"Last night's bombing at the historic Covendello residence has been confirmed to have been caused by a gas explosion. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info This tragic case, which caused as many as 17 casualties, has been called one of the largest cases in the history of New York City. ”

"Commissioner Paddington has stated that the incident has nothing to do with a terrorist attack. But because of the background of the building's owner, they can't completely rule out a possible connection between the bombing and the mass shooting that took place on the same night. The shooting, which resulted in five deaths and two injuries, took place at Runda Mall, less than a mile away from Covendero's residence..."

Wesley pressed the button on the TV's remote control, and the sleek newswriter on the screen vanished. There was a lot of peace in the room.

He turned to Fisk, who was watching from the sidelines. The bald muscular man, who had already weighed two hundred kilograms, rested his hands on his chin. Without saying a word, he emitted an inexplicable sense of majesty.

"Even the early morning news reported this, and half of New York knew about it. This is the low-key action we are asking for? "Wilson. Fisk spoke slowly,

"The time of the clean-up team was so short that they had to evacuate only three-quarters of the way through their work. But it's good to be able to do this. We're going to put a couple of scapegoats on top and spend some money to get some of the legislators. Half a year at most, and the people of New York will forget all this. Wesley reported it all in as light as he could, even though he knew that last night's operation had gone terribly. In the long run, this is just a small trouble. ”

"The police came to the scene more than 20 minutes earlier than agreed, and they took my money, but they broke the contract." Judging by his words, he was concerned with something else.

"According to our internal intelligence, it was not our people who came to check on us." Wesley replied softly. "The other party is from another jurisdiction, and if I remember correctly, his name is George. Stacy. After all, he is an official captain, and although the other party has not ordered it, our people cannot refuse the other party's request to pass through the protective circle. ”

Fisk unconsciously tapped his fingers on the table. "Before we carried out this plan, we had spent a lot of our resources on ensuring that the police were on the sidelines, and the people who should have been bought had already been bought. Have we never paid attention to this person before? ”

"We've been in contact with him many times on the inside lines of the police." Wesley replied respectfully. "Every temptation was defused by him before it even began, and he seemed to be aware of our influence in the police. Officer Stacy wasn't willing to join us, but there was no sign of any way to thwart our plans until last night. He turned a blind eye to our activities within the police and even voluntarily abandoned his previous position and avoided us as much as possible. According to the previous judgment, he is just a smart person who wants to protect himself, even if he can't win over, there is no need to spend more strength to suppress it. ”

"However, it was this clever man who was wise enough to protect himself and almost ruined last night's event!" Fisk roared without warning, his hands slamming against the table in front of him. The artwork, carved from a single block of marble and valued at nearly $5,000, was blasted into a spider's web crack under Fisk's angry blow.

And Wesley, who was on the side, also wisely did not speak, allowing the anger in Fisk's heart to slowly subside by himself.

He knows something about the temper and character of his boss and long-time friends. Wesley's heart couldn't help but sigh a little, if it weren't for this flaw, Fisk's achievements would probably be higher than now. God was indeed fair, and after giving him a perfect body and a brilliant brain, he put this shackle on him.

Fisk took a few deep breaths and massaged his hands into his forehead and temples, trying to calm his emotions. "I can't let this happen again, Wesley."

"That's natural." Wesley catered to the Tao without being arrogant or humble. "The further strengthening of police control is the most important part of our next plan."

"We will increase the total amount of resources for wooing the police by 14 percentage points, and we can't let it affect the other... Tache. Well, the operation of other links. Fisk, who calmed down, quickly made his decision. We need more die-hard parties, not those who give us some convenience just because they are profitable. For the rest of the high-level personnel, the speed of the strategy should also be as fast as possible. We need them to be our weapons, lackeys. Only then can our investment begin to pay off. ”

"Understood. I'll be communicating the new plan right away. Wesley nodded, then hesitated slightly. So, what about this Officer Stacy who ruined our good show? Do I need someone to get rid of him once and for all? A car accident, an accident, he's just a person, we can do it cleanly. ”

Fisk was silent for a moment, and after a few struggles in his head, he made a decision. "No, we can't do that just yet."

"Oh?" Wesley looked a little surprised, but Fisk was quick to give his explanation.

"We've left too many dead bodies in our recent activities. We can do our best, but at the end of the day, there are always people who will find the clues they are connected to. Fisk replied calmly, as he was at the same time as the angry look he had just now. Now we should try to hide ourselves as much as possible, and let those who have a heart forget us first. Only in this way will it be easier for us to plan ahead. ”

"And—" Fiskepi tugged at the corners of his mouth with a non-smirk. There are a lot of smart people on the police side. If Officer Stacy had died in an accident after doing something like this, someone would have put it on our heads. Lenovo doesn't need proof, Wesley. It's not worth it to make them resist for the sake of such a small person. ”

"Understood, so we'll leave him alone for the time being?"

"No, the necessary actions still have to be done." Fisk shook his head. "If this clever man does something stupid again, I'm afraid I'll screw his head off with my own hands. Let's find an opportunity to get him out of this circle completely, so that he can no longer meddle in our affairs. Now, let's talk about that new friend of ours. ”

"You mean... Red Mask? ”

"That's right." Fisk nodded. "Compared to Officer Stacy, he's the one who planned last night almost... The main culprit of the collapse. How much do we know about this person now? ”

"Not much." Wesley tugged at his glasses. "We don't get a lot of information from Mr. Hammer. Although this Red Mask is a frequent customer of the other party's business, he is cautious, if not too cautious, in protecting himself. ”

"So, what do we know now?"

"It's very limited, the other party is short in height and thin in size. And according to the voice, it should not be more than twenty-five years old. He had some relationship with the little Murretty he rescued before this, and even played for him once. You remember what happened a few months ago in Warehouse 14, right? ”

"He did it... That would also explain why he made a move this time. Fisk suddenly realized, nodded, and then frowned again. But is that all we have to spam? According to this description, it is possible to easily find thousands of matching people on the streets of New York. ”

"There's more." Wesley gave a subtle expression. "There is no doubt that the other party is a superpower. According to the men who participated in last night's battle, he broke Michael's neck from a distance of five meters with just one gesture. The other party also has an unidentified helper. He dealt with all the snipers we arranged. ”

"There's more and more information, but few of them are good." Fisk sighed, and his hand unconsciously began to caress the crack on the table. "Superpowers, mutants or aliens?"

"The information I've gotten isn't clear, but if it's a mutant, it shouldn't be a concern." After thinking for a moment, Wesley slowly spoke his opinion. "If it's an alien, we might have to pay attention to which force the other party is."

"In that case, we also need our own strength of the same level. You are responsible for this, and get the channel through that weasel as soon as possible. We still need their help in mastering New York City. “

"Yes." Wesley nodded, and began to report on the next round. "Now, in addition to the other finishing touches, the first step has been fully achieved. The Moretti family's fortune and fortune in Hell's Kitchen have been taken over by us. Excluding the expenses, our total gain is still quite impressive, and it will take a little time to digest it. ”

"Very well, I trust your decision in this regard. If there's nothing else—" Fisk nodded, ready to get Wesley to step down. But when his gaze swept to the table that had been smashed by himself, he suddenly seemed a little hesitant.

"Well, Wesley, look—" This strong man who could crush stones with empty hands looked a little shy, and the words in his mouth were a little unspeakable. I... I may need a new table, what was the name of the one you recommended last time...?"

Wesley was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

"You're talking about the Huanghuali table made by Master Ollivander himself, right? The seven-foot-four-inch antique long table, referencing the style of the 15th century in France, is indeed a masterpiece. But let's be honest, it's the same as the rest of the furniture... It doesn't fit well. Wesley gave detailed details of what he had seen more than four months ago, and gave his advice.

Fisk nodded. "Then let's replace the rest. I just want to get a new setup... Regulate your emotions. You have a much better taste in these things than I do, and I'll leave that to you. ”

Wesley nodded, turned and exited the room. Fisk, on the other hand, kept staring at the crack on the table that had been smashed by himself, and he was in a trance for a while.