Chapter seven hundred and thirty seventh decent people
"Generally speaking, I have a solution for a rich man like you who has his eyes higher than his head." Wilson Fisk was still in a boxing posture, as if waiting for Salomon to enter the blind spot before launching an attack. He didn't
Willing to show weakness, especially in front of a young man. However, Salomon just smiled with disdain, which made Wilson Fisk even more angry - he originally just wanted to investigate, but he did not expect that
Encountered this kind of counterattack. But even so, he was still very confident that he could control the situation, because his fist was closer than the sniper rifle. "Do you want to know the fate of those people?"
"I know, I have evidence for every crime of yours. Conclusive evidence, surveillance video, audio, financial transactions, everything can point to you. Every text message you have has been monitored, what you and your men said
Every sentence is backed up through your mobile phone. Oh, including the time when you crushed a person's head with a car door not long ago, which was also recorded by the driving recorder." The Mystic Master smiled and said that he can threaten anyone in the Internet age.
if.
"I also know how far you have gone in your investigation into my adoptive mother and me, but unfortunately, this investigation can no longer go on. I know you can do many things for Vanessa, but I don't allow anyone to use
Orphanage children as bargaining chips. If you ask former mafia godfather Elijah my name, then you will understand what that means. As a warning, I have had people deal with some of your armed forces, if those
If ex-soldiers in cheap suits and new holsters and gangsters in gold chains can be called the armed forces."
Wilson Fisk grinned, feeling his cell phone vibrating in his pocket.
Even though he couldn't tell whether what Salomon said was true or false, he could understand from the shooting just now that the madness of the man in front of him was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. He tensed his muscles like a beast. He was shot by a large-caliber rifle.
A small crater formed on the wall where the bullet hit, and the spiderwebs in the shadow stretched out tiny black tendrils. He felt like he could still smell the smoke. Even though he knew it was an illusion, there was still a feeling on his back.
But he was covered in cold sweat.
"What do you want? Do you want me to do something for you?" He forced out a few words from his throat, "Or do you just want to show off your power and destroy the lives of lower-class people for fun?"
"You think too much, Wilson Fisk. I've told you my purpose, but you just don't believe it. You are of no value to me, not at all, and I only do this because of your men
I drove to the wrong place, Mount Athena, for no other reason. Because Vanessa chose you and gave up her years of friendship with Minerva, this cocktail party was also the last help we provided.
Salomon shook his head, as if Wilson Fisk was some kind of idiot who needed to patiently explain the annotations before he could understand them. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, slowly walked out of the shooting range, and approached Fisk.
, as if he knew that the next topic would make Fisk give up his plan to attack. "Vanessa will die. This is the first time she has faced death. There will be a second and third time, as long as she continues to follow you.
If we stay together, death will come as scheduled. But her will is very strong and she refuses to give up even after knowing the prophecy, so my adoptive mother and I can't continue to persuade her."
"What prophecy? Vanessa will never face danger again!" Wilson Fisk sounded as if Salomon was humiliating him. However, the fact was that he had no way to guarantee Vanessa's safety. Salomon felt that
His attitude was very ridiculous. Wilson Fisk enjoyed the wealth brought by a violent group but was unwilling to bear the consequences. How could there be such a good thing in this world? But he did not insist on mocking Wilson Fisk. Since
This guy thinks he can do it, and he will never admit that he will fail. He has never failed, otherwise he would be dead long ago. There is nothing wrong with letting him indulge in his dreams, and Salomon also
Too lazy to argue with him.
"She did not die here, which means that she will have a child with you, a boy. If you are interested, you can ask me for the name of the child before it is born. I guarantee that the name we know is completely
same."
Wilson Fisk took a deep breath and his expression softened.
"Vanessa is pregnant?"
"Not yet, that will be a few years later. I promise it is a boy, and the only child in your life." The mystic mage's smile was quite warm and friendly, and even made Fisk almost give up the plan to attack. But then
Then his expression became quite terrifying. He moved closer to Fisk and whispered in the most evil tone in his life in the ear of the most powerful underground man in New York, "But if you try to reach out to the orphanage, then this
The boy will not exist. I will kill Vanessa, kill your Alzheimer's mother, kill everyone you care about. Even if that boy is just born, I will strangle him to death in swaddling clothes and then kill him.
Your spine is pulled out, leaving you like a disabled dog in the rain on the roadside, living on the leftovers in the dog food bag. I think this is probably the only language you can understand.
.”
Salomon has never threatened anyone in his life. Generally speaking, most of them can be solved through his negotiation skills and personal charm. This is the first time that he has said something with such a strong gang atmosphere. But even if
Even so, he couldn't help but show off his literary skills and used some British idioms, but Wilson Fisk couldn't understand them at all. This was beyond the knowledge of a poor boy from Hell's Kitchen.
But even so, Kingpin could understand what Salomon wanted to express. The threat seemed to have worked, Wilson Fisk calmed down again, and Salomon also took two steps back in time. He was not satisfied with being so close to the man.
He was not interested at all. He knew that not everyone would be compliant in the face of such a threat, but the mystic was not interested at all in what Wilson Fisk thought. The only thing he had to do was to ensure the safety of the orphanage.
"That's it?"
"Yes, that's all." Salomon seemed to suddenly lose interest. He nodded, raised his legs and walked upstairs to the shooting range at the corner of the stairs again, without even looking at Wilson Fisk. "I believe you are here.
I've definitely heard this a lot in my career, and you should be able to understand what it means."
"So... prophecy. What do you have to say about this?"
"This is not a deal, and I don't intend to deal with you. Here are all decent people." The mystic mage looked at him, as if he were looking at a delusional madman, "I can kill you here, and there won't be anything."
People discovered it.”
"But you wouldn't do that, would you? Besides, I don't think there's anything in this world that can't be traded."
"You're right." Salomon nodded. He waved his hand, and two hounds that looked like they were made out of asphalt suddenly jumped out from the shadow lurking in the corner. "Then use your life, because you are dangerous to other people."
It's still somewhat useful. If you survive, you'll be qualified to negotiate terms."