The viper came in force and fled with its tail between its legs. The whole process only took a few minutes. It was clear that the viper was coming for Richard, but Richard just dealt with it casually and made no effort at all.
Instead, it was as if he was just a spectator watching a show.
In fact, it was all the fault of Viper seeking his own death. Even if he was looking for trouble, he still had to drag Fisk into it. As a result, Richard, the real owner, didn't even say a word, and Fisk was dismissed by these clowns without saying a word.
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Can you believe the double attack?
After tonight, it is estimated that there will never be a Green Snake Gang again in New York City.
At the end of the interlude, Fisk sighed and shook his head: "It is because of the existence of such people that this city has become so degenerate. This kind of people are the root of the city's ills. As long as such people still exist, the streets will
It will never be safe and people will never dare to speak up for themselves.”
That makes sense, so Brother Jinbing, are you planning to surrender to the New York Police Department?
Fisk withdrew his gaze and suddenly looked straight at Richard. Richard noticed that his eyes seemed a little different from before, and became more difficult to read.
Fisk drank the remaining red wine in the glass in one gulp and put down the glass.
"Let's get things out of the way, Mr. Li," he said. "I'm a very private person, so I rarely mention this...my real business. But considering
I think you already know about you and your background, so we won’t beat around the bush.”
Richard was slightly stunned.
He didn't expect this. Kingpin was directly planning to tell him frankly?
"You should know the real me, what kind of person I am outside the public eye, so you may think that what I say tonight is just a thief shouting to catch a thief... Maybe. But I assure you, I
Everything I say comes from my heart. I hope this city can become better from the bottom of my heart. What this city needs now is not a clean mayor, nor a hero who fights crime, no, no.
No. This city needs someone like me, and only someone like me truly understands the way it works."
Richard said nothing.
He now believes that Fisk is not lying. Maybe Fisk is right. All criminal activities are unified under the control of one person. In terms of results, the city may really be better.
But now he is more concerned about why Fisk said this to him?
Fisk continued minding his own business: "As I just said, I may have some big plans recently. This city will definitely undergo changes, and it will be reborn and usher in its most perfect posture. But here
"Before," he paused and became serious, as if this was the main topic of the conversation, "I need to know the meaning of 'the Big Man' behind you."
Richard was confused: "What sir? Which one?"
"There is no need to hide this, Mr. Li. My energy may not be comparable to the people behind you, but in this three-acre area of New York, my ears and eyes are still relatively good." Fisk said leisurely,
"In fact, it's not just me, other powerful people in New York have also guessed something."
Richard continued to be confused, and he spread his hands frankly: "I really don't understand what you are talking about."
"Okay then." Fisk thought for a while and said, "Then let's talk about it one by one. Let's start with... um... Blake from the city hall before. You photographed him. Unfaithful to his wife, right? I remember he hired a couple of hit men - the best of the best - to kill your photographer. You see, other people may not know the inside story. But this This city is like my back garden, nothing can escape my eyes."
Richard recalled it for a while. Hmm... It seems that there is such a thing. But those idiots are still the top killers? Richard remembers that he threw a few of them into the Pacific Ocean and fed them I didn't notice any difference between them and the others. The photographer didn't even know that his life was being cared about until the end.
"After that, the killers disappeared - completely disappeared, even with my ability, I couldn't find any trace. Our best experts told me that it was done so cleanly that it was even a little unusual. .As for Mr. Black from the city hall, the evidence of paid murder was discovered a few days later... It was a little too smooth, don't you think?"
Richard was noncommittal.
Seeing that he did not comment, Fiske continued: "Then there is the time of Adam Hensch. Adam Hensch was exposed as a pedophile by the Daily Planet during a large-scale project. He had violated hundreds of young people in the past ten years. Girl...that was a real scandal. But Adam was no small fry, and he had a congressman as his backer, which is why so many people have known about his behavior over the years, but no one has spoken. After the incident, he insisted that the Daily Planet deliberately fabricated evidence to slander him, and threatened to make you pay the price... But look what happened to him in the end? He was jailed four times in just three weeks. Friends beat him to death..."
Richard also had an impression of this. He remembered that Adam Hensch was extremely arrogant at the time, and that guy even pointed at Richard's nose and swore that he didn't even know how he died? But in the end Adam went to jail anyway.
As for being beaten to death by inmates... Richard swore that it really had nothing to do with him. Pedophilia is quite unpopular even in prison, and being beaten by inmates is not uncommon. .
But when Kingpin mentioned it this way, Richard thought it sounded like he had hired someone to kill this guy.
He is the owner of a serious newspaper! Is he the kind of guy who would pay to kill people?
Besides, who does he want to kill and doesn’t need to pay for the murder?
Wouldn’t it be enough to fly directly to someone else’s house and throw it into the Pacific Ocean to feed the fish? Do you really need to spend such a waste of money?
"Finally, there is Silver Mane," Fisk crossed his fingers and rested his fleshy chin, "I know that old guy, he is not someone who will be easily scared off. So no matter who is behind you, he must be with you. We are not on the same level, right? Who is your backend? Is it some large multinational organization? Like..."
Fisk narrowed his eyes and even lowered his voice unconsciously, as if the word he was going to mention next was taboo in itself.
"...like the 'Hand'?"
Richard was speechless: "What kind of rubbish is the Hand?"