Marvel Book of Magical Events

Generally speaking, I have a solution for a rich man like you who has his eyes above his head. Wilson Fisk still put on a boxing stance, as if waiting for Salomon to enter the blind spot before launching an attack. He refused to show weakness, especially in front of a young man. However, Salomon just smiled with disdain on his face, which made Wilson Fisk even more annoyed—he originally just wanted to investigate, but he didn't expect to encounter such a counterattack. But even so, he is still very confident that he can control the situation, because his fist is closer than the sniper rifle.

Do you want to know what happened to those people?

I know, I have evidence for every crime you commit. Conclusive evidence, surveillance video, audio, financial transactions, everything can point to you. Every text message of yours has been monitored, and every word you and your subordinates said has been backed up through your mobile phone. Oh, including the fact that you crushed a person's head with a car door not long ago was also recorded by the dash cam. The mystic smiled and said words that could threaten anyone in the Internet age.

I also know how far you have come in your investigation of my adoptive mother and me, but sadly, this investigation cannot continue. I know you can do a lot for Vanessa, but I don't allow people to use orphanage children as chips. If you ask the former mafia godfather Elijah for my name, then you can understand what that means. As a warning, I have already had some of your armed forces. Armed Forces.

Wilson Fisk grinned, he felt the phone vibrating in his pocket.

Even though he couldn't tell whether what Salomon said was true or not, he could understand from the shooting just now that the man in front of him was crazy beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. He tensed his muscles like a beast. A small crater bulged from the wall hit by large-caliber rifle bullets, and the spider webs in the shadows stretched out their tiny black tendrils. He felt as if he could still smell gunpowder smoke. Even though he knew it was an illusion, his back was covered with cold sweat.

What exactly do you want? Do you want me to do things for you? He forced out a few words from his throat, Or do you just want to show off your power and destroy the lives of inferior people for fun?

You think too much, Wilson Fisk. I have already told you my purpose, but you just don't believe me. You are worthless to me, nothing at all. I did this only because your men drove to the wrong place, which is Mount Athena. There is no other reason. Because Vanessa chose you and gave up the friendship with Minerva for many years. This reception is also the last help we provide. Salomon shook his head, as if Wilson Fisk is some kind of stupid person, and needs to be very patient Explain the notes carefully to understand. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked out of the shooting range slowly, and approached Fisk, as if he knew that the next topic would make Fisk give up his plan to attack.

Vanessa will die. This is her first time facing death. There will be a second or third time. As long as she continues to stay with you, death will come as expected. But her will is quite firm, and she will not give up even after knowing the prophecy, so my adoptive mother and I cannot continue to persuade.

What prophecy? Vanessa will never be in danger again! Wilson Fisk's tone seemed as if Salomon was humiliating him. But the fact is that he has no way to guarantee Vanessa's safety. Salomon thought his attitude was ridiculous. Wilson Fisk enjoyed the wealth brought by the violent group but was unwilling to bear the consequences. How could there be such a good thing in this world?

It's just that he didn't insist on mocking Wilson Fisk. Since this guy thinks he can do it, he will never admit that he will fail. He never failed, otherwise he would have died. There was nothing wrong with letting him indulge in his dreams, and Salomon didn't bother to argue with him.

She didn't die here, which means she will have a child with you, a boy. If you are interested, you can ask me for the name of the child before it is born. I guarantee that the names we know are exactly the same.

Wilson Fisk took a deep breath, and his expression became softer.

Vanessa is pregnant?

Not yet, it will be a few years later. I promise it will be a boy, and the only heir in your life. The mystic's smile was quite warm and friendly, which even made Fisk almost give up his plan to attack. But then his face became quite scary. He leaned closer to Fisk, and whispered in the most evil tone of his life in the ear of the most powerful man in underground New York, But if you try to reach out to the orphanage, then this boy will not exist. I will kill Vanessa, kill your mother with dementia, and kill everyone you care about. Even if the boy was just born, I would strangle him in the swaddle, and then pull out your spine, leaving you like a crippled dog in the rain on the side of the road, only relying on dog food living off the leftovers in your bag. I think that's the only language you can understand.

Salomon has never threatened anyone in his life. Generally speaking, most of them can be resolved only through his negotiation skills and personal charm. This is the first time he has said something so gangster-like. But even so, he still couldn't help showing off his literary attainments, and even used some English idioms, but Wilson Fisk couldn't understand them at all, which was too beyond the knowledge range of a poor kid in Hell's Kitchen.

But even so, Jin Bin could understand what Salomon wanted to express. The threat seemed to have worked, Wilson Fisk regained his composure, and Salomon took two steps back at the right time, he was not interested in being so close to a man. He knew that not everyone would obey in the face of such a threat, but the mystic was not at all interested in what Wilson Fisk thought, the only thing he had to do was to ensure the safety of the orphanage.

That's all?

Yes, that's all. Salomon seemed to lose interest suddenly. He nodded, raised his legs and walked upstairs to the shooting area at the corner of the stairs, without even looking at Wilson Fisk. I'm sure you've heard a lot of this in your career, and you should be able to understand the meaning.

So...prophecy. What do you have to say about that?

This is not a deal, nor is it a confrontation (Mexican standoff), and I don't intend to make a deal with you, here are all decent people. The mystic looked at him, as if looking at a delusional madman, I can kill you here, and no one will find out.

But you wouldn't do that, would you? And, I don't think there's anything in this world that can't be traded.

You're right. Salomon nodded. He waved his hand, and two hounds that seemed to be squeezed out of asphalt suddenly jumped out of the shadow lurking in the corner, Then use your life, because you are still useful to other people. If you survive, then you are eligible to negotiate terms.

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