I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

Chapter 144

Entering the end of September, the breath of autumn is getting stronger and stronger.

The morning in New York came earlier than before.

And Wilson Fisk, who has a very punctual biological clock, has already finished his own breakfast, ready to change into a customized suit and start a new day…

Suddenly, in his cloakroom, he received a call from his henchmen:

“what’s up?”

“Mrs. Gao, contacted me, she wants to talk.”

“Send a car to pick her up.”

“She’s going to find you…now!”

Hearing these words, Wilson Fisk was standing in front of the mirror, and his brows gradually frowned when he was buttoning up.

The visit of the partner Mrs. Gao is not an ordinary event, but a very new event.

Since that incident happened a few months ago, his relationship with Mrs. Gao has already fallen to the bottom.

The reason why there hasn’t been a break is that the word “profit” is struggling to maintain it.

Half an hour later…

The penthouse, mainly in black and white tones, welcomed a guest.

There were only two people sitting on the huge long table. A fat bald man, and an old lady.

Gululu…

I personally poured a cup of rock tea from Wuyishan on Mrs. Gao who was sitting across from him. Wilson Fisk smiled slightly and said in non-standard Chinese, “Try the tea I got from Wuyishan, I think you should I will like it.”

Mrs. Gao picked up the delicate tea cup, put it between her nose, smelled it gently, and then put it down.

“Thank you for your kindness, but I didn’t come for tea.”

With a slightly raised brow, Wilson Fisk’s huge body, leaning on the back of the chair, asked in a deep voice: “Then what are you for?”

Under Wilson Fisk’s oppressive gaze, Mrs. Gao took out a photo from her pocket and placed it on the table: “You know the purpose of my trip…”

The puzzled Wilson Fisk picked up the photo and took a look at it, suddenly showing a shocked look:

“This is?!”

In the photo, I saw a young man with short brown hair.

That familiar smile reminded Wilson Fisk of what happened in the French restaurant a few months ago…

As his thoughts drifted toward the past, Mrs. Gao’s words sounded in his ears:

“Lyon Phil Coulson, an agent of an intelligence agency, our common enemy!”

From the word “enemy”, it is obvious that Mrs. Gao hates the man in this photo very much.

Glancing at Mrs. Gao’s age-old face, Wilson Fisk thought for a while and asked:

“How did you find him?”

“You don’t have to worry about it, hands and meetings are not as simple as you think…” Mrs. Gao paused, and continued: “This time I am here to provide you with a chance, a chance for revenge!”

“Whether you want to continue to be the king of the castle, or a small person that others can handle, depends entirely on you.”

After such a word, Mrs. Gao walked slowly out of this oppressive house with her crutches.

As soon as Mrs. Gao left with his front foot, James Wesley, in a suit and leather shoes, pushed the door with his back foot.

“Sir, Mrs. Gao is here this time…”

Coming to Fisk’s side, he just wanted to ask aloud, but he caught a glimpse of the photo on the desktop, and couldn’t help but startled Roar and said, “It’s him?!”

Wilson Fisk tapped his finger on the photo on the desktop, and said in a deep voice, “Yes, that’s the man last time.”

After speaking, he got up from the seat, pacing under his feet, and came to the window.

Overlooking the tall buildings outside the window, Fisk fell into contemplation…

Mrs. Gao’s intention is very obvious: revenge!

In fact, Wilson Fisk has not thought about finding out the man who dared to threaten him in the restaurant that day, and then revenge!

However, the other party was very cautious and left no information.

There is no name, no identity, just knowing the other person’s appearance. If you want to find a needle in a haystack in the crowded New York.

Over the past few months, even under his own intensive searches, the other party seemed to have disappeared, and no information about him could be found anywhere.

This has also become Fisk’s heartache…

However, Mrs. Gao suddenly came to the door and brought the identity of a man. Between the lines, she seemed to encourage him to take revenge, but she was not at ease.

Fisk witnessed how terrifying the man’s Ability was.

Countless bullets hit his body, but only made a “clang clang” sound!

The marksmanship is like a ghost, deadly!

Is it really worth it to avenge an indestructible enemy for your own dignity?

If he can’t kill the opponent, can he survive the opponent’s counterattack?

Facing these questions, Fisk already has the answer in his heart…

At this time, James Wesley, standing behind him, interrupted his contemplation aloud:

“Sir, what are we going to do?”

Fisk turned around, looked at his friend and his most trusted subordinate, and asked: “Wesley, you have seen that person too, and I want to hear your opinion.”

James Wesley was taken aback, then he gently pushed his glasses with his hand, thought for a moment, and then replied:

“I think we have two options. One is to gather people and throw this man’s body into the Hudson River! If it can be done…”

If you don’t add the last sentence, James Wesley’s words are extremely deterrent.

Fisk listened quietly.

“Another option is for us to wait and see what happens!”

“Since Mrs. Gao came to look for you, she must have borrowed your hand to get rid of this man.”

“But, with all due respect, we have yet to find a way to break his indestructible body…”

The implication of Wesley’s words is: We can’t help him!

“You mean, let’s just watch and do nothing?” In Fisk’s eyes, there was only a deep calmness.

“Even if we don’t do it, Mrs. Gao will do it. We don’t need to do anything. It’s easier to watch them fight to the death and the life?”

Wesley’s words plunged Fisk into deep thinking again…

After a long silence, Fisk suddenly picked up the photo on the desktop, handed it to Wesley, and said, “Behind the photo, there is the address of the man.”

“Go meet him, remember, be polite!”

“this…”

Not paying attention to Wesley’s surprise, Fisk turned his head and stared at the table closely. Mrs. Gao took a sip of the Wuyishan rock tea that Mrs. Gao hadn’t drunk and whispered softly: “Mrs. Gao is right. This is an opportunity.”

“A very rare opportunity…”