Marvel's The Force Awakens

"The explosion that occurred at the historic Covindro House last night has been confirmed to be caused by a gas explosion. This tragedy, which caused up to 17 casualties, is called one of the largest cases in the history of New York City."

"Chief Paddington has stated that the incident is not related to a terrorist attack. However, due to the background identity of the owner of this building, they cannot completely rule out the possible connection between the bombing and the mass shooting that occurred on the same night. This resulted in The shooting that killed five and injured two occurred just less than a mile away from Covindro's house at Runda Mall..."

Wesley pressed the button on the TV remote control, and the somewhat handsome news reporter disappeared from the screen.There was silence in the room.

He turned to Fisk, who was watching.The bald, muscular man, who weighed two hundred kilograms, put his hands on his chin.Without saying a word, he felt an inexplicable sense of authority.

"Even the morning news reported this, and half of New York knew about it. This is the low-key action we requested," Wilson Fisk said slowly,

"The time of the clean-up team was too short. They had to evacuate only three-quarters of the way through the work. But it's good to be able to do this. We put a few scapegoats on it and spent some money. Take care of those congressmen. In half a year at most, the people of New York will forget all this." Wesley tried his best to report all this in a relaxed tone, although he himself knew that last night's operation was terrible. "In the long run, this is nothing more than a minor inconvenience."

"The police arrived at the scene more than 20 minutes earlier than agreed. They took my money but broke the contract." Judging from his words, he was focused on another matter.

"According to our internal intelligence, the person who came to check was not one of ours." Wesley replied softly. "The other party is from another jurisdiction. If I remember correctly, his name is George Stacey. After all, he is an official captain. Although the other party has not transferred the order, our people cannot refuse the other party to pass the protection Circle’s request.”

Fisk tapped his fingers unconsciously on the table. "Before executing this plan, we spent a lot of resources on ensuring that the police would stay on the sidelines. Those who should be bribed have already been bribed. Have we never paid attention to this person before?"

"We have contacted him many times within the police department." Wesley replied respectfully. "Every temptation was resolved by him before it even started. He seemed to be aware of our influence on the police. Although Officer Stacey was not willing to join us, he had not done so before last night. There are signs of hindering our plan. He is indifferent to our activities within the police, and even voluntarily gave up his previous position and avoided us as much as possible. Based on previous judgments, he is just a smart man who wants to protect himself. , even if it cannot be won over, there is no need to spend more force to suppress it.”

"However, it was this smart man who kept himself safe, who almost ruined last night's event." Fisk roared without warning, slamming his hands on the table in front of him.And the work of art, which was carved from a single piece of marble and worth nearly five thousand US dollars, was blasted with a spiderweb-like crack by Fisk's angry blow.

Wesley on the side also wisely did not speak, allowing the anger in Fisk's heart to slowly subside.

He knew something about the temper and character of his boss and long-time friend.Wesley couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If it weren't for this shortcoming, Fisk's achievements would probably be even higher than what he is now.God is indeed fair. After giving him a perfect body and an excellent brain, he then gave him this yoke.

Fisk took a few deep breaths, massaged his forehead and temples with his hands, trying hard to calm down. "I can't allow this behavior to happen again, Wesley."

"That's natural." Wesley accommodated him in a neither arrogant nor humble manner. "Further strengthening the control of the police is originally the most important part of our next plan."

"Increase the total resources for wooing the police by [-] percentage points. We cannot let it affect other... links. Well, the operation of other links." Fisk calmed down and quickly made his decision. "We need more die-hards, not just wallflowers who give us some conveniences just because they are profitable. We need to speed up the attack on the remaining senior personnel as much as possible. We need them to be our weapons. , lackey. Only then can our investment begin to pay off."

"Understood. I will convey the new plan immediately." Wesley nodded, and then hesitated slightly. "So, this Officer Stacey who ruined our show, do I need to find someone to deal with him once and for all? A car accident, an accident, he is just a person, we can do it very cleanly. "

Fisk was silent for a moment, going through several struggles in his mind before making a decision. "No, we can't do that just yet."

"Oh" Wesley looked a little surprised, but Fisk was very surprised.

His explanation was quickly given.

"We have left too many dead bodies in our recent activities. We can try our best, but in the end, some people will always find the clues related to them." Fisk replied calmly, He looked completely different from the furious look he had just now. "Now we should try our best to hide ourselves and let those who are interested in forgetting us first. Only in this way can we carry out the next plan more conveniently."

"And..." Fisk twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile. "There are a lot of smart people in the police. If Officer Stacey died in an accident after doing such a thing, someone will definitely pin this matter on our heads. Lenovo does not need Proof, Wesley. It's not worth getting them to resist a little guy like that."

"Understood, then we will ignore him for the time being."

"No, necessary actions must still be taken." Fisk shook his head. "If this smart man does something stupid again, I'm afraid I will unscrew his head with my own hands. Find an opportunity to completely withdraw him from this circle so that he can no longer interfere in our affairs. Now, let us Let’s discuss our new friend.”

"You mean...Red Mask"

"That's right." Fisk nodded. "More than Officer Stacey, he is the culprit of last night's plan almost...collapse. How much do we know about this man now?"

"Not much." Wesley adjusted his glasses. "We didn't get much information from Mr. Hammer. Although this red mask is a frequent visitor to the other party's business, he is very cautious in protecting himself, and it can even be said to be overly cautious."

"So, what do we know now?"

"Very limited. The opponent is short in height and thin in body. And according to the voice, he should not be more than 25 years old. He had some relationship with the little Moretti guy he rescued before, and even worked for him. One move. You should still remember what happened in warehouse No. 14 a few months ago."

"He did it that time... This can also explain why he took action this time." Fisk suddenly realized, nodded, and then frowned. "But do we only have this bit of junk information? According to this description, we can easily find thousands of matching people on the streets of New York."

"There are more." Wesley showed a subtle expression. "The opponent is undoubtedly a person with super powers. According to those who participated in the battle last night, he broke Michael's neck from a distance of five meters with just a gesture. The opponent also has a Unidentified helper. All the blockers we arranged were solved by him."

"There is more and more information, but not much of it is good." Fisk sighed, and unconsciously began to touch the cracks on the table. "A person with superpowers is a mutant or an alien?"

"The information we received is not clear, but if it is a mutant, there should be nothing to worry about." After thinking for a moment, Wesley slowly expressed his opinion. "If it's an alien, we might have to pay attention to which force the other person belongs to."

"If that's the case, we also need our own forces of the same level. You are responsible for this and open up the channels on the weasel's side as soon as possible. We still need their help to control New York City."

"As ordered." Wesley nodded and began to report on the next step. "Now, in addition to other finishing work, the first step of the plan has been fully achieved. We have taken over all the Moretti family's property and family business in Hell's Kitchen. After deducting the expenses, our total gain is still considerable. , it will take some time to digest this.”

"Very well, I trust your decision in this regard. If nothing else..." Fisk nodded and was about to ask Wesley to step back.But when his eyes glanced at the table that had been broken by himself, he suddenly seemed a little hesitant.

"Um, Wesley, look..." This strong man who could break rocks with his bare hands seemed a little shy and couldn't say what he said. "I...I may need a new table. The name of the one you recommended last time is..."

Wesley was stunned for a moment and quickly reacted.

"You are talking about the huanghuali table made by Master Ollivander, right? It is a seven-foot-four-inch antique long table. It refers to the style of the French fifteenth century. It is indeed a fine product. But to be honest, it has nothing to do with you. The rest of the furniture... doesn't fit together well." Wesley rattled off the details of what he had seen more than four months ago and gave his own suggestions.

Fisk nodded. "Then just change all the rest. I just want to change the decoration to... adjust my mood. You have a much better taste in these things than I do, so I'll leave that to you is you."

Wesley nodded, turned and exited the room.Fisk, on the other hand, kept staring at the cracks on the table that he had smashed, feeling a little dazed for a moment.