Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 740 Thugs in suits (second update)

Salomon understands but does not support it. Vanessa is taking Jin Bing's blood debt on her head, and she is looking for death.

She is just an artist, she has never killed anyone, let alone committed a crime, she can't use a knife or a pistol, and she knows nothing about Wilson Fisk's crimes.They have never had a good talk between them, and this kind of superficial thinking can be seen by Salomon at a glance. Today's reception is completely wishful thinking of Vanessa. Presumably Athena also saw this, so she agreed to help this person. Good friend do me a favor.The woman said that she made the decision after thinking about it. No matter what the future holds, she intends to face it with him, even if she has to face the condemnation of conscience every minute and every second, even death cannot separate them.

"Hell has opened its doors for me," she said as if to make herself feel better.

After saying that, Salomon didn't say anything anymore, he nodded politely, and pulled Beunita away from her compatriots.

Vanessa watched their leaving backs submerged in the crowd, and closed her eyes in pain.In the past, her gallery could only be opened thanks to her good friend Minerva, who contacted the rich and powerful to patronize, otherwise no one would care about an unknown Italian painter who came to New York to seek a living.But she knew that she would never have the qualification to step into Minerva's private apartment from now on. This was the last chance to get in touch with the upper class. The group of people is no longer related and will not receive any help.For the sake of her partner's vision, Vanessa had to force a smile and rejoin the reception with her pale face.

If she was not aware of Wilson Fisk's blood debt before, then at this moment she is already unforgivable.

"Are you okay?" Wilson Fisk said goodbye to the person he was talking to politely, and walked towards Vanessa.He held Vanessa's back very considerately, and whispered in her ear.He naturally knew why his partner dragged his sick body to hold a reception forcibly, so he tried his best to show his charm, and he could chat with anyone of any status, leaving a lot of good impressions on the people participating in the charity auction .

"I've been tired of this kind of occasion. It's not as fun as when we go to the playground!" He deliberately imitated the rude accent and swear words of the bottom people, making the corners of Vanessa's mouth rise.This gangster godfather who came out of Hell's Kitchen has been in various occasions for many years, even in the social occasions of high society, he can handle it with ease. He just said this to make Vanessa happy.It's hard to imagine a man as tall and strong as a mammoth doing a ballet dance on tiptoe, but Wilson Fisk wouldn't mind putting on his pink shoes if Vanessa wanted to watch.

Vanessa smiled and tugged at his collar. She was very satisfied with Wilson Fisk's performance today.The diamond brooch she had chosen herself to give Wilson Fisk a refined look.As long as he left a good enough impression, someone would naturally come to discuss business after the reception.The powerful need hyenas to intimidate rivals and crush the disaffected, and Wilson Fisk is the blood mop they need.Not long ago, the incident in Hell's Kitchen had made some people know him, and knew that he was a gang leader who did things safely and left no trace. "I'm afraid we'll have to suffer for a few more hours, dear. The charity auction is stinky and long, but we'll have to do better."

"Well, if it's for you, I think I can bear it." Wilson Fisk asked, "Do we really not need to say hello to the organizer? Wouldn't that be impolite?"

"I've just spoken to the organizers," she said. "They've been very friendly."

"Really, that's good." Wilson Fisk quietly let out a sigh of relief, letting go of the malice in his heart.In fact, when Vanessa and Salomon were talking, Wilson Fisk kept looking at the balcony from the corner of his eyes, and naturally saw Vanessa's bad face after Salomon and Bayonetta left.Before participating in the charity auction, he briefly investigated the sponsor's background, but he didn't know much about it—but now his partner didn't want to pursue it, and Wilson Fisk couldn't continue talking.He stayed with Vanessa for a few more laps, and then found an excuse to go to a secluded corner and call his subordinates.Now Hell's Kitchen is busy enough for him, his business is frequently interfered by a masked man, his partner, the Hand, is not a good person, he always wants to get a piece of the action, and even a group of unknown people directly visit the nursing home own mother.But even so, he still wanted to investigate the identity of the sponsor.

Naturally, Salomon didn't know what Wilson Fisk was thinking, even if he knew, he would sneer and didn't take it to heart at all.It was nothing more than a criminal group. The goal of the Immortal City was the country when it was founded. Wilson Fisk's forces couldn't even put the dossier on the table of the internal affairs department, and neither force nor power could pose a threat to the Immortal City.

"You want to see me?" Hearing this voice, Wilson Fisk suddenly turned his head, and saw Salomon standing at the corner of the fire escape on the upper floor.At some point, he walked there silently, silently listening to Wilson Fisk giving orders to his subordinates.

"Maybe." Wilson Fisk put the phone back, "I want to know who can have such a status to host such a dinner party."

"This dinner is to celebrate Aunt Vanessa's discharge from the hospital." Salomon rolled his eyes.He stayed purely for the last of Athena and Vanessa's friendship, after he'd sent Joan of Arc and Belleuneta upstairs to their hotel room. "My adoptive mother and Vanessa are friends and naturally help."

Wilson Fisk smiled, and Salomon shook the outstretched hand in due course.

"She mentioned to me a young baroque artist, it should be you." Wilson Fisk was a little surprised at the height of the young man in front of him.Before, he just watched from a distance without intuitive cognition, but now he can see the bulging muscles under Salomon's suit at a glance, and only feels that he is facing a ferocious beast.

"Wilson Fisk."

"Salomon Damonette. Although I don't understand abstract art very well, I still think Vanessa is a talented painter." Salomon just smiled.Wilson Fisk's childish handshake was no match for him at all, and fortunately Wilson Fisk only went so far, otherwise he would have crushed the guy's hand bones here.

"Have you ever practiced boxing?" Since Vanessa was not around, Wilson Fisk was the first to provoke a topic full of gunpowder.

Salomon returned a bloody smile. "Unlimited fighting, life and death at your own risk," he said, "but I prefer another sport."

"what?"

"Shoot." As soon as the words fell, a bullet pierced through the glass, grazed Wilson Fisk's scalp, and firmly nailed it to the wall.Wilson Fisk subconsciously bent over and retreated to a safe corner, but the mystic stood there very calmly.Wilson Fisk immediately put on a fighting stance to face the mystic, and his brain sorted out the situation in an instant.Salomon was shrouded in white moonlight, and the broken glass on the ground was like stars.

"Minimum 1000 meters."

"What exactly do you want?" Wilson Fisk calmed down.The bullet just now was not far from Salomon's head. If Salomon was telling the truth, the person who carried out the 1000 meters sniper attack must be a sharpshooter.He asked himself, if he put him in Salomon's place, even if he trusted the sharpshooter, he would not let the other party have a chance to put his head in his mind, not to mention that the accidental factor of such a thing as a sniper is very large. Seeing himself shooting would be suicide.

This man is a fucking lunatic!

"It's just a warning, Wilson Fisk. When you ordered your subordinates to investigate me and my adoptive mother before the banquet, I was notified immediately." Salomon's voice was almost louder than the crisp sound of glass falling on the ground. Light, "Don't try to use the children in the orphanage as chips. This time it's because of the friendship between my adoptive mother and Vanessa, but it won't be so next time."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)