Chapter 150 Ineffective Conquest and Acquittal
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
As the former master of Hell's Kitchen, Wilson Fisk is no fool.
Instead, he is smart.
He was so smart that he could deduce Dax's growth trajectory based on a bunch of treatment records.
After Fisk's deduction, he knew this person.
A problem child who started killing people at a young age.
There is a child with some kind of mental illness.
"Mental illness." The image of Dax receiving treatment seemed to unfold before his eyes.
The female doctor followed the instructions and taught a murderer who killed the coach.
"Yes, you can control it better this way."
Fisk muttered to himself and continued checking.
He saw Dax's hatred for the therapist's impending death, and he saw that the child was alone, with no one around him who could guide him.
Fisk looked at it as if he were looking at the child.
He also saw the adult Dax start working at a suicide prevention center, counseling those who were suicidal.
There were so many times when he wanted to make those who asked for help take up arms and shoot those who caused him pain.
But he held back.
Fisk looked at the woman walking over. She just touched Dax's shoulder lightly, making the big boy smile and take his work seriously.
But women only regard all this as mutual encouragement between ordinary colleagues.
Fisk followed the woman away with his eyes, then looked down at Dax.
That woman, Fisk looked at the photos on his phone.
In the photo, Dax is in the square, looking at the woman lovingly.
It was like a mime, and Fisk had basically figured out everything about the FBI agent.
A smile appeared on his lips, "You have your tools, and I have mine."
He braced himself to take Dax into his pocket.
In this era where heroes emerge in large numbers, the birth of a villain can let people see the good of the past.
Fisk stood at the window of the hotel and saw that few of the protestors were there.
People are like this, they have 3 minutes of enthusiasm, and once the time has passed, they will quickly lose interest.
They pay more attention to superheroes than to an underground power boss.
Tony Stark dismantled the terrifying 'Ten Rings', and the United States, the beacon of the world, once again demonstrated its power as the number one power.
Ignorance will always occupy the majority.
There are very few smart people.
Fisk is ambitious and knows what he wants.
He knew this when he was a child, after he beat his father to death with a hammer one after another.
He wants New York, he wants this city.
Once he was exonerated, his next step was to campaign.
Become the leader of this city, change this city, make this city your own.
The light seems to be at your feet, Fisk just needs to take this step forward.
The judge has been bribed, and Desmond Dayin is helping him.
It was a huge force and had a huge influence in the government.
Just one step.
There was ambition hidden in Fisk's eyes.
He picked out his favorite white suit from the closet.
His seemingly bloated body possesses great strength.
His eyes glanced at a syringe in the cabinet. He smiled contemptuously and wanted to pass it. After a pause, he picked it up and put it in his pocket.
As the sky darkened, Fisk walked out of the room.
Dax came in just in time with a dinner tray.
As a protected criminal, Fisk's food also had to be delivered personally by the FBI.
This is a job that comes in turns.
According to Fisker's calculations, Dax happened to be here today.
He straightened his clothes, walked out, and sat at the table in a dignified manner.
Dax glanced at him and said with a sinister look in his eyes: "Don't think I don't know what you are doing, I am always watching you!"
This expression was exactly what Fisk wanted to see.
It was also at this time that Fisk could be sure that this person was exactly the person he wanted.
Fisk looked at Dax quietly, his expression seemed sad and guilty.
He's a great actor and coming out of Hell's Kitchen, he's probably the best actor in Hollywood.
"I... smashed my father's head open with a hammer," Fisk said, paying attention to Dax's expression. He wanted to use a childhood killing experience to bring the two of them closer, "I was 12 years old. "
"Actually, I am very young and have no experience at all." Fisk said to himself, "I have never danced with a girl before and I go to bed before twelve o'clock."
“I’ve never been out of the city, or even taken the subway by myself.”
He seems like a child with low self-esteem.
Dax looked at Fisk with a hint of doubt and scrutiny in his eyes.
I don’t understand why Fisk is saying this to himself.
But as an FBI, Dax is undoubtedly excellent.
He remained calm and began to listen.
It looked like he was touched.
Listening to Fisk talk about how he killed his father.
"When I was 12 years old, I stood next to my father's body and watched helplessly as he was killed by me."
He looked into Dax's eyes and stood up from his seat so that he was eye level with Dax.
"That feeling, that moment, I felt," Fisk said, recalling himself, "that this is something you know."
Dax's pupils constricted.
When Fisk saw this scene, he knew that he was right.
The person in front of me is a born villain.
What he is most suitable for is not to become an FBI, but to become a handy tool.
"You were taught to hide the truth, and you made yourself look like the world could tolerate it." Fisk pressed harder, "A soldier who has completed his patriotic mission, a blocker for the FBI."
"A considerate companion to a kind young lady," he said, too absorbed in his words to even notice the strange look on Dax's face for a moment.
Young lady?
Could it be Julie?
Little does Fisk know, but now Julie is no longer Dax’s North Star.
The feelings I once had for Julie had already begun to disappear with the day I lost everything.
His dependence on Julie was just a desire to find someone to guide him and to restrain his heart.
That is not love.
This is what he learned later.
hide yourself?
Dax, who suppressed himself, has disappeared, and now he is transformed into a night ghost.
While killing, he accepted the words of praise.
He has the sun as his guide.
How can you get lost in the direction?
Perhaps these words were useful to Dax in the past, but now that there are new guidelines, how could Dax be touched.
It's just an ineffective conquest.
Fisk over there is still talking to himself.
"She will never understand you." Fisk wants Dax to understand that people like him can only hold on to the self in front of him, "This society will not understand you either."
"It punishes people like you..." Fisk looked deeply into Dax's eyes and said sincerely, "people like us."
We are the same kind.
This is what Fisker wants to express.
Dax understood. He looked deeply at Fisk and glanced at the food on the table.
Dax hooked his fingers on the raised edge of the tray and slowly pulled it to the edge, letting all the food fall to the floor.
He turned around and left. It was really unlucky to hear a fool move him there.
Fisk clasped his hands behind his back and stared deeply. He felt stable.
Julie returns home after meeting Dax.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw the decoration workers laying plastic film there.
"You are……"
"call out."
The pistol with a silencer was mounted and the trigger was pulled.
Julie died at home.
Workers wrapped people in plastic wrap and moved them away like objects.
No one even knew a murder had occurred here.
And all this was arranged by Fisker.
He stared at the message from his men on his phone, the lawyer came over.
The cameras turned off and Fisk made a phone call.
"Leland, let's get started."
Leland was his man, an old accountant who also came with a lot of power.
He was the No. [-] person besides him and Wesley, and worked with the lawyers to manage Fisk's transferred assets.
Leland received the call, and he immediately arranged for Fisk's newspaper office to be fully operational.
"Bad guy or wronged?"Wilson Fisk’s final verdict! 》
This is Fisker's purpose, to turn this attention into his own political capital.
He wants to turn everything around and get everything back.
Do not!
He's going to get more!
After the white-haired Leland finished everything, he put down his mobile phone with a look of struggle on his face.
From the bottom of the drawer, he took out his push-button phone.
After hesitating for a moment, he dialed the only number recorded on it.
When the call was connected, he said succinctly: "He started."
There was no reply. Leland hesitated for a while and asked cautiously: "You promise I'll be fine, right?"
This time there was finally a response.
"Ah."
One word made Leland feel relieved.
He hung up the phone and sat in his seat for two hours.
In the past two hours, the newspapers had started operating under his instructions, printing articles that had been prepared long ago.
After doing all this, he took out all his cash from the safe and put it into the bowling bag.
With old arms and legs, he walked out the door with his things.
The driver, who was already waiting for the car, opened the door and let him in.
This car leads to the airport.
Under the gaze of the driver, Leland didn't say a word and got on the plane flying to Sicily.
Looking at the prosperity gradually fading away, Leland could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The flight attendant came over, wearing a silk scarf around his neck, and asked with a smile: "How can I help you?"
"Champagne is the best," Leland said.
一
Finally the day came that everyone was watching.
in the afternoon.
Fisk was personally escorted by the FBI to the court for sentencing.
Crowds and reporters gathered in front of the court, holding signs and loudly protesting Fisk.
Fisk turned a deaf ear. He looked at Dax, who did not appear here, and asked the FBI he had bribed: "Where has he gone?"
"Dax? I don't know, he's on leave."
"Hey!" Lei pointed at the detective and said angrily, "You don't have to explain to a criminal!"
The detective apologized profusely, but actually didn't take it seriously.
Lei was also a little more irritated. Something happened at home, but he had to protect a criminal here.
Conscientious as he was, he didn't think Fisk would be acquitted.
But he doesn't know that not everyone is as upright as him.
The judge is also a human being, and he also has weaknesses.
The jury with the judge is a group of innocent and weak people.
They have no opportunity, nor the ability, to say no to something.
When Fisk walked inside.
Fisk's eyes swept across the jury one by one, and those he saw lowered their heads.
The lawyer was spitting and talking impassionedly about his employer and how he was a man who fought to make the world a better place.
It's some villains, those underground forces are intricately connected, and they want to destroy this person.
The lawyer said: "That man's family is the biggest cancer in the world. Wilson Fisk went against him and became a victim of this battle!"
The judge knocked the hammer, signaled silence, and asked: "Who is the person you are talking about?"
"He has countless wealth and is the largest mafia. He uses harm as a trade and circulates around the world."
"he is……"
The lawyer looked around and said the name aloud.
"John Wick!"
The sound fell.
The whole court was quiet.
Lawyer Shi Shiran sat down.
Lei felt uneasy for no reason, and he glanced at his watch.
He didn't know why Dax took the day off today.
But the judge's attitude today and the jury's silence made him uneasy.
"After the jury unanimously concluded, this judge hereby declares," the judge looked at Fisk, "Wilson Fisk is not guilty of the previous charges!"
"Acquitted!"
The gavel fell, and Lei's eyes widened, unable to believe this decision.
Fisk, on the other hand, smiled.
Everything started to turn around.
...
Instead, he is smart.
He was so smart that he could deduce Dax's growth trajectory based on a bunch of treatment records.
After Fisk's deduction, he knew this person.
A problem child who started killing people at a young age.
There is a child with some kind of mental illness.
"Mental illness." The image of Dax receiving treatment seemed to unfold before his eyes.
The female doctor followed the instructions and taught a murderer who killed the coach.
"Yes, you can control it better this way."
Fisk muttered to himself and continued checking.
He saw Dax's hatred for the therapist's impending death, and he saw that the child was alone, with no one around him who could guide him.
Fisk looked at it as if he were looking at the child.
He also saw the adult Dax start working at a suicide prevention center, counseling those who were suicidal.
There were so many times when he wanted to make those who asked for help take up arms and shoot those who caused him pain.
But he held back.
Fisk looked at the woman walking over. She just touched Dax's shoulder lightly, making the big boy smile and take his work seriously.
But women only regard all this as mutual encouragement between ordinary colleagues.
Fisk followed the woman away with his eyes, then looked down at Dax.
That woman, Fisk looked at the photos on his phone.
In the photo, Dax is in the square, looking at the woman lovingly.
It was like a mime, and Fisk had basically figured out everything about the FBI agent.
A smile appeared on his lips, "You have your tools, and I have mine."
He braced himself to take Dax into his pocket.
In this era where heroes emerge in large numbers, the birth of a villain can let people see the good of the past.
Fisk stood at the window of the hotel and saw that few of the protestors were there.
People are like this, they have 3 minutes of enthusiasm, and once the time has passed, they will quickly lose interest.
They pay more attention to superheroes than to an underground power boss.
Tony Stark dismantled the terrifying 'Ten Rings', and the United States, the beacon of the world, once again demonstrated its power as the number one power.
Ignorance will always occupy the majority.
There are very few smart people.
Fisk is ambitious and knows what he wants.
He knew this when he was a child, after he beat his father to death with a hammer one after another.
He wants New York, he wants this city.
Once he was exonerated, his next step was to campaign.
Become the leader of this city, change this city, make this city your own.
The light seems to be at your feet, Fisk just needs to take this step forward.
The judge has been bribed, and Desmond Dayin is helping him.
It was a huge force and had a huge influence in the government.
Just one step.
There was ambition hidden in Fisk's eyes.
He picked out his favorite white suit from the closet.
His seemingly bloated body possesses great strength.
His eyes glanced at a syringe in the cabinet. He smiled contemptuously and wanted to pass it. After a pause, he picked it up and put it in his pocket.
As the sky darkened, Fisk walked out of the room.
Dax came in just in time with a dinner tray.
As a protected criminal, Fisk's food also had to be delivered personally by the FBI.
This is a job that comes in turns.
According to Fisker's calculations, Dax happened to be here today.
He straightened his clothes, walked out, and sat at the table in a dignified manner.
Dax glanced at him and said with a sinister look in his eyes: "Don't think I don't know what you are doing, I am always watching you!"
This expression was exactly what Fisk wanted to see.
It was also at this time that Fisk could be sure that this person was exactly the person he wanted.
Fisk looked at Dax quietly, his expression seemed sad and guilty.
He's a great actor and coming out of Hell's Kitchen, he's probably the best actor in Hollywood.
"I... smashed my father's head open with a hammer," Fisk said, paying attention to Dax's expression. He wanted to use a childhood killing experience to bring the two of them closer, "I was 12 years old. "
"Actually, I am very young and have no experience at all." Fisk said to himself, "I have never danced with a girl before and I go to bed before twelve o'clock."
“I’ve never been out of the city, or even taken the subway by myself.”
He seems like a child with low self-esteem.
Dax looked at Fisk with a hint of doubt and scrutiny in his eyes.
I don’t understand why Fisk is saying this to himself.
But as an FBI, Dax is undoubtedly excellent.
He remained calm and began to listen.
It looked like he was touched.
Listening to Fisk talk about how he killed his father.
"When I was 12 years old, I stood next to my father's body and watched helplessly as he was killed by me."
He looked into Dax's eyes and stood up from his seat so that he was eye level with Dax.
"That feeling, that moment, I felt," Fisk said, recalling himself, "that this is something you know."
Dax's pupils constricted.
When Fisk saw this scene, he knew that he was right.
The person in front of me is a born villain.
What he is most suitable for is not to become an FBI, but to become a handy tool.
"You were taught to hide the truth, and you made yourself look like the world could tolerate it." Fisk pressed harder, "A soldier who has completed his patriotic mission, a blocker for the FBI."
"A considerate companion to a kind young lady," he said, too absorbed in his words to even notice the strange look on Dax's face for a moment.
Young lady?
Could it be Julie?
Little does Fisk know, but now Julie is no longer Dax’s North Star.
The feelings I once had for Julie had already begun to disappear with the day I lost everything.
His dependence on Julie was just a desire to find someone to guide him and to restrain his heart.
That is not love.
This is what he learned later.
hide yourself?
Dax, who suppressed himself, has disappeared, and now he is transformed into a night ghost.
While killing, he accepted the words of praise.
He has the sun as his guide.
How can you get lost in the direction?
Perhaps these words were useful to Dax in the past, but now that there are new guidelines, how could Dax be touched.
It's just an ineffective conquest.
Fisk over there is still talking to himself.
"She will never understand you." Fisk wants Dax to understand that people like him can only hold on to the self in front of him, "This society will not understand you either."
"It punishes people like you..." Fisk looked deeply into Dax's eyes and said sincerely, "people like us."
We are the same kind.
This is what Fisker wants to express.
Dax understood. He looked deeply at Fisk and glanced at the food on the table.
Dax hooked his fingers on the raised edge of the tray and slowly pulled it to the edge, letting all the food fall to the floor.
He turned around and left. It was really unlucky to hear a fool move him there.
Fisk clasped his hands behind his back and stared deeply. He felt stable.
Julie returns home after meeting Dax.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw the decoration workers laying plastic film there.
"You are……"
"call out."
The pistol with a silencer was mounted and the trigger was pulled.
Julie died at home.
Workers wrapped people in plastic wrap and moved them away like objects.
No one even knew a murder had occurred here.
And all this was arranged by Fisker.
He stared at the message from his men on his phone, the lawyer came over.
The cameras turned off and Fisk made a phone call.
"Leland, let's get started."
Leland was his man, an old accountant who also came with a lot of power.
He was the No. [-] person besides him and Wesley, and worked with the lawyers to manage Fisk's transferred assets.
Leland received the call, and he immediately arranged for Fisk's newspaper office to be fully operational.
"Bad guy or wronged?"Wilson Fisk’s final verdict! 》
This is Fisker's purpose, to turn this attention into his own political capital.
He wants to turn everything around and get everything back.
Do not!
He's going to get more!
After the white-haired Leland finished everything, he put down his mobile phone with a look of struggle on his face.
From the bottom of the drawer, he took out his push-button phone.
After hesitating for a moment, he dialed the only number recorded on it.
When the call was connected, he said succinctly: "He started."
There was no reply. Leland hesitated for a while and asked cautiously: "You promise I'll be fine, right?"
This time there was finally a response.
"Ah."
One word made Leland feel relieved.
He hung up the phone and sat in his seat for two hours.
In the past two hours, the newspapers had started operating under his instructions, printing articles that had been prepared long ago.
After doing all this, he took out all his cash from the safe and put it into the bowling bag.
With old arms and legs, he walked out the door with his things.
The driver, who was already waiting for the car, opened the door and let him in.
This car leads to the airport.
Under the gaze of the driver, Leland didn't say a word and got on the plane flying to Sicily.
Looking at the prosperity gradually fading away, Leland could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The flight attendant came over, wearing a silk scarf around his neck, and asked with a smile: "How can I help you?"
"Champagne is the best," Leland said.
一
Finally the day came that everyone was watching.
in the afternoon.
Fisk was personally escorted by the FBI to the court for sentencing.
Crowds and reporters gathered in front of the court, holding signs and loudly protesting Fisk.
Fisk turned a deaf ear. He looked at Dax, who did not appear here, and asked the FBI he had bribed: "Where has he gone?"
"Dax? I don't know, he's on leave."
"Hey!" Lei pointed at the detective and said angrily, "You don't have to explain to a criminal!"
The detective apologized profusely, but actually didn't take it seriously.
Lei was also a little more irritated. Something happened at home, but he had to protect a criminal here.
Conscientious as he was, he didn't think Fisk would be acquitted.
But he doesn't know that not everyone is as upright as him.
The judge is also a human being, and he also has weaknesses.
The jury with the judge is a group of innocent and weak people.
They have no opportunity, nor the ability, to say no to something.
When Fisk walked inside.
Fisk's eyes swept across the jury one by one, and those he saw lowered their heads.
The lawyer was spitting and talking impassionedly about his employer and how he was a man who fought to make the world a better place.
It's some villains, those underground forces are intricately connected, and they want to destroy this person.
The lawyer said: "That man's family is the biggest cancer in the world. Wilson Fisk went against him and became a victim of this battle!"
The judge knocked the hammer, signaled silence, and asked: "Who is the person you are talking about?"
"He has countless wealth and is the largest mafia. He uses harm as a trade and circulates around the world."
"he is……"
The lawyer looked around and said the name aloud.
"John Wick!"
The sound fell.
The whole court was quiet.
Lawyer Shi Shiran sat down.
Lei felt uneasy for no reason, and he glanced at his watch.
He didn't know why Dax took the day off today.
But the judge's attitude today and the jury's silence made him uneasy.
"After the jury unanimously concluded, this judge hereby declares," the judge looked at Fisk, "Wilson Fisk is not guilty of the previous charges!"
"Acquitted!"
The gavel fell, and Lei's eyes widened, unable to believe this decision.
Fisk, on the other hand, smiled.
Everything started to turn around.
...
