Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 227 Wayne’s reaction (please subscribe)

Kingpin's words didn't sound too surprising to Bruce.

This is a pure opportunist, although he has the power to allow him to use his fists to choose the best thing for him when facing many things.

But when he really wanted to fight against a group like Wayne, his fists were not enough.

Unless he can defeat someone like Captain Marvel in the Avengers.

It's just that this thing is completely impossible.

Unless Kingpin, like the other one, uses some weird potions to give himself power that is unmatched by ordinary people.

But the probability of that kind of thing is really too small, and there is no way in the world to re-enact the process of that guy gaining power.

This is doomed, Jin Bin, if he wants to move forward, the only thing he can do is to operate within the rules.

Although Ovi's interest group around him has already gathered some strength, they are still a little frightened when facing the Wayne Group.

Otherwise, they would not have chosen some projects that would be inconvenient for the Wayne Group, but would have directly targeted the main projects of the Wayne Group.

At this moment, Fisk is staring at Bruce. He really wants to know what choice this boss who just got the Wayne Group will make in the face of such a request?

"I think I should already know what the cooperation you mentioned is about." Bruce sat there with his face raised and looked at Fisk, who was now standing aside.

Fisk smiled. He didn't think Bruce would be unclear, and he didn't think Bruce would refuse his request for cooperation.

You must know that on such a battlefield, everyone is brought together because of interests, and now Fisk has discovered that perhaps there are more benefits to be gained by standing on Bruce's side.

This only allows Fisk to say sorry to those guys. Their interests are indeed very tempting, but it seems that the interests of direct cooperation with Bruce are more in line with his heart.

As for whether they will reveal their affairs after this incident, Fisk believes that there will be someone in the prison who will teach them how to speak.

How it will develop by then is beyond Fisker's control.

That's the problem of those guys' own lax tongue.

"I know that what I say next may not be applicable to business battles, but I still want to say it." Bruce raised his eyes and looked into Wilson Fisk's eyes, and said slowly, "Mr. Fisk, You can betray them to me today, so how can I trust you not to betray me to them when you go back."

Listening to Bruce's words, Fisk didn't react for a moment. He didn't know whether he was talking to a chairman of the Wayne Group or a college student who was still struggling with brotherhood.

How could a person who was in charge of the Wayne Group care about such a thing? The so-called betrayal was just a matter of not having enough chips.

The best choice for businessmen is profit, and for superheroes, just give them an idea that will completely divide them. This is the same reason.

But now when Bruce talks, he treats it completely as a brotherhood, which Fisk can't understand at all.

How could a person who lives in what can be said to be an old money family say such a thing.

Being able to make Bruce say such things only proves that Bruce has no intention of cooperating with him at all.

It's just that Bruce is rejecting himself in this way.

Naturally, Fisk would not have any emotional fluctuations because of this trivial matter. He could only shake his head.

"Sorry, sorry, this is really not something I thought carefully about. You can just pretend that I didn't say this." After Fisk said this to Bruce, he already walked outside.

"Mr. Fisk, walk slowly." Bruce stood up and looked at Fisk's figure, flying through the door and disappearing from his sight.

He slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of his office and looked out, as if admiring the scenery here.

But in fact, he now saw a sneaky figure evacuating from the rooftop of a high-rise building. As the tallest building in the surrounding area, the Wayne Group Building could naturally have a panoramic view of it all.

Of course, it is not so much that the figure is sneaky as it is that the figure has already started to pack up all the things and prepare to evacuate after knowing that the person it should be watching has left here.

Obviously that figure was paying attention to Fisk who had just left, and the guy who paid so much attention to Fisk and even protected Fisk in such a posture had only Bullseye.

Who asked Fisk to give him too much money, so much that he had to protect the funder in this way.

When Bruce withdrew his gaze, he had already noticed an extended version of Lincoln disappearing into the street.

Obviously Fisk has left here, and Bruce now needs to make some other preparations.

Rejecting Fisk's request for cooperation naturally means that the Wayne Group will face not only Ovi and his interest groups, but also Wilson, who is a philanthropist on the surface but a gangster secretly. · Fisker.

But these things are not a big deal to Bruce. Of course, everything now cannot be just waiting for those guys to take action against him.

"Alfred, let's go home." Bruce walked out of the office and spoke to Alfred who was working beside him.

Although Alfred didn't quite understand, after all, during the recent period, Bruce had been working diligently in the company office during the day. Now he suddenly had to leave the company and go home?

Although he had doubts in his heart, Alfred would not reject Bruce's words at all.

Such actions naturally fell into the eyes of others, making people wonder what Bruce wanted to do to solve the problems currently facing Wayne Group.

After all, such a big thing suddenly happened, and other guys who are paying attention to Wayne Group, or who are competing with Wayne Group on those projects, are naturally quite aware of it.

Ovi had already received the news when Bruce left Wayne Tower. In his opinion, this boy obviously had no means to solve the matter.

As for what happened next, Ovi could already think of it, and it was nothing more than turning big things into trivial matters.

Sitting in his chair, Ove leaned back, enjoying the warmth of the sun shining on his face. He smiled.

At this time, Ovie's butler hurried over and handed a phone to Ovie, mouthing to Ovie that it was a call from Wilson Fisk.

Ovi raised his eyebrows. He never thought that Fisk would call at this time, but he still took the phone from the butler.

"Wilson, what's the matter?"

<divclass="contentadv"> "I have already conveyed our intention to Bruce. Let's see what Mr. Wayne plans to do." Fisk didn't care at all what he said to Bruce before. A request for cooperation seemed to him to be an insignificant matter, and he really meant it.

What's more, it's impossible for Ovi to know their information.

"I understand. Just wait and see what we do. If it doesn't work, we will notify you. Just be prepared." Ovi hung up after saying this, and there was a gap between him and Fisk. The conversation did not give Fisk a chance to answer the call at all. He threw the phone in his hand directly to the butler, and Ovi closed his eyes again to rest.

Ovie's housekeeper didn't say anything, he just quietly took the phone away and no longer disturbed Ovie's peaceful afternoon.

As for what image Fisker will look like on the other side, no one will care.

But the future should be very frustrating.

That's right, after Ove hung up Fisker's phone directly, Fisker listened to the blind tone in his ears. It was obvious that the veins bursting out due to anger were clearly visible on the bald head, but they soon subsided. , but the phone in his hand has long been turned into a pile of fragments.

At this moment, Fisk's other phone rang.

Just like Fisk has a dual identity, his phone also has different uses. The previous one was for one-way contact with Ovi, but the current phone call to him is for those matters related to the dark forces of his gang. .

When the call was connected, Fisk didn't say anything, just quietly waiting for the other end of the phone to speak.

"Boss, those people in the Far East are not willing to meet the conditions you proposed before. They hope to divide the accounts according to June 4th." A slow voice came from the other end of the phone. That voice seemed to be quite rational about everything.

"Then invite them out, and I'll let them understand that in New York, they don't have any room for bargaining." Although Fisk's voice was considered normal, the man on the other side obviously Already understood what Fisk meant.

"Okay, boss, I'll get everything ready."

After Fisk hung up the phone, he let out a long breath, and then looked out the window at the rapidly retreating street scene.

There are still too many dark forces in New York.

He not only wants to become the mayor of New York City, but also tries to be the king of the New York underworld.

But now it depends on whether we can succeed or not.

Bruce had returned to Wayne Manor, but his purpose was quite clear. He rushed directly to the Batcave without any hesitation.

Bruce directly began to investigate all the people who had contact with Ovi, all the guys who had exchanged interests with Ovi, even the people around those guys were directly investigated by Bruce.

For people like Ovie, Bruce naturally has his own judgment. There is a group of vampires gathered around Ovie, a group of parasites that rely on Ovie and the Wayne Group to survive, and such guys are definitely not the only ones.

Bruce didn't believe that they had gone without any problems for such a long time. Their hands were all clean. When they boarded Ovi's boat, their future direction was destined.

Bruce's fingers were flying on the keyboard. It took him almost no time to figure out all the structures of the surrounding interest groups and all the people who had interests in Ovi.

"Alfred, notify Wayne Group's legal department to sue those who interfere with our project."

"Crime?"

"Corruption, bribery or other matters, the focus is to prosecute them." After Bruce said this, he already looked at the information he had now, "I believe those departments must be very happy."

"Understood, Master Bruce." Alfred did not continue to ask, but started to do his own thing.

Bruce also copied all the information he found at this moment, and also printed out several copies carefully.

Now we're just waiting for everything to come to an end.

Kane Short, before he became a New York City alderman, he had already been connected with Ovie, and at that time he was already able to live in a relatively good community.

After becoming a city councilor, he did not move away from here, not only because he now needed to show his face as little as possible, but more importantly, he did not need to change places.

He can already live a fairly stable life here.

At midnight, Kane was a little thirsty at the moment. He rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen.

But before he could pour the water, he saw a figure blocking the kitchen door.

He thought it was his wife or someone else who came down, but when he really looked at the figure carefully, he saw a completely different image. It was a bat-like man.

"Is Kane Short, Ovie Box's money good? Is New York City's blood good to eat?"

Bat slowly walked towards Kane.

But Kane didn't scream or make any other movements at all. He just talked to the bat calmly.

"Okay, man, what do you want from me? Money, or your paltry sense of justice. I can tell you that I can give you a lot of money and let you live a stable life in any country in the world. Live a lifetime." Kane spoke to the bat quite calmly, even poured himself a glass of water, and even took out another cup and gestured to the bat.

"drink water?"

Seeing that the bat paid no attention to him, Kane drank his large glass of water and continued to talk to the bat: "I don't know who hired you here, and I don't know what that guy is thinking. , but I can tell you”

As Kane spoke, his hand reached out to another place very carefully.

"It's impossible in your life!!!"

Sure enough, Kane pulled out a pistol from the other side, and before he could shoot Bruce, the Batarang pinned his hand to the kitchen wall.

Kane looked at his hand nailed to the wall in horror.

At the same time, the police car's lights were on outside Kane's house. Kane could not understand the behavior of the bat at all, but when he turned his head, he found no trace of the bat.

His cry of pain had already awakened his wife and children. They hurried down and saw Kane nailed to the wall and the pistol that had fallen to the side.