Super God Marvel

Under the New York night, the lights are bright and the whole city is illuminated as if it were daytime.

In an office on the top floor of a hundred-story building, a sturdy white man with a body twice as wide as an average person was quietly leaning back on a chair, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was closing his eyes in meditation.

"Bang bang" "Bang bang"

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and he suddenly opened his eyes. The eyes of the strong white man were sinister, and there seemed to be lightning flashing in his eyes.

"Come in."

He shouted softly at the door, and with the sound of the door opening, a man in a black suit quickly walked to the desk.

"Mr. Fisk, there is a gentleman named Randy Houston who wants to see you."

Before he finished speaking, the man quickly added: "You have accepted his appointment a few days ago."

"Randy Houston"

Fisk frowned imperceptibly, paused for a moment, then raised his eyes to the man in the suit and said, "Invite him in."

"Okay." The man in the suit nodded, turned around and left.

Within a few minutes, the closed door of the office was pushed open again, and the man in a suit was seen reaching out his hand to signal the person next to him to enter.

When he heard the door open, Fisk looked towards it and saw a slender young man in a tuxedo and a top hat walking slowly in.

After the man entered the door, he did not look at Fisk, but went straight to the sofa nearby and sat down.

It wasn't until he sat down that his voice slowly sounded.

"Hello Mr. Fisk."

The man in the tuxedo raised the brim of his hat, revealing a pair of bright eyes staring at Fisk, and said with a smile: "This is the first time we meet, let me introduce myself. My name is Randy Houston, and I am here to discuss a business deal with you."

"Business"

Fisk's eyes were slightly focused, he met the man's gaze, frowned slightly and asked: "I don't think you are here to discuss business, but to give me a showdown. A real business partner will not invade my company at will." tampered with information in the internal network and kidnapped my subordinates. And”

Just as he was speaking, Fisk suddenly stood up, picked up a cane beside the table, walked slowly towards Randy, and said coldly: "This is still when I don't know your identity at all."

"The underground emperor of New York, Mr. Fisk, known as Kingpin, because you are so busy, I can't find a chance to meet you, so"

Randy smiled faintly and said helplessly: "That's why I came up with this strategy to attract your attention. But I don't think you care about these details, Mr. Fisk. Your men will come back safe and sound tonight." .”

"As for my identity"

As he spoke, Randy also stood up, looked into Fisk's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I think Mr. Fisk, you must have heard of the name Blackadder."

"Blackadder"

As soon as he heard the name, Fisk's expression quickly turned cold. He stared at Randy with his sinister eyes and asked in a deep voice: "You are Black Jazz."

"That's right." Randy smiled and nodded.

"Why did you come to me?"

Leaning on his cane, Fisk tilted his body slightly to one side and continued to ask: "It can't be just to negotiate a business deal with me, right?"

“It’s really just business.”

Randy smiled and said, "It's just not an ordinary business."

"Because of the instructions from the leader, I came here to meet with you, Mr. Fisk, on behalf of the Garden of Eden, in order to show you one of our latest products.

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As he was talking, Randy suddenly put his hand into his pocket, took out a dark red potion, and waved it in front of Fisk.

"Crazy blood potion, this is the latest biotechnology product of our organization"

Before Randy could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Fisk, "Actually, there is no need for you to tell me anything, because I was not prepared to discuss business with you from the beginning."

"For an organization that doesn't know its roots, no matter how greedy a businessman is, I'm afraid they won't accept your deal. Moreover."

Fisk's voice suddenly rose a bit, "You came here alone tonight, aren't you prepared to not be able to go back?"

"I believe Mr. Fisk would never do anything so unwise, and frankly speaking"

Randy chuckled, shook his head, and said, "I'm afraid you don't have the ability to force me to stay."

"Humph"

Fisk snorted lightly, his eyes becoming even more sinister and cold.

"Businesses can never be concluded in one go. Moreover, when I come here this time, I don't expect to be able to directly negotiate this deal with you in one go. It's just..."

But Randy was unmoved. He stretched out his hand to hold the back of his tuxedo, put the crimson potion in his hand on the table, then turned and walked out the door. But when he was about to go out, he suddenly paused. Finally, he said: "I believe Mr. Fisk will be interested in trading with us after seeing the efficacy of that potion."

As soon as he finished speaking, Randy opened the door and walked out.

In the office, Fisk stared closely at the dark red potion that looked like blood on the table and frowned slightly.

At the Hell's Kitchen subway station, three black men in black T-shirts covered a white woman's mouth and dragged her to a dark corner.

"uh"

The woman's eyes were full of panic and fear, and her hands kept slapping and scratching the black man next to her. However, no matter how hard she cried, her voice was always suppressed by that generous palm, and no sound could be heard. .

Just as the three black men dragged the woman to a dark corner, and five or six hands tore the woman's clothes randomly, a black shadow suddenly appeared quietly behind them.

"嘭嘭" "“ "

After the black shadow pulled out two short sticks from his side, he quickly stepped forward and moved his hands together. The two short sticks simultaneously hit the backs of the heads of the black men on both sides who were tearing the women's clothes frantically.

"Uh-huh" "Plop"

Before the cry of pain could be heard, the two fell to the ground with a plop.

"you"

At this moment, the black man who covered the woman's mouth suddenly noticed the black shadow in front of him, but just when he was about to shout, the stick suddenly hit him on the head.

"Are you okay?" It was only then that the slightly gentle voice of the black shadow reached the ears of the only sober woman.

"what are you doing"

Hearing the sound, the woman reached out and grabbed the rag to cover her chest. At the same time, she propped herself up on her feet and slid back a distance in an unusual panic.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm."

While the black shadow was speaking, he bent over and stretched out a hand towards the woman.

It was only then that the panicked white woman noticed the black men lying on the ground beside her.

"you"

"Clap"

The woman was about to speak, but just as her voice rang out, a burst of clapping suddenly reached her and the shadow man's ears.

"Who"