Warlock of the Marvel Universe

"Is this enough?"

Until Stephanie left the room, Fisk and Mrs. Gao still looked confused.

Fisk always felt that what happened in front of him was fake. After all, guaranteeing his assets in front of the FBI was no small matter in his opinion. However, Evanson and the others did not spend a lot of time on this, but simply After just a few simple conversations, they actually said everything was settled.And they didn't even bother to arrange such things as not to accuse us after the incident happened, which shows how determined they are.

"Are you worried about the Malik family coming forward?" Evanson was not worried at all.Hydra has been working hard in secret for so many years, and now is the golden age for them to fully blossom and bear fruit.

Pierce and the others have fully mastered S.H.I.E.L.D., and they are just waiting for the time to show up in the sun.And Gideon Malik has devoted his main energy to the business and political circles. Not only in the United States, he has extraordinary influence in many countries. I don’t know how many high-ranking officials who appear to be famous on the surface are secretly supported by him. Doorman.The FBI, which upholds law and justice, has no idea how many lackeys and minions he has planted.

So it doesn’t need to be said that Stephanie personally called to arrange this matter. All he had to do was show some intention and give a little hint, and wanted to save the property of a gangster. Something that comes easily.

"The Malik family has a distinguished status. This time, the eldest daughter of their family will help. This matter will be absolutely foolproof." At this time, Mrs. Gao also hurriedly spoke out for Fisk, expressing that she was completely relieved.

Fisk also nodded silently. Although I have known for a long time that the democracy and freedom advocated by the US government is nonsense, today it seems that my understanding is still too superficial.

What seemed like a big deal to me, something that I had absolutely no solution for, was actually solved easily by a little girl with just a few phone calls.I have spent half my life working hard to achieve my current status, but as a result, others are better than me right away.

Alas, Fisk sighed. At this time, he remembered his father again. This bastard knew how to drink and beat his wife before, and he didn't do anything serious. If he was willing to work hard for a few years, he would leave a fortune for himself. , putting aside everything else, at least it wouldn’t be that difficult when I started my own business.

You really deserve to be beaten to death by me with a hammer. Fisk gritted his teeth, gathered his thoughts and said in a calm voice, "Since the problem I was worried about at the beginning is no longer a problem now, I am willing to transfer my assets according to your request." Move over there, then we can make a deal now.”

Fisk has already made up his mind to do whatever it takes to save Vanessa.And he is not worried that after transferring his assets, he will return to the hard days before starting a business.Although these properties no longer belong to you, you should still have the right to use them.

Because any reasonable person should know that Wilson Fisk started from scratch and relied on his own hands to achieve his current status. Therefore, his value does not lie in how much money he has in the bank, nor in how much money he has in his name. The company lies in his ability, his courage, his methods, and the connections he has accumulated over the years. In short, it is him personally.

Therefore, if the other party wants me to do things for him, then if he asks me to transfer the property, it should not be because he is greedy for the money, but as a means to control himself.

This point coincides with Evenson's. Money is important, but talent is also rare, so why do we have to make a trade-off? Wouldn't it be better to have both people and money?

"We can indeed make a deal." Evanson nodded, but he suddenly changed the topic and said, "But before that, we need to sign a contract."

"Contract" Fisk and Mrs. Gao looked at each other. I know you are awesome, but is it really okay to write down this kind of thing in black and white? And look at the two of us, do we look like the kind of people who have the spirit of contract deeply rooted in their bones?

"Wait a moment." Evanson ignored their confusion and took out his mobile phone again and dialed a number. However, Fisk's sharp eyes found that this time Evanson dialed the number and there were only three digits.

"Hey, Lao Mo, it's me who's busy. Alas, don't worry about the relationship between us. So, can you write a contract for me now? I need it urgently."

"Yes, that's right. You did tell me how to write the contract. I can also write it myself, but don't I have any ready-made parchment here?"

"You need to benefit from such a small thing. You are worthy of me. How about I give you ten souls?"

"Don't even think about giving me ten cents. If you're willing to break the rules there, I won't refuse anyone who comes. What do you want?"

"It's a Rubik's Cube made by French craftsmen in the 17th century. That's fine. You tell me the details of this Rubik's Cube later. It's best to have pictures. I'll look for it for you later. Okay, I'll definitely find it for you. You can tell me the details of the Rubik's Cube." Put it in your pelvis and remember the contents of the contract."

As soon as Evanson put down the phone, he found a roll of tied parchment appearing on the table in front of him. Hey, this is really efficient. You have such skills. If you do express delivery, your monthly income will definitely not be enough. Dream

"Yes, it's written correctly." Evanson picked it up and looked at it for himself, then threw it towards Fisk. "You sign it."

"Let me take the liberty of asking." At this moment, Mrs. Gao suddenly interjected, "Who is the person who wrote this contract?"

Don't blame people for being careless. Even though Evanson could chat on the phone just now as if it were normal business, the content inside was really unsettling, like I'll give you ten souls or something.This soul, after all, is a newly derived slang? It is really the soul.

"Mephisto, one of the Seven Lords of Hell, ah." Evanson didn't hide it either. In fact, he wanted a contract and he could just write it himself.But people are different. The contract between myself and Gideon Malik can be written on a piece of A4 paper, because there is a conflict of interest between them, and the contract is only the final guarantee.

But Evanson didn't want to be too pretentious with Fisk, so it was better to bring Mephisto out and let him scare the black boss like a hob into stupidity.

Sure enough, Fisk's expression was extremely solemn when he faced this contract now. Does Mephisto, the devil spread in Faust, really exist? What is now written by him as the guarantor? Contracts are absolutely non-breachable. They are more effective than any contract law.

Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Evanson. This man could not only make friends with dignitaries, but also communicate with ghosts and gods. Could it be that he was the legendary true master?

In the end, he gritted his teeth and signed his name on the contract.

"The deal is established." Evanson put away the signed contract, and then raised his hand. The bodyguard who had had part of his life taken out from the beginning just got up after regaining his breath, but fell down again, but He was not so lucky this time. A large amount of green smoke spurted out from his seven orifices, turning into a skeleton with only skin and bones left.

And all this green smoke melted into Vanessa's body.

"Okay." Evanson slowly put down his hand. "The poison in her body has been completely eliminated, and there will be no sequelae. You can take her back and continue living your little life."

"But" Evanson's eyes suddenly turned sharp. "You should understand that I gave her a new life with just a flick of my finger, which means that I want to take her life back, which is a matter of hooking up my hands." Son."

"I understand, I completely understand." Fisk had just been immersed in the joy of being able to turn the corner under the interpreter, but now his heart suddenly sank. He knew that this time, he was completely crushed to death by the other party.

If the property is controlled by the other party, the worst thing is that you don't want it anymore. If you can start from scratch for the first time, you can naturally start it for the second time.But he can abandon Vanessa. Besides, after signing that contract, his soul probably no longer belongs to him. "Then, we won't bother you anymore. Let's take our leave."

"Wait a minute." Evanson raised his hand and stopped Mrs. Gao and Fisk who were about to leave. "I have something for you to do right now."

"Your Majesty, please speak." Mrs. Gao agreed without hesitation.

"I heard that you are engaged in real estate, not only in Hell's Kitchen, but also in other districts in New York. It is said that you also have several nice high-end apartments."

"Yes." Fisk quickly turned his brain. What did the other person mean when he asked this? He couldn't possibly mean that he wanted to give him a house. But given his identity, it would be more appropriate to directly ask for an office building.

"I also heard that you are the boss behind a venture capital bank. This bank's main business is housing loans." That's right, Fisk sells houses at high prices while lending money. This little money is not enough for this grandson to earn. .

"Don't worry too much, I'm not interested in plundering things." Evanson said comfortingly.

That's right, you can't use tricks to plunder.After today, the sovereignty of these places will all be transferred to your side.

"I also heard that the medical doctor named Stephen Stranti bought his apartment through your real estate company, and coincidentally, his loan was also obtained through your bank."

"This" Fisk did not answer immediately, "I need to check."

"No need." Evanson waved his hand, "I've checked it out, that's it."

"Then what do you think?" Fiske thought to himself, maybe that doctor had an old relationship with this person, and he wanted to get rid of the loan. It didn't matter.

"I said you don't care much about your business." Evanson scratched his head and said angrily. "Now it's been published in the newspapers. Dr. Strange was in a car accident and lost both hands. He is a surgeon." This means that I have lost my craft and have no source of income.”

"So if you don't hurry up and collect the house and collect the loan, you can keep it for charity."

"Okay, I'll do it right away. It's not difficult. I'll go back to the bank and have a meeting, and then I can determine that he has cut off his financial resources, and I will go to collect the loan immediately." Fisk said to himself that this was a mistake in his judgment. The doctor and him It's not that there's an old past, it's that there's a grudge, a big grudge.

"That's right. How can you not care about your own business as a boss?" Evanson said with a smile. "By the way, this matter is not urgent. Just follow the normal procedures and don't use any extraordinary measures." As long as the bank sends a salesperson to your doorstep every day to collect debts, all you need to do is to use regulatory means."

"Also, don't include him in the list of dishonest people. It's especially important that I need him to be able to fly, ship, and train. Do you understand?"

"Understood." You are trying to play with him to death. Fiske feels that this is like a cat and mouse, applying pressure little by little, and then swallowing it in one gulp when he has had enough and is tired of it.