Marvel's The Force Awakens

Both sides froze for a moment, and finally Peter picked up his phone and pressed the connect button.He glanced at Joe and put the phone on speakerphone.

The familiar voice of Weasel immediately came from the microphone.

"Little Red Riding Hood, you are causing quite a lot of trouble tonight." At this moment, the Weasel's voice sounded quite uneasy, even a little panicked.And for some reason, Peter always felt a little guilty.

"It seems that you already know my current situation." Peter replied, with a bit of evil in his tone. "Then tell me, are you my friend or my enemy now?"

"If I were really your enemy, I wouldn't make this call to you now." Weasel said hurriedly. "Okay, let's seize the moment and solve it before it becomes too late. You will be talking to a person next. And for the sake of your life, I suggest you agree to everything he proposes. Require."

Before Peter could get more information out of Weasel, the call was cut off.The next moment, the phone was connected again, and a strange voice spoke.

"Red Masked Man, please allow me to use this title. After all, the name Little Red Riding Hood... is somewhat insulting." The voice sounded sharp and hoarse, with a sense that made people feel a little uncomfortable. childish voice.Although every word the other person said was extremely polite, the strange accent and voice gave his words an eerie feeling.

"Let me guess, you are the mastermind behind everything tonight." Peter did not follow the weasel's request, with a hint of hostility in his tone.Surprisingly, the other party did not show anger over this.

"You can say that, and then I want to correct you. It's not just tonight. Thirty hours ago, the Russian gang was also under my control." Peter was surprised by the unexpected honesty of the other party. all of a sudden. "My name is Wilson Fisk. Of course, some people like to call me by another name: Kingpin."

"Kingpin." Peter snorted through his nose.For some reason, as soon as the other party said this nouveau riche nickname, Peter felt a sense of disgust from the bottom of his heart. "Mr. Fisk, I have a question. Why would someone like you want to talk to me?"

"Because I believe we have a common goal." Fisk continued in his rusty voice. "I believe we can be great partners."

"What you mean, partner, is that you, a man who has murdered dozens of people, and I have a common goal." Peter coughed a few times, and the wound on his chest suddenly felt a dull pain.He gritted his teeth without making any sound of pain.

"Yes, I don't know if you have forgotten the identity of the person you are protecting now," Fisk continued, and when he heard this, Joe on the side couldn't help but tremble. "The Moretti family is the largest drug supplier and loan shark in New York City. Over the past hundred years, more than a thousand families have been destroyed because of them. This cancer has existed in New York for too long. I'm just giving this city the surgery it needs."

Peter fell silent, and Fisk on the other end of the phone seemed pleased with the direction the conversation was taking.He paused for a moment, giving Peter some time to think, and then spoke again. "All the members of the Moretti family who died there tonight have already committed too many sins. They have to pay the price for what they have done, and I just happened to be the judge in this matter. It’s just the identity of the person.”

Joe was a little nervous. The person on the phone didn't seem to be willing to be an enemy of the red-helmeted weirdo in front of him.And if the person in front of him really remains neutral, or even becomes his enemy, the remaining glimmer of hope he has will be extinguished.However, Peter's next answer made him relax a little.

"Really?" Peter sneered. "Are you really sure that all the people who died tonight are

Did they deserve their death? Those bodyguards you slaughtered were just doing their jobs.Even if you leave them aside, what about the five waiters and chefs you killed? What crime did they commit? Did they cook the pasta without adding salt?"

"Then...they...that's not..." Fisk's tone was a bit hesitant and anxious, as if he couldn't decide what he should say.After a while, he gradually calmed down and gave his reply.

"Although they are not...participants, they are not really clean. As people who know the inside story, they turn a blind eye to the evil happening around them and turn a blind eye to the evil happening around them. They accept the things that are full of blood with peace of mind. money."

"So their ignorance alone means they should be punished with death?" Peter asked relentlessly, but the other party just chuckled.

"Red-faced Man, I don't know what the world is like when you are serious. But as this society progresses, we always have to make certain trade-offs." Fisk said unhurriedly. "Look at the final result. The two most powerful underworld forces in this city have been wiped out, and the number of people involved has been reduced to a minimum. You can now make this result no longer flawed. Will Joe Mo. Rui submits to me, don't give the Moretti family any chance to resurrect."

"You need to pause for a moment. You keep saying that you got rid of two gangsters in New York, but you only did it to get rid of your competitors. You actually brag about it as your own achievement, except that you are thick-skinned enough. Besides, what's the difference between you and them?" Peter retorted mercilessly, feeling disgusted by the other party's behavior of embellishing his own face.

"Of course I'm different from them." Fisk's tone was full of confidence. "Perhaps our methods may be... too similar now. But they are just mad dogs driven by their own desires. I, I have my own goals. I want to make this city great again, and I want to make every one of it great again. All the stains in the corners have been removed. And for this goal, I am willing to do things that I don’t want to do.”

"As long as you have a noble reason, it doesn't mean you can resort to any means. In addition, you may sound high-sounding, but only the devil knows what you are thinking."

"I'm willing to use time to prove this." Fisk replied simply. "Of course, the current series of events may not conform to the moral standards in your heart, but this is the reality. I don't need you to do anything more. Leave and be a neutral bystander, as long as you don't block my way, I will show you my tolerance and generosity."

Peter fell silent, glanced at the phone in his hand, and then at Joe sitting aside, feeling conflicted in his heart.What the other party said was not unreasonable, and it was not his concern at all.More importantly, a series of developments tonight were completely beyond his control.If he refuses this man's proposal, his fate may be miserable.

Fisk was very satisfied with the silence. He laughed a few times and then continued: "Don't worry, you still have a lot of time to think about it. My people have received orders. As long as you don't take the initiative to attack them or obstruct them, If they complete their mission, they will not take the initiative to attack you. All you have to do now is just get away and leave."

At this moment, Peter's eyebrows twitched, he cut off the call, opened the drawer in the office, and stuffed his cell phone in.After taking two deep breaths, he stood up and pulled Qiao up from the sofa.

"Damn, they have been using this phone to search for our location." Peter's face looked quite bad. "This person is just stalling for time. The group of pursuers have already reached the third floor."

Michael arrived on the third floor, raised his gun and walked slowly in the direction of Peter and Joe.Two teammates were following him, covering him.At this moment, new instructions came from their headphones.

"They are already alert, rush in immediately, don't give them more time."