Wilson Fisk sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and watched the night view of New York, and he loved the feeling of having everything under his feet.

It was out of this hobby that he spent a lot of money to build the Correbo Building, which is much lower than Stark Industries' office buildings, but also stands out from the crowd in the surrounding area.

There was a knock on the door from behind, and Wilson didn't look back, still looking out the window at the neon with a confused expression.

The person outside the door was not polite, and pushed the door in directly, as if the knocking on the door just now was just some kind of face-saving habit.

"How's it going, have you found out why?"

The slightly hoarse voice made the visitor stunned for a moment, in his impression, his boss was full of strong words, and he never showed even the slightest weakness in front of any enemy or subordinate, but now he heard it from the other party's tone...... Twilight.

"Maybe it's a delusion!" Bullseye comforted himself in his heart.

He has no loyalty and admiration for the boss in front of him, and his worries are just that he is unwilling to lose his glamorous life and return to the days of exile.

"I found out that a kid approached Tony Stark five days ago, and the laser cannonball that hit our company building was fired by the kid's weapon. ”

Bullseye spoke in a flat tone about the news he had received from the black market, as if the people who had died and been seriously injured by the explosion were not his colleagues.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. blocked the spread of information about that day's battle, for those living in dark corners of New York, the so-called ban is no different from waste paper.

And these people are precisely well-informed guys, who can't hear the news, and their bodies are rotting in the sewers.

Bullseye is looking for those who rely on news to eat, not only the details of the day, but also the development of follow-up events, all of which are reported to their bosses.

"So, that kid was taken away by S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Wilson looked out the window and asked, his calm tone making it hard to hear what he was really thinking.

"That's right, those Russians are still waiting for him to be taken out of prison and work for them after he is sentenced by the court!"

"It's no wonder that kid uses laser weapons, and the power can't even be carried by Iron Man, if he masters the relevant sources, I'm afraid this world will really change. ”

Bullseye spoke freely about the gossip he had heard, completely ignoring the fact that the boss with his back to him was the head of the New York underground.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Wilson snorted coldly, like an old lion disdainful hyena.

"That's right, I'll just say that such a valuable guy, boss, you can't have no ideas, but there are a lot of people staring at this piece of fat, do you need me to warn them one by one?"

As the chief fighter who was recruited, in addition to a part of the fixed monetary income, Bullseye still derives more income from his external shots every time.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have told his boss the third-rate gossip he heard as an exact secret.

"I have a idea!"

Wilson slammed to his feet, picked up the leather seat behind him with one hand, and slammed it against the wall on one side.

"Bang-"

The chair slammed against the wall with a loud thud, cracking in all directions, and the crumbling shelf flew past the bullseye's cheek.

The face of the subordinate who had just shown his careful thinking was very ugly, and the thumb of his left hand subconsciously touched the iron ring on his index finger.

Glancing at the burly figure, the bullseye, who had regained his composure, still gave up the plan to put the iron ring in his hand into the other party's eye socket.

Wilson walked to his desk as if he didn't perceive any danger.

He believed that the guy who had been active in the Underworld for many years would not be an idiot, and that the gunman lurking in a dark corner would be able to get a bullet into his chest before the other man went crazy.

As for the risks, the guy who dared to change his name to Jin Ji never lacked the courage to gamble his life.

"Do you know how many calls I've received these days?" Wilson's voice was a little low, as if to say to bullseye, and as if to say to himself: "Seventy-nine, each of them is a big man." ”

"Heh," kicked the tattered seat on the ground away, and Wilson sneered, "a veritable big man!"

Bullseye didn't speak, and the anger in his heart gradually replaced by doubt.

In fact, when facing Jin He, he felt a little inferior in his heart.

Although Bullseye is confident that he can kill each other when the two are right, the kind of bearing that Jin Ji exudes is something he has always wanted to have but has never had.

It's not the domineering of some underworld boss, but the kind of wanton who lives calmly under the sun.

If possible, who doesn't want to live a decent life and be admired in the sun, even if it is a bullseye who is tyrannical and rebellious, looking at the red iron man who often flies in the sky, there is often a slight longing and envy in his heart.

However, even their souls are blackened, and they are not so easily whitewashed.

At least so far, only Jin and the underground force in the entire New York City have established the Keruibo Business Company, and sat in the position of the company's director, not only putting on a glamorous and beautiful coat for himself, but also allowing his subordinates to breathe the air under the sun wantonly.

Bullseye thought that his boss was worried because S.H.I.E.L.D. had noticed, but now it seems that it is not.

"At first," Wilson said coldly, turning his head to look at the bullseye, "they told me to accept that the company building was accidentally blown up by mistake with a new weapon in the military lab." ”

"No one wanted to tell me the truth, as if I had to honor their decision and deserve it as if I were their father. ”

"I didn't hesitate to forgive them like a father, but the military didn't agree with what had been decided. Wilson smiled self-deprecatingly and continued: "Another big man called me and told me that the company had an accidental fire caused by aging wiring. ”

"Bang-"

The fist slammed into the desk, and the huge force shattered the tempered glass covered on it into sporadic pieces: "Such a loud explosion pretended not to be heard, tell me it was an accidental fire?"

"Okay," Wilson smiled and nodded, his distorted face made the bullseye on the side frown vigilantly: "We can't afford to provoke the military, I put up with it, just like those fools whose bodies were blown into several pieces were burned to death, and no one asked me for compensation anyway!"

As the emperor of New York at night, both his enemies and his subordinates know what kind of character Kim is, and no timid guy will dare to come to him to ask for compensation.

After all, this big guy is the one who can be ruthless enough to break his wife's neck with his own hands.

"However, my kind concession was regarded as weakness," looking intently at the bullseye, Wilson's originally hoarse voice was much colder: "In the end, a renovation company wants to ride on my head!"

"What to say, there can't be a problem with the lines installed by their company, let me not frame their reputation, the fire of the Keruibo Building was clearly blown up by gangsters with RPG, which is the derivative result of the fight between the two groups!"

Wilson's chest heaved like a beast that chooses to eat.

He spent more than 20 years building everything in front of him, believing that he could be regarded as the leading figure in New York whether it was day or night, but this incident gave him a resounding slap in the face.

Obviously, no matter how expensive his suit is, he still can't compare to Stark in casual clothes.

In the eyes of others, he is the head of a gang, and some people may be afraid of him because of this identity, but in the eyes of the real big guys, he can't be on the stage after all.

What's more, now because he has always chosen to follow certain rules, the guys who were afraid of him have also begun to bark their teeth at him, as if this makes him appear to be on top.

"I thought about it for a day, and now I understand. ”

Wilson was not a reckless man, so he could endure the humiliated anger and send his men to find out the news.

"How old is that kid?"

"What?" Bullseye was stunned for a moment by the sudden question, but he quickly reacted: "It is said to be fourteen years old!"

"Fourteen years old, and a genius like Stark, it's no wonder S.H.I.E.L.D. would intervene. ”

Hearing the news that Bullseye had come back to report, Wilson had already sorted out the context.

The reason why he was targeted by all sides, as if the empire that had taken decades to build was about to collapse overnight, was due to the intervention of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the attraction of that child to all forces.

With that in mind, Wilson knew what to do next.

"Over the years, I have been restrained, trying to ensure that I do not cross the line in the general direction, so as not to usher in the hostility and targeting of the upper echelons, but after bending my waist for a long time, I almost forgot that I am a big man!"

The words of self-boasting coming out of Wilson's mouth not only did not make people feel frivolous, but had a kind of bearing that was already so.

"I'm cautious about following the so-called rules, but, bullseye, I'm the one who makes the rules!"

With a chuckle, the tone of the Night Emperor returned to its former strength: "I'm a gang leader, a ruthless thug, there's no need to learn from people's smiling faces and send them there, go in a hurry to make promises!"

Tapping his finger to the phone on the table, Wilson instructed his subordinates: "We really can't afford to mess with some big people, but I haven't paid attention to a dozen fools who are fake and powerful, and I'll give you a list in a while, and everyone on it, including their relatives, will be disposed of!"

"I'm going in person?"

Bullseye asked, not as impatient as he had just mentioned the underground forces.

In fact, although Jin He behaved like a tyrannical and reckless, he always had the right grasp of proportion, otherwise he would not have been able to call the wind and rain in New York for so many years.

The things on the dark side are usually handed over to the bullseye, and the chariots and horses indicate that these things are what they tell their subordinates to do.

When it comes to disputes on the surface, he rarely uses killing to solve them, even if he chooses this method, he will not let his cronies do it, but recruit a few outlaws to do it, and pick himself clean.

Therefore, the tone of bullseye's inquiry was lazy and unmotivated, following the other party for many years, he can also be called to understand this boss, knowing that since his son's death, no matter how angry things he encountered, he would not let his emotions influence his reason to make reckless decisions.

Sure enough, the bullseye's guess was not wrong, Wilson opened his mouth, then sighed lightly, and swallowed back the "you go personally" to his mouth, he thought of S.H.I.E.L.D., provoking at this juncture, I am afraid that it will really incur the blow of that behemoth.

"Forget it, you go to the black market and spread the news, and recruit a few outlaws who want to make quick money!"

PS: Guys, the old knife is not yesterday, I took a leave of absence in total, and I made up for it, so I can't call it more, I added it twice......

Although the leaflet is a bit much, but it's not a leave, did you misunderstand something?

Finally, thank you for your support, I will try to write a better story.