Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

The Big Apple is one of the most well-known, prosperous, and populous cities in the world.

Here, there are many myths about getting rich overnight, and there are never a few examples of people falling into abject poverty overnight. This is a place where dreams can be realized, which makes countless people dream of it. They resolutely pick up their packages, abandon their hometown, and come here to pursue their dreams.

Every year, many people leave sadly, and then more people come in to fight for their youth here, to be domineering here, to be eclipsed here, and to die quietly here.

Wilson Fisk doesn’t think he’ll be the loser.

He is naturally unruly and has a natural desire to conquer others.

Although his father had died tragically on the street as a member of a gang, which directly led to Wilson's displacement during his childhood, Wilson did not feel disgusted with the existence of gangs.

On the contrary, he felt that this kind of thing, this kind of organization was full of charm, attracting him like a shining diamond.

And his father, in Wilson's opinion, is just stupid, not only pitiful, but also pathetic, but not hateful.

Wilson pitied his father and was determined that he would never make the same mistake again.

Therefore, Wilson, who learned from his father what it means to eat the weak and what strength conquers all, resolutely devoted himself to the great cause of organizing dynamic social groups.

From realizing his destiny at the age of 12 to killing his first person at the age of 15, Wilson has gradually become a person who "can decide his own destiny" according to his expected plan.

He began to have a new title, and those people called him: Kingpin.

He truly became the mastermind.

However, Kingpin has not been happy lately.

Because of his great dream of unifying all gang organizations in the world, he encountered some setbacks before he could unify a city.

"You just said, Manfredi, right."

Sitting in a large chair, Jinji's huge body brought with him a strong sense of oppression even while sitting there. Coupled with his cold and unwavering voice, and the things he had done in the past, he was hard-pressed. The little leader who came to report the situation felt his legs weak and knelt directly on the ground.

"What I need is your answer."

"Y-yes, Manfredi."

"Ah."

Jin Bin remained silent and closed his eyes slightly as if thinking about something. The little leader was sweating profusely and felt that he was afraid that he was going to die young.

Fortunately, at this time, a person appeared and saved him.

"Wilson."

There was only one person in the entire gang who could call Kingpin by his name and enter his office without knocking.

Kingpin's best friend and most capable subordinate: Wesley.

Holding a folder, Wesley walked in, waved the amnesty-like little boss out, and sat down at Jin Bin's desk.

"Wilson, it's Manfredi's business."

"Ah."

Kingpin opened his eyes: "Another factory was wiped out by them recently. Wesley, you said at the beginning that I would hide my strength and develop secretly. Now, it seems that the other party has discovered that we are a threat."

"But if we start a war now..."

As soon as Kingpin opened his mouth, Wesley knew what he was thinking. He immediately threw what he was about to say behind his mind and began to follow Kingpin's words: "Our strength may not be enough."

Then he handed the thing in his hand to Jin Bin: "Look at this."

While Kingpin was looking at the document, Wesley continued to say: "Our previous assessment of Manfredi was basically correct. But recently I discovered that they still have some hidden power.

It doesn't look like mercenaries or thugs, it feels more like a regular army. Wilson, do you know what this means. "

Wesley pushed up his glasses: "I still suggest you calm down and wait..."

"Wesley."

Kingpin closed the folder and looked up at him: "I've waited long enough."

"it is good."

Wesley still didn't hesitate at all: "I'll get ready right now."

"Thank you, Wesley."

Wesley just smiled and pointed at the document: "Read it." Then he left the office, leaving only a thoughtful Kingpin in the room.

………………

Driving back home, Wesley was never used to the feeling of being surrounded by people. Having too many people around him would make him feel unsafe.

Ordinary clothes, ordinary cars, ordinary houses, Wesley has always hidden himself well, just like an ordinary person.

He took off his suit and threw himself on the sofa tiredly. After sitting in the darkness without turning on the lights for a long time, Wesley sighed heavily, took off his glasses and put them on the table.

It's so easy to start a war.

As Kingpin's chief butler, others don't know it, and Wesley doesn't know it yet. If he starts a war with the Manfredi family now, he will definitely not be able to win.

What's more, the other party seems to have a more mysterious power hidden under the already foggy surface, which makes Wesley feel bad.

However, he was unable to change Jin Bin's mind. They all said that the two of them were best friends, but because of this, Wesley was even more certain of one thing: Jin Bin would never look back and admit defeat as long as he believed in something.

"call……"

After taking a long breath, Wesley turned on the lamp beside the table and prepared to sort out the cards in both hands.

Now that it has been decided to start a war, it is best to decide when and where to start.

After putting on his glasses, Wesley held on to the armrest of the sofa and prepared to get up and go to the study.

At this time, Wesley's movements suddenly froze on the spot.

Turning his head, he confirmed that he had read correctly.

There was a cigarette butt pressed out on the table in front of the sofa.

Calmly, Wesley reached under the armrest on the side of the sofa, preparing to take out the gun.

I reached in and took out an apple core.

"Friend, if you want something, just take it. The money is on top of the water tank. The safe is behind the deer's head. The password is..."

With his hands raised, Wesley moved slowly while adjusting his breathing and listening to any possible sounds in the room. He suspected that the person was still here, or even somewhere right now, with that gun pointed at him. Where could he be? , corner? Behind the windowsill? The door to the kitchen? bedroom……

"Ok?"

Wesley really heard the sound coming from the bedroom.

The sound of snoring.

"Wang Defa..."

There was someone sleeping there!

Still wearing shoes!

Exiting from the door, Wesley took out his mobile phone and a pistol from another place, and slowly aimed the gun at the bed...

"Friend, if I were you, I wouldn't do that."

This sudden sound startled Wesley, and the tense spirit suddenly reached the critical point.

boom! boom! boom!

After firing three shots in a row, Wesley reacted, and then, bang bang bang bang bang...

Shoot out all the remaining bullets.

"Damn it, this time you..."

"Du! Don't move, raise your hands!"

Just as he was about to call someone over, the person who just spoke stood behind him.

"Friend, if you ask for money, my money..."

"Hey hey hey, I heard it all..."

The person behind him put his arm around him, pressed his chin on his shoulder, and said softly: "I have never touched money. I am not interested in money."

"That……"

Wesley was a little scared, this man seemed abnormal.

"I'm here to help you."

"Friend, you mean..."

"Manfredi. Don't you regard each other as a thorn in the flesh? It just so happens that I also have a little conflict with him.

so……"

The man put his head on the other shoulder: "You take me to see Jin Bin, can we cooperate~"

"...Can you please let me make a call?"

"Of course. But do you have a Band-Aid?"

After wrapping Wesley's arms away, Wesley looked back. Under the moonlight, the man opened his arms. There were bullet holes everywhere on his body.