The Wizard of the World

"This..." Fisk and Iverson both looked at Isaac in astonishment. They had never seen anything like this before. This was full of bullets from two double-barreled shotguns, but Isaac As if nothing was wrong, he stood there and looked in the direction of the two of them with cold eyes.

"You really lack manners." As soon as Isaac finished speaking, Fisk's fat body immediately seemed to be lifted up by someone. An invisible force lifted his whole body off the ground. Before Iverson could In response, the garage door slammed shut. Now no one would find out what happened in the garage.

"What's your name?" Isaac asked Iverson.

"Sir, I think there may be some misunderstanding between us. Have you recognized the wrong person? We must have never met." Iverson forced a smile, but the next second there was something under the floor at his feet. Seven or eight sharp spears were broken out, and each spearhead was firmly pressed against the surface of Iverson's throat. As long as it went one centimeter deeper, his throat would be pierced by the spears.

"I won't ask you a third time. Say your name now."

"Iverson Basil! Sir, just call me Iverson."

"Where's him?" Isaac pointed at Fisk next to him.

"Tork Fisk."

"Bang!" As Isaye withdrew his thoughts, Fisk suddenly fell from mid-air to the ground. He looked at the young man in front of him with horrified eyes, and his Adam's apple continued to throb.

Fisk knew his weight, which was a full 430 pounds, but the guy in front of him used some means to lift himself into the air very easily. This was not something ordinary people could do.

Feeling the coldness coming from the tip of the spear, this feeling was unpleasant. You didn’t need to look at Iverson to know that his neck must be full of goosebumps at this moment. Seeing that Isaac had no intention of speaking, he had no choice but to encourage him. He mustered up the courage to speak out and asked: "Sir, what is the purpose of your coming here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the spears fell to the ground as if they had lost control. Isaac raised his hands, and two silver rings appeared out of thin air in his hands.

"In order to find some loyal followers, now please both of you wear this around your neck." Isaac threw the two silver rings to Fisk and Iverson respectively.

"Of course, you can also choose to refuse, but you definitely don't want to experience the consequences of rejecting me." Isaac smiled strangely.

The big pit on his chest suddenly began to squirm, and a large number of black beetles crawled out from nowhere and covered Isayah's chest again, and the blue light emitting from it also dimmed.

Seeing this scene, Iverson did not hesitate to put the silver ring on his neck. Unexpectedly, the silver ring seemed to be tailor-made for Iverson. After putting it on, it fit perfectly with his neck. There is no gap between them, and they fit perfectly without strangling the throat.

Fisk next to him was holding a silver ring with a hesitant look on his face. He said with some resistance: "Only dogs need to wear rings. I am willing to follow you, sir, but this ring..."

"Keng!" "Keng!"

Two iron awls were inserted into Fisk's soles at the same time, and two bloody holes were instantly drilled out. The severe pain from both feet made thugs like Fisk kneel down on the ground. Large beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, and his face had obviously turned several degrees pale in one breath.

"Be my loyal dog or die in torture, Fisk, I hope you understand one thing, that is, never try to refute my orders." Isaac stretched out his hand, and ten iron needles the size of toothpicks 'squeaked' It plunged into Fisk's ten toes.

"Ah!!!" The two-meter-tall man wailed and twisted on the ground regardless of his appearance. A large amount of blood flowed from the soles of his feet. Iverson, who was standing aside, couldn't help but tremble all over. .

"I'll give you one last chance, Fisk. Now put on what I gave you." Isaac said coldly.

Without any hesitation, Fisk picked up the silver ring and clasped it around his neck. He could endure the enemy's knife cuts on his body when fighting with other gangs, but he could not bear the pain caused by Isaac's iron needle on his body. torture.

"Hey" After seeing Fisk obediently put on the silver ring, Isaac used his mind to take out the ten iron needles from his body.

"Very good, I'm glad you are willing to follow me. Please take a seat, you two." Isaac snapped his fingers, and two more wooden chairs immediately appeared next to Fisk and Iverson. Seeing this creation out of thin air Means, Iverson couldn't help but ask: "Sir, are you a human...or a god?"

"You are not qualified to know about Iverson yet." Isaac snapped his fingers again, and a pile of gold bricks appeared at his feet. Each gold brick was ten centimeters long, five centimeters wide, and two cm high and look very conspicuous when placed together.

Although he is not usually short of money, Iverson couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this pile of gold bricks. Fisk also immediately forgot about the injury on his foot and watched Isayah's magic with greedy eyes. of wealth.

"I have always believed that there is nothing that cannot be done with gold. The German head of state used money to build Hydera. What about you? I give you this pile of gold to use. What can you get for me?" Isaye asked with a smile. .

Eisenhardt on the side clenched his fist tightly. It was obviously the first time for him to see so much gold.

"Mr. Isaac..." Iverson couldn't help but swallowed, "Now the United States is selling defense bonds, and Captain America came to New York for a promotional tour a while ago. If we use this gold to buy defense bonds, when we wait You will be rewarded many times as soon as the war is over.”

"No, no, no, you haven't understood what I mean." Isaac shook his head: "I need an army that can fight for me, an organization hidden in the darkness of New York."

"Mr. Isaac, you mean... gang?" Fisk said tentatively.

"If you guessed it, go ahead and take action, Mr. Fisk. This pile of gold is for your use. I will come back after a while. Remember not to try to take off the silver ring. Believe me, you can't afford the price." The garage door slowly opened. Slowly opening the door, Isaac turned around and walked outside. Eisenhardt quickly followed, but was stopped by Isaac's hand.

"You can't control your abilities now, right, Max." Isaac patted Eisenhardt on the shoulder and said, "You have been with Fisk during this period. I believe he can help you master it quickly. The ability hidden in your body.”

"Can I help Isaac then?" Eisenhardt asked innocently.

"Yes, as long as you can skillfully control that power, it will be the greatest help to me. Work hard Max." Isaac smiled and disappeared from Eisenhardt's sight in the next second.