Marvel's Great Old Ones

Kingpin's original headquarters building in Queens, New York.

"Narcissa, look away. Mr. Wilson wouldn't want to see you sad. I know that we are also very sad about Mr. Wilson's sudden death, but we can't keep living in the past and must face the future."

"But - but how could it be so sudden, without any precaution, he just left suddenly, leaving me alone."

Listening to the grief-stricken cry of the woman on the other side of the phone, Fammermus rubbed his eyebrows.

Because he didn't get enough rest and had to face a woman's cries, he now only felt a tingling sensation in his brain.

The woman on the other side of the phone is called Narcissa, and she can be regarded as Mr. Kingpin's... lover.

To be honest, Farmermus was extremely surprised when he learned that Kingpin had fallen in love with a woman and decided to pursue her. It turns out that even a ferocious tiger like Kingpin would lower his head to smell the roses.

He had always thought that monsters like Kingpin only had room for profit and becoming stronger, and that women were nothing more than objects to them.

It was unimaginable that such a cruel and cold-blooded person would make such a big change for a woman. Jin Bin even deceived the woman by saying that he had opened a company engaged in trade and transportation.

You must know that in front of Jin Bin's men, he will always look cold, arrogant, powerful, and wise. These are always the demeanor displayed by a leader.

That woman was like a delicate doll to Kingpin. He suspected that as long as Kingpin clenched his fist, the woman would fall to the ground.

But the two people with such a big gap still came together until Jin Bin's sudden death.

In the entire company, there are not many people who know the specific circumstances of Kingpin's death, but there are definitely many.

He did not choose to tell Narcissa the truth. After all, Wilson would not want that woman to get involved in the mafia's conspiracy and fighting.

The police did not find Mr. Kingpin's body at the scene, but only found Mr. Kingpin's blood splattered on the wall.

What he told Narcissa was that Mr. Wilson was on a helicopter from New York to Los Angeles to handle some matters.

During the flight, the helicopter suddenly malfunctioned and crashed into the sea, taking the pilot and secretary with him. All three people were dead.

The funeral of Kingpin, the king of the New York underworld, was very simple and the scene was small, even crude.

Just on an ordinary rainy day, a few guys pretending to be relatives and friends accompanied Narcissa to the public cemetery in New York.

During this time, Farmmus was busy dealing with his men and the chaotic situation in New York, while also dealing with Narcissa's inquiries and cries.

After busy comforting him for a long time, Fammermus lay on his desk like a dog from exhaustion.

Bang Bang Bang!

There was a knock on the door, and the voice of the guard outside came.

"Boss, the meeting is about to start. All the heads of departments below are here."

"Okay, I got it, let's get ready to start the meeting." Fammus cheered up. The situation was different now. He could only fight with those jackals, otherwise he would die.

After walking through the building and being surrounded by guards, Fammermus looked at the noisy subordinates in the conference room, with veins popping out on his forehead.

These damn guys have been going on for more than a month. They don't care about the following things every day, and they just think about how to take advantage of this turmoil.

"Ahem," Fammus suppressed his throat and coughed a few times.

However, the group of men in the conference room, whose average age was in their fifties, were arguing loudly with red faces and did not even care to look elsewhere.

Being in a closed space, they couldn't hear anything coming from outside the conference room, let alone a cough.

A few sharp-eyed leaders facing the door saw Fammermus standing at the door, and they pulled the accomplices next to them to calm down.

On the opposite side, the leader with his back to the door of the conference room became more arrogant when he saw that the other party had stopped. He roared and cursed loudly, as if he wanted to tear his throat out.

The conference room was noisy, filled with cordial greetings to the other party's family.

They creatively and skillfully used a series of exaggerated rhetorical techniques such as Fake and Schett, hoping that the other party would be burped and cold due to cerebral hemorrhage in the next second.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Fammermus coughed hard again, and suddenly felt pain in his throat.

Those guys finally understood something from the sudden silence, and turned around slowly and stiffly.

This guy is the fucking boss, I said I can only be an assistant. Looking at the group of idiots, Fammermus cursed those old guys who pushed him to the boss position in his heart.

He still remembers that it was a bright afternoon. After finishing his work, he sat in the office and lamented the ant-like life of the people below.

He doesn't care whether Kingpin dies or not. What he cares about is whether his own interests will be damaged. Then what?

As soon as these guys entered the door, they handed over the matter of burying Jin Bin to him, and then there was a symbolic vote, a symbolic election, and he became the boss in a daze.

To this day, he still remembers the shocked looks on the faces of the guys he competed with.

In order to ensure that their own interests would not be jeopardized by the change of leader, these old guys forced him into this position.

You must know that this location is a big fire pit, and Jin Bin died in it without any explanation.

Those guys didn't want to be the one who stood out, and they didn't want to spit out the benefits, so they could only support him, a weakling with no foundation.

After all, he is not Kingpin, who can rise from the bottom with a pair of iron fists and a naturally wise mind.

He was able to take over part of Jin Bin's power by relying on the support of Jin Bin's original veterans.

Now that Kingpin is dead, his original power has naturally suffered a huge blow. The forces that once oppressed New York State were suddenly lost and divided.

Not to mention that Kingpin's power in New York has shrunk significantly, his strongholds in several nearby cities have all been divided, and he also plans to march into New York.

Famumusi can only rely on the cooperative relationship with the Hand and the Association to support the current situation.

These idiots are not here discussing how to take down those hostile forces. They are still fighting here. There may be many moles inside.

When those guys saw the rightful master coming, regardless of whether they were respectful or not, they still had to act like it, and they all showed kind expressions.

Ignoring those false greetings, he walked up to the main seat of the conference room with a stern look on his face and tapped his white knuckles on the table a few times.

"sit."

The few old guys who started looking around looked around and took the lead to sit down. After all, they were the boss, so they still had to show some respect.

Faced with this obviously overreaching situation, Famumusi didn't say anything and those old guys put him on the fire.

"First of all, welcome..., we want to..., the final destination is..."

Fammermus chatted casually for a while, and seeing that the atmosphere was about the same, he finally got to the point.

"This meeting is mainly to inform everyone of one thing. I hope that no matter what the reason is, all kinds of disputes will stop for a while, and you can gather your manpower and funds."

"Gathering funds? What are you doing? Do you have any big plans to implement?" An old white man with half white hair sitting at the front on the right asked nonchalantly as he touched his fat belly.

With the old white man taking the lead in questioning, the rest of the group also began to discuss loudly and bustlingly.

"The situation in New York is not stable now. How can we mobilize funds? What if we are wiped out by everyone?"

"The funds have been raised, so what do the brothers below have to eat? The situation is not quite right now."

Those people were talking incessantly and excitedly, and they didn't even care about Famumus, whose face above them was getting more and more ugly.

This kind of questioning situation would never have happened when Kingpin was in power. He was the real emperor. These guys were just servants, not even followers. How could they dare to say anything more.

"It's about a big plan that Boss Jinbin is implementing right now. I can't say much about the specifics, but it requires a lot of capital reserves."

Fammermus did not sit down, but just stood there, bending over the desk and looking at the expressions of the people below.

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