough to withstand dozens of kilograms of TNT.

There are Italian strongholds around here, if anyone dares to attack here.

Then the police may not arrive as fast as the Italian gang members.

Therefore, Fisk and his team don't have much time left.

In addition, robbing money is one thing, but there is another very important thing, which is to set fire to the Irish.

The Italians are too lazy to completely provoke a fight between gangs.

They only think about making money and have long lost the edge they had in the past to expand territory.

So I have to push them.

After leaving the bank, Fisk headed towards the building not far away.

Lester was already waiting downstairs.

There was also a bald old man following him.

This old guy looks like a university professor, but his face is a little sinister, and his eyebrows and beard are white, a bit like Dr. Agasa in Conan. But he is not as fat as Dr. Ali, but it is not related to his thin body.

Although he is not young anymore.

But he is still tall and strong.

“Boss, this is Adrian Toomes, a friend of mine.

Boss, you asked me to find a reliable helper to help.

So I found him.

He just looks older. I was in jail with him and he is only in his early 40s. "

Lester patted the old man next to him.

This guy doesn't look like he's forty years old.

However, can electrical engineers also be considered a type of programmer?

Then it all makes sense.

"Adrian Toomes?"

Fisk whispered the name.

I always feel something familiar.

But, I didn't have any impression.

This old guy has an extremely sharp gaze.

Every move he made didn't seem like that of a human being.

It's like a goshawk hunting in the wilderness.

Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem like someone you can easily mess with.

It’s just…is this really only forty years old?

Seeing that Fisk didn't say anything, Lester said, "This time, it was all his credit to catch Benjamin.

This guy Benjamin is as slippery as a loach. If he hadn't taken action, he would have slipped away."

Adrian Toomes didn't say anything either.

Fisk suddenly swung his fist and punched forward.

Lester narrowed his eyes, but did not move.

Adrian Tomes, however, retreated quickly as if facing a powerful enemy.

At the same time, the clothes on his body swelled up like balloons, and his two hands waved quickly like birds, and the whole person actually flew up from the ground out of thin air.

Although, it only flew a few centimeters before falling back to the ground.

But he also successfully dodged Fisk's fierce punch.

You know, even special forces may not be able to escape Fisk's sudden attack.

"Adrian Tombs is an electrical scientist. He wanted to fly like a bird since he was a child, so he invented this flight suit on his own, which allows him to fly anti-gravity like a bird, up to dozens of meters." Lester explained.

Adrian Toombs added: "This is just an initial product. I already have a complete plan. In the future, it will not only be able to fly a few dozen meters, but also hundreds of meters, or even fly in the sky for a whole day. There will be no problem."

"Vulture!"

Fisk suddenly narrowed his eyes, and he remembered who this old man was.

Adrian Toomes, this guy is a genius in electrical engineering, but he has a dream of flying. He wants to fly freely in the sky like a bird. He is a genius who has successfully created a powerful combat suit that can be mass-produced by relying on some electronic fragments.