American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

Be determined, perseverant, and never give up.

It was these qualities that Wilson Fisk identified most with James Wesley, his friend and loyal henchman, because he was one himself.

What has already happened is just a question.

It is nothing more than a test of life and death.

If you answer correctly, you will live; if you choose the wrong answer, you will die.

Instead of blaming everyone and meaninglessly complaining about the difficulty of the questions, it is better to concentrate on finding the correct answer and fight for a chance of survival.

"We have to make a choice."

Wilson Fisk was silent for a long time, and then slowly said to James Wesley. Although his voice was still calm and resolute, the end of it contained a tremor that he tried hard to restrain, but could not completely restrain.

It's not fear, but anger, extreme fury. The whole person is like a volcano on the verge of erupting, just maintaining the final calm before the natural disaster.

"Sir, you mean... us?" James Wesley's voice was also a little uneasy, and he was obviously trying his best to restrain the negative emotions in his heart. It was just a guess, but he couldn't say it out.

"Yes, stop, stop all cooperation, withdraw our resources, we... stop temporarily." Wilson Fisk's momentum was like a volcano about to erupt, but his voice was as bone-chilling as the polar cold wind.

"I... understand, I will make corresponding arrangements... Well, we should do this... and this..."

"Arrange as soon as possible, fast enough to make certain trade-offs."

"I understand. It's just that in terms of funds, we can't do without Leland's assistance, as well as Xin and Mrs. Gao... What should we say?"

"I will talk to them separately, and you can do what you can as soon as possible."

"Okay, Sir, and..."

The two discussed in detail for a long time before Wilson Fisk hung up the call.

Wilson Fisk took back his cell phone, reached for the cigar on the ashtray, tapped the ashtray gently to knock off the ashes, put the cigarette holder back into his mouth, and blew lightly to blow away the smoke inside the cigar. He picked up the cigar cutter next to the ashtray, trimmed the extinguished cigarette butt, then struck a long match specially designed for cigars, lit the cigar while smoking, puffed out a puff of smoke, blew out the match, and threw in the ashes. cylinder.

Everything seemed to be the same as usual, as if the call just now was not about Wilson Fisk preparing to cut off his wrists and cut his flesh to stop losses, but just chatting with a friend.

However, in the next moment, Wilson Fisk suddenly grabbed the long solid wood coffee table, and then he stood up. He exerted all his strength. His huge body actually had no trace of excess fat. His muscles were bulging, and his figure actually swelled half a circle. , causing the cuffs and chest buttons of the well-fitting shirt to fall apart, it looked so horrifying!

Wilson Fisk grabbed the solid wood coffee table and lifted it off the ground with all four legs tilted. The things on the coffee table were immediately scattered all over the floor!

"ah!!!"

The color of Wilson Fisk's face finally changed, like an enraged ferocious beast, with a menacing glare in his eyes, as if all the anger, all the unwillingness, and all the depression in his heart were going to be released with this sound. It seemed to be vented out in a deafening explosive roar.

Wilson Fisk encouraged his hands, and with his big hands like cattail leaf fans, he pinched the coffee table into cracks. The long coffee table, which was difficult for the two young men to carry, was actually thrown away by this beast-like man with one hand!

As soon as he raised his hand, the coffee table seemed to be thrown by a trebuchet. It then circled in the air and drew a parabola. With a loud "Boom!", it hit the opposite wall, causing the wall to collapse. Cracks were created after the collision, and the glass picture frame hanging on the wall fell off and shattered into pieces.

It was a mess in an instant.

Wilson gives the impression to outsiders that he is mysterious and powerful, and the impression he gives to his subordinates is that of a hero's magnanimity and domineering. In front of others, he will always appear as that wise, calm, and extraordinary hero.

This is something that even James Wesley, Wilson Fisk's confidant and best confidant, has never seen. He, the leader, has such a situation where he loses control of his emotions and even goes into a rage.

However, Wilson Fisk did not continue to get angry. He just took a few deep breaths and calmed down. He took out his mobile phone from his suit vest again and dialed a number. After the call was connected, he said calmly: "Leland, it's me."

Wilson Fisk managed to calm down his emotions very well in this very short period of time, and his voice was calm and calm, making it completely inaudible that this voice had just let out a furious roar that wanted to choose and devour others.

"Hey, old friend, I'm waiting for your call. We need to have a good talk..." Leland, an old talker, still has such a cynical voice, but if you listen carefully, you can hear a trace of it. The dignified smell, and the tone of speaking to Wilson Fisk actually carried a hint of intimacy, as if the two had a good personal relationship.

If the five forces form an alliance, and the strongest one has a good personal relationship with the one who manages the accounts, he would have tricked another of them and guarded against the other two. If you think about this carefully, it would be very interesting.

"Well, I think you should have heard about it..." Wilson Fisk's tone also slowed down a bit, not like the tacit understanding he had with James Wesley, but it also confirmed the relationship between the two. There is indeed an unknown relationship between Brother Maozi, Xin and Mrs. Gao.

Wilson Fisk held a cigar in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. He kept discussing something with Leland. He slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the night view of Manhattan, regaining his extraordinary heroic aura.

Speaking of which, Wilson Fisk is also miserable. Of course, compared with the ordinary people who are oppressed by dynamic social groups like them, even the man who shot ten thousand dollars worth of bullets is not too much. To say that this guy is miserable is not the same as not. Aaron's variable, compared to Wilson Fiske's normal trajectory.

That Wilson Fisk probably took advantage of Mrs. Gao's coming to New York to strengthen himself and rise rapidly, laying a solid foundation for becoming the absolute overlord of New York's underground forces in the future.

Of course, Mrs. Gao only came to New York to expand the power of the Hand and to cause trouble in New York in the future, and there was no reason for Aron.

As a result, Wilson Fisk not only encountered a variable, but this variable was the most unreasonable existence called a time traveler that ruined the plot. Even if a problem was discovered, he still dealt with it according to established common sense and thinking patterns, but nothing happened. Very sad.

As mentioned before, Wilson Fisk wants to be the boss behind the ring, but unfortunately the boxers don't play their cards according to common sense. They are not here to box at all, but to rob. What is the best way to do business? A group of brothers raided the boxing ring, and then called the police, claiming that black boxing was illegal here. How the hell can they be rationalized?