I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

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

The morning in New York is earlier than usual.

And Wilson Fisk, whose biological clock is very punctual, has already finished his breakfast and is ready to change into a custom suit and start a new day...

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

"What's up?"

"Mrs. Gao, contact me, she wants to talk."

"Send a car to pick her up."

"She's looking for you...now!"

Hearing this sentence, Wilson Fisk stood in front of the mirror and was tying the buttons, and he couldn't help but frown gradually.

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

Since that incident happened a few months ago, his relationship with Mrs. Gao has already hit rock bottom.

The reason why the breakup has not yet occurred is entirely due to the word "interest", which is struggling to maintain it.

After half an hour...

The black-and-white penthouse welcomes a guest.

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

Gollum...

Mrs. Gao, who was sitting opposite, poured a cup of rock tea from Wuyi Mountain in person, Wilson Fisk, smiled slightly, and said in non-standard Chinese: "Try the tea I got from Wuyi Mountain, I think you should would like it."

Mrs. Gao picked up the delicate teacup, put it between her nose, smelled it lightly, and then put it down.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not here for tea."

Raising his brows slightly, Wilson Fisk's huge body leaned on the back of the chair and asked in a deep voice, "Then what are you doing?"

Under Wilson Fisk's oppressive gaze, Mrs. Gao took out a photo from her pocket and put it on the table: "You can see the purpose of my visit when you see this photo..."

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

"This is?!"

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

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

Just as his thoughts drifted to the past, Mrs. Gao's words rang in his ears:

"Leon Coulson, an agent of an intelligence agency, our common enemy!"

On the word "enemy", it was obvious that Mrs. Gao hated the man in this photo very much.

Glancing at Mrs. Gao's age-engraved face, Wilson Fisk thought about it and asked:

"How did you find him?"

"You don't need to worry about it. Hand and meeting 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 in the castle, or a little guy that others can handle, it's entirely up to you."

Leaving such a sentence, Mrs. Gao walked out of this oppressive house slowly with a cane.

As soon as Mrs. Gao left, James Wesley, in a suit, pushed the door on the back.

"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 exclaiming: "It's him?!"

Wilson Fisk tapped the photo on the table with his finger, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, that's the man from last time."

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

Overlooking the high-rise buildings outside the window, Fisk fell into contemplation...

Mrs. Gao's intention,

Very obvious: Revenge!

In fact, Wilson Fisk did not think about it, find the man who dared to threaten him in the restaurant that day, and then take revenge!

However, the other party was very cautious and did not leave any information.

No name, no identity, just knowing the other person's appearance, trying to find a needle in a haystack in a crowded New York.

For several months, even under the extensive search of his subordinates, the other party seemed to have disappeared, and no information about him could be found anywhere.

This has also become a piece of Fisker's heart...

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

Fisk had seen with his own eyes how terrifying the man's abilities were.

Countless bullets hit his body, but only made a "dangdangdang" sound!

Like ghostly marksmanship, the gun is deadly!

Is it really worth it to take revenge on an invulnerable enemy for your own dignity?

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

Faced with these questions, Fisk already had the answer in his heart...

At this time, James Wesley, who was standing behind him, interrupted his meditation:

"Sir, what are we going to do?"

Fisk turned around, looked at his friend and his most trusted subordinate, and asked, "Wesley, you've seen that person too, and I'd like to hear your opinion."

James Wesley was stunned for a moment, then he pushed his glasses lightly with his hand, thought for a moment, and then replied:

"I think we have two options. One is to assemble a group of people and throw this man's body into the Hudson River! If it can be done..."

James Wesley's words, if not added to the last sentence, are extremely deterrent.

Fisk listened quietly.

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

"Since Mrs. Gao came to find you, she must want to borrow your hand to eradicate this man."

"But, with all due respect, we haven't found a way to break his invulnerability so far..."

Wesley's implication is: we can't help him!

"You mean we just watch like this and do nothing?" There was only a deep calm in Fisk's eyes.

"Even if we don't do it, Mrs. Gao will do it. We don't need to do anything, just watch them fight to the death, isn't it easier?"

Wesley's words made Fisk fall into deep thinking again...

After a long silence, Fisk suddenly picked up the photo on the table, handed it to Wesley, and instructed: "Behind the photo, there is the man's address."

"You go meet him, remember, be polite!"

"This…"

Not caring about Wesley's surprise, Fisk turned his head and stared at the table. Mrs. Gao took a sip of the undrinked Wuyi Mountain rock tea and whispered softly, "Mrs. Gao is right, this is an opportunity."

"A very rare opportunity..."