mc-med Chapter 152 Declaring War
Chapter 152 Declaring War
Chapter 152 Declaring War
"Mr. Fisk." The voice came from the phone.
Fisk was stunned when he heard this strange voice: "Who are you?"
"You know who I am." The voice seemed to chuckle.
Fisk pondered for a moment: "This is a bit beyond my expectation, Mr. Carl, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to contact me."
"Actually, this wasn't in my plan." Colt said frankly, "If it had gone according to my plan, I would have liked to see the news of you going back to prison on the news."
"You are very courageous." Fisk narrowed his eyes, "Do you know what happened to the people who threatened me before?"
"Wandering around New York with a spider's web, or going out at night with a club and beating gangsters."
"Enough!" Fisk scolded angrily, "You look very confident?"
"As a person who can still call you after being sniped by the punisher, I think I can really have this confidence."
Fisk slammed his fist on the table: "Are you humiliating me?"
"We all know I don't need it." The calm voice on the other end of the phone made Fisk feel extremely annoyed.
"Tell me, what is your purpose?" Fisk suppressed his anger.
"It's very simple." Colt said, "Go and surrender yourself."
Fisk was so angry that he laughed: "Are you kidding me?"
"No." The voice on the other end of the phone still had an attitude of mastery, "I have thought carefully, Hell's Kitchen will be more chaotic without you, and, to be honest, if your new Hell's Kitchen plan can make these If the original residents are also included, it is quite attractive.
"So, I can give you a chance to choose some less serious crimes to surrender. I believe that with your lawyer team, you will only be punished with some restrictions on freedom. Go back to the prison, so that you can continue your new Hell's Kitchen project, but you must ensure that the original residents can get back their own rights. You see, we each take a step back, you are still the emperor of the underworld in New York, and I can also see what I want in the new Hell's Kitchen."
"Do you think I'm a fool!" Fisk was angry, "If those people are allowed to return to Hell's Kitchen, what's the difference between this place and the past? It's just a meaningless renovation and reconstruction work."
"Isn't renovation and reconstruction a meaningful thing in itself?"
"Hmph." Fisk laughed, "You want to use my money to help rebuild this place? Let those people get a better living environment? But I still have to fight Daredevil in the new Hell's Kitchen Kind of heroes playing those boring cop games?"
"In general, this is the case." Colt said bluntly, "but at least, you can also have a more orderly place to operate your black industry, at least this is not a loss for you."
"Hahahahahaha." Fisk laughed loudly, "You seem to have a wonderful plan."
Immediately afterwards, his voice suddenly became serious, "Do you think there is any possibility for me to agree to you?"
"In that case, I can only regretfully think that our talk has collapsed?" Colt said.
"Believe me, you don't want to know the consequences of angering me." Fisk lowered his voice, "Originally, I just wanted to use the punisher's hand to randomly choose you as a target, but now, you are already on my list Yes, you and your family, both."
On the other end of the phone, there was another burst of ridicule that made Fisk's anger soar: "Then I think, I'm afraid you have to put my name on your list a little earlier."
Fisk froze for a moment, he didn't quite understand.
"Now, we're at war."
After hanging up the phone, Fisk was a little confused. Just now, someone publicly declared war on him?
……
Inside the hospital ward.
"I have to say that you have just performed an unprecedented feat." Valeria said in a voice that pretended to be emotional, "I don't know anything else, but you just threatened Jin Bin so blatantly, and then returned to him You are probably the first to declare war."
"Johnny is very interested in your plan, but his ability is too obvious, so..." Peter Parker on the other side of the hospital bed also laughed, "But generally speaking, your idea is very interesting .”
"So, what are we going to do next?" Matt interrupted the chat and brought the topic back on track.
"It's very simple." Colt relaxed, "We'll wait."
……
Even under the anger of Fisk, his years of experience in the underworld still did not let him relax his vigilance.
Even if the other party is only a young man, a young man who can put the chief in jail cannot be ignored.
The previous failed assassination of the Punisher also made Fisk a little hesitant to directly attack the opponent. Maybe the opponent had already set a trap in the hospital and waited for him to fall into the trap, just like what they did to the Punisher before.
He smiled cruelly, but luckily he wasn't a punisher.
There are many ways to hurt a person besides killing him directly.
For example, killing someone he loves.
Obviously, it's not an appropriate choice to start with Valeria, and he doesn't want to directly confront the Fantastic Four and Doom, but what about Colt's incompetent ordinary parents?
Thinking of this, Fisk smiled even more happily, a new hero who is full of confidence, a new hero who dares to declare war on him, and he can't wait to see the other party's painful and regretful tears at his parents' funeral.
That must have been an incredibly enjoyable experience.
And this experience will also become his record and be used to warn every rookie who tries to provoke him.
His majesty, Wilson Fisk, Jin Bin, cannot be violated.
……
"Jin Bin." In the bar, a man who was bored watching people playing darts answered the phone with a glass of beer.
"I want to give you a task." The voice of the underworld emperor came from the phone.
"Oh? Someone provoked you again?" The man raised his eyebrows, "Is it that demon? I'm really looking forward to having another fight with him."
"You will have a chance in the future." Jin Bin said, "but this time, you have another goal."
After hanging up the phone, an email was sent to his mailbox.
"Tch, ordinary people." The man spat.
He drank the beer on the table and slapped the tip on the table.
At this time, the group of people were still playing darts.
The man took out a post-it note from his pocket and folded it twice.
He stood up and walked towards the exit, then threw the note back as if casually.
Immediately afterwards, he opened the door and walked out.
That piece of paper hit the bullseye.
(End of this chapter)