Salomon understood but did not support it. Vanessa was taking Kingpin's blood debt on her own head and she was looking for death.
She is just an artist. She has never killed anyone, let alone committed a crime. She does not know how to use a knife or a pistol. She knows nothing about Wilson Fisk's crimes. They have never had a good talk.
, this kind of superficial thinking Salomon could see at a glance that today's cocktail party was completely Vanessa's wishful thinking. Athena must have noticed this, and then agreed to do this good friend a favor. The woman said
She made the decision after thinking about it. No matter what the future holds, she intends to face it with him, even if she has to face the condemnation of conscience every minute, and even death cannot separate them.
"Hell has opened the door for me." She said this as if to make herself feel better.
After saying this, Salomon made no further remarks. He nodded politely and pulled Bayonetta away from her compatriots.
Vanessa watched their departing figures submerged in the crowd, and closed her eyes in pain. In the past, her gallery could only be opened because her good friend Minerva contacted the powerful to patronize it, otherwise no one would care about her.
An unknown Italian painter who came to New York to seek a living. But she knew that she would never be qualified to step into Minerva's private apartment from now on. This was the last chance to connect with the upper class. This time
After the meeting, she had nothing to do with Salomon and Minerva's group, and would not receive any help. For the sake of her partner's view, Vanessa had no choice but to smile and rejoin the party with a pale face.
If she hadn't known about Wilson Fisk's blood debt before, then at this moment she was unpardonable.
"Are you okay?" Wilson Fisk politely bid farewell to the person he was talking to and walked towards Vanessa. He held Vanessa's back very considerately and asked quietly in her ear. He naturally knew that he
Why did his partner forcefully hold a cocktail party despite being ill? Therefore, he tried his best to show his charm and could chat with anyone of any status, leaving many good impressions on everyone attending the charity auction.
"I've long been tired of this kind of situation. This is not as fun as when we go to the amusement park!" He deliberately imitated the rude accent and swear words of the lower class people in a rough voice, making Vanessa's mouth curl up.
The gangster godfather who came out of Hell's Kitchen has been in various situations for many years, and he is comfortable even in upper-class social situations. He just said this to make Vanessa happy. It's hard to imagine.
A man as tall and strong as a mammoth can dance ballet on tiptoes, but Wilson Fisk wouldn't mind putting on pink shoes for a dance if Vanessa would watch.
Vanessa smiled and pulled his collar. She was very satisfied with Wilson Fisk's performance today. She personally selected the diamond lapel pin to make Wilson Fisk look more elegant. As long as
The impression he left was good enough, and naturally someone would come to discuss business after the cocktail party. The powerful and powerful needed hyenas to intimidate competitors and suppress dissatisfied people, and Wilson Fisk was the mop they needed to clean up blood stains. Soon
The previous incident in Hell's Kitchen has made some people know him and know that he is a gang leader who does things safely and leaves no trace. "I'm afraid we have to endure it for a few hours, dear. The charity auction is smelly and long, but we
Gotta behave better."
"Okay, if it's for you, I think I can bear it." Wilson Fisk asked, "Do we really don't need to say hello to the organizer? Wouldn't it be rude?"
"I just talked to the organizers," she said, "They are very friendly."
"Really, that's good." Wilson Fisk breathed a sigh of relief and put down the malice in his heart. In fact, while Vanessa and Salomon were talking, Wilson Fisk kept looking at the balcony from the corner of his eye.
Naturally, he also saw the bad look on Vanessa's face after Salomon and Bayonetta left. Before participating in the charity auction, he briefly investigated the background of the organizer, but did not know much information - but now he
His partner didn’t want to pursue the case, and Wilson Fisk couldn’t continue talking. He stayed with Vanessa for a few more times, and then found an excuse to go to the corner of the rubber band and call his subordinates. Now.
He is busy enough with the things in Hell's Kitchen. His business is frequently interfered with by a masked man. His partner, the Hand, is not a good person either. He is always thinking about getting more of the pie. A group of people with unknown origins directly come to visit him in the nursing home.
His mother. But even so, he still wanted to investigate the identity of the organizer.
Salomon naturally didn’t know what Wilson Fisk was thinking. Even if he knew it, he would sneer and not take it to heart at all. It’s just a criminal group. The goal from the beginning of the creation of the Immortal City was the country. Wilson Fisk
Sk's forces can't even put files on the table of the internal affairs department, and neither force nor power can pose a threat to the Eternal City.
"You want to see me?" Hearing this voice, Wilson Fisk turned around suddenly and saw Salomon standing at the corner of the fire escape on the upper floor. At some point, he walked there quietly and said nothing.
Listening to Wilson Fisk give orders to his men.
"Maybe." Wilson Fisk put the phone back, "I want to know who can have such a status to host such a dinner."
"This dinner is to celebrate Aunt Vanessa's discharge from the hospital." Salomon winked. He stayed purely for the last friendship between Athena and Vanessa. Before that, he had already transferred Joan of Arc and Bayou
Nita was sent to the hotel room upstairs. "My adoptive mother is friends with Vanessa, so she will naturally help."
Wilson Fisk smiled, and Salomon took his outstretched hand in time.
"She mentioned a young Baroque artist to me, and it should be you." Wilson Fisk was a little surprised by the height of the young man in front of him. Before, he just watched from a distance and had no intuitive understanding. Now he glanced at him
You could see the bulging muscles under Salomon's suit, and it felt like he was facing a ferocious beast.
"Wilson Fisk."
"Salomon Damonette. Although I don't understand abstract art very well, I still think Vanessa is a gifted painter." Salomon just smiled. Wilson Fisk's childish expression
The handshake trick was no match for him, but fortunately Wilson Fisk only stopped it, otherwise he would have crushed this guy's hand bones here.
"Have you ever practiced boxing?" Since Vanessa was not around, Wilson Fisk took the lead in provoking a heated topic.
Salomon returned the smile with a bloody smile. "Unrestricted fighting, life and death." He said, "But I prefer another competition event."
"What?"
"Shoot." As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet penetrated the glass, grazed Wilson Fisk's scalp and nailed it to the wall. Wilson Fisk subconsciously bent down and retreated to a safe corner, but the Mystic Mage
But he stood there very calmly. Wilson Fisk immediately put on a fighting stance to face the mystic, and his brain clarified the situation in an instant. Salomon was covered with a layer of white moonlight, and the broken glass on the ground was like
stars.
"At least one thousand meters."
"What do you want?" Wilson Fisk calmed down. The bullet just fired was not far from Salomon's head. If Salomon was telling the truth, the person who carried out this thousand-meter sniper must be a sharpshooter.
.He asked himself, if he were put in Salomon's position, even if he trusted the sharpshooter again, he would not let the other party have the opportunity to put his head in the target.
He had never seen such a crazy person.
"It's just a warning, Wilson Fisk. When you ordered your men to investigate me and my adoptive mother before the banquet, I received the notice immediately." Salomon's voice was almost louder than the crisp sound of glass falling to the ground.
Huan Qing said, "Don't try to use the children in the orphanage as bargaining chips. This time it's because of the friendship between my adoptive mother and Vanessa, but it won't necessarily happen next time."