I have a good impression of Marvel

As we enter the end of September, the atmosphere of autumn is getting stronger and stronger.

Morning in New York comes earlier than usual.

Wilson Fisk, whose biological clock is very on time, has already finished his breakfast and is ready to put on a customized suit and start a new day.

Suddenly, in his cloakroom, he received a call from a close associate:

"What's up"

"Mrs. Gao, she contacted me. She wants to talk."

"Send a car to pick her up."

"She's looking for you now"

After hearing these words, Wilson Fisk stood in front of the mirror and was buttoning his buttons. He couldn't help but pause, and his brows gradually wrinkled.

The visit of our partner, Mrs. Gao, is not an ordinary thing, but something very new.

Ever since that incident happened a few months ago, his relationship with Mrs. Gao has already hit rock bottom.

The reason why there has not been a break up is because of the two words "interest", which are struggling to maintain it.

half an hour later

The penthouse apartment, dominated by black and white tones, welcomed a guest.

There were only two people sitting on the huge long table. A fat bald man and an old lady.

grumble

Personally pouring a cup of rock tea from Wuyi Mountain to Mrs. Gao sitting opposite, Wilson Fisk smiled slightly and said in less than standard Chinese: "Try the tea I got from Wuyi Mountain, I think you should be able to like."

Mrs. Gao picked up the delicate tea cup, put it between her nose, smelled it gently, and then put it down.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not here for the tea."

With a slight eyebrow raised, Wilson Fisk's huge body leaned on the back of the chair and asked in a deep voice: "Then what are you doing for?"

Under Wilson Fisk's oppressive gaze, Mrs. Gao took out a photo from her pocket and placed it on the table: "When you see this photo, you will know the purpose of my trip."

The confused Wilson Fisk picked up the photo, Dingqing took a look, and suddenly showed a shocked look:

"This is"

The picture showed a young man with short brown hair.

That familiar smile reminded Wilson Fisk of everything that happened in the French restaurant a few months ago.

Just as his thoughts drifted to the past, Mrs. Gao's words rang in his ears:

"Leon Coulson, an agent of an intelligence agency, our common enemy"

From the word "enemy", it can be clearly heard that Mrs. Gao hates the man in the photo very much.

Glancing at Mrs. Gao's age-marked face, Wilson Fisk thought for a while and asked:

"How did you find him?"

"You don't need to worry about it. Hands and meetings are not as simple as you think." Mrs. Gao paused and continued: "I am here this time to provide you with an opportunity, an opportunity for revenge."

"Whether you want to continue to be the king of the castle or a nobody that others can manipulate, it's entirely up to you."

After saying these words, Mrs. Gao walked slowly out of this oppressive house with a cane.

As soon as Mrs. Gao left, James Wesley in a suit and tie pushed the door open and entered.

"Sir, Mrs. Gao is here this time"

Arriving next to Fisk, he was about to ask out loud, but he caught a glimpse of the photo on the table and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's him."

Wilson Fisk tapped the photo on the table with his finger and said in a deep voice: "Yes, that's the man from last time."

After saying that, he stood up from his seat, paced his steps, and came to the window.

Overlooking the high-rise buildings outside the window, Fisk fell into deep thought.

Mrs. Gao’s intention is very obvious: revenge

In fact, Wilson Fisk has not never thought about finding the man who dared to threaten him in the restaurant that day, and then take revenge.

However, the other party was very cautious and did not leave any information.

Without a name or identity, just knowing the other person's appearance, trying to find a needle in a haystack in the vast crowd of New York is like finding a needle in a haystack.

For several months, even under the intensive search by his men, the other party seemed to have disappeared, and no information about him could be found anywhere.

This has also become a worry for Fisker.

However, Mrs. Gao suddenly came to the door and brought the man's identity. Between the lines, it seemed that she was encouraging him to seek revenge, and she had no good intentions.

Fisk saw with his own eyes how terrifying that man's ability was.

Countless bullets hit his body, but they only made a "clang, clang, clang" sound.

Ghost-like marksmanship, deadly shots

Is it really worth it to take revenge on an invulnerable enemy for the sake of one's own dignity?

If he cannot kill the opponent, can he survive the opponent's counterattack?

Faced with these questions, Fisker already has the answers in his heart.

At this time, James Wesley, standing behind him, interrupted his meditation:

"Sir, what should we do?"

Fisk turned around, looked at his friend and most trusted subordinate, and asked: "Wesley, you have also met that person. I want to hear your opinion."

James Wesley was stunned for a moment, then pushed his glasses gently with his hand, thought for a moment, and then replied:

"I think we have two options. One is to gather people and throw this man's body into the Hudson River, if that can be done."

Without adding this last sentence, James Wesley's words would be extremely intimidating.

Fisk listened quietly.

"The other option is for us to wait and see what happens."

"Since Mrs. Gao has come to find you, she must want to lend your hand to get rid of this man."

"But, with all due respect, we haven't found a way to break his invulnerability so far."

The implication of Wesley's words is: we can't do anything to him

"What you mean is that we just watch and do nothing." There was only a deep calmness in Fisk's eyes.

"Even if we don't take action, Mrs. Gao will take action. We don't need to do anything. We just need to watch them fight to the death. Wouldn't it be easier?"

Wesley's words made Fisk fall into deep thinking again.

After a long silence, Fisk suddenly picked up the photo on the table, handed it to Wesley, and said, "Behind the photo, there is the man's address."

"Go and meet him. Remember, be polite."

"This"

Not paying attention to Wesley's surprise, Fisk turned his head and stared at the table. Mrs. Gao took a sip of Wuyishan rock tea and whispered softly: "Mrs. Gao is right, this is an opportunity."

“A very rare opportunity”