Chapter 151 That’s a bad guy and his death struggle
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Acquitted?
Lei couldn't control his expression, his face was full of surprise.
Fisker has done a lot of work during this time.
But Lei is not a fool. If Fisk was not involved in those things, how could he know such details.
In all likelihood, Fisker was involved in those things.
But now, the court actually acquitted Fisk?
This simply refreshed Lei's outlook on life.
He was shocked and found that his expression was out of control and he couldn't care less.
Lei wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he remembered his identity.
He looked sideways and saw his colleagues, none of them were shocked at all.
A terrible thought almost crept into Ray's mind after a short while.
"They... weren't surprised."
There was a chill in my back.
As a rising star in the FBI, why didn't Ray understand that these colleagues of his might have an unusual relationship with Fisk.
He thought about Dax again.
Dax asked for leave today, could it be that...
Lei didn't dare to think carefully. Could it be that Dax, whom he regarded as a good brother, had also become Fisk's man?
This thought was suppressed in his heart.
Dax didn't appear here, maybe because he was really sick.
If even the person he trusted the most deceived him, it would be difficult for Lei to accept it.
The news about Fisk's acquittal has not yet spread.
Reporters outside have surrounded the court.
They are all waiting for a result.
Let Fisk go back to jail instead of eating and drinking in a hotel on taxpayers' money.
Why does a criminal get such good treatment?
People are cynical, and they who abide by the law are living a hard life, while criminals who break the law can enjoy delicious food.
No matter who it is, it cannot be accepted.
In the crowd, Peggy and Fudge were also there.
Their feud with Fisk starts with United Construction.
Peggy is the last person who wants to see Fisk come out.
"Where's Matt?" Peggy asked Fudge without seeing Matt.
Fudge said helplessly: "He has something to do, and the young master of the Wick family invited him."
Peggy was impressed when she mentioned that man.
But Peggy couldn't figure out when John would need to consult Matt.
"Coming out." Fudge's voice interrupted her thoughts.
As the sky darkened in the courthouse, the two-hour court hearing came to a conclusion.
The dark-skinned lawyer Fisk stepped out.
The reporters all gathered around.
The lawyer stood still, facing the microphones handed to him one by one, and proudly announced: "From tonight onwards, justice has been served."
"The court dropped the charges against Mr. Fisk and the Department of Justice dropped the prosecution."
As soon as this remark came out, the crowd was furious.
Fudge and Peggy were no longer calm.
Such a big villain was actually acquitted.
"Send Fisk back to jail!"
Someone took the lead and shouted.
The entire protest line became noisy.
They shouted slogans about sending people back to prison.
When the crowd became noisy, Fisk, who had regained his innocence, walked out.
Step by step, he walked towards the crowd who wanted to eat him alive. In his eyes, these people would become his ladder to the supreme power.
Under the spotlight, his black suit was held up by his body.
Those microphones were pointed at him.
"I know that most of you find it difficult to accept this." He did not have the arrogance of the underground forces who controlled the situation, but put on a sad face. "That's because you have all been deceived."
The boos were loud and signs were held up denouncing Fisk.
This is also the greatest thing that an ordinary person can do.
This kind of thing is not painful for Fisker.
It doesn't even affect Fisk's acting skills.
"You were misled by the fake news from the news media and thought I was a bad person and a criminal!"
He looked around the crowd, and the boos died down.
"It's actually the opposite, because I challenge the system, because I speak the truth and try to make the city a better place."
"Those in power want to bring me down, using false accusations to bring me down!" There was anger on his face, as if he was not worthy of the masses. "The person who controls everything behind the scenes is very powerful."
"It was so powerful that I had to accept these false accusations for a period of time."
Fisk's eyes contained tears, which he never shed when he was wrongly accused.
As the crowd watched with bated breath, he spoke the name.
"John Wick!"
"That man coveted the houses in Hell's Kitchen."
"He controls the gang and attacks me!"
Fisk said angrily: "That was a cruel tyrant. He broke into the church and killed people, massacring those who were defenseless."
"The FBI's many investigations have failed because of his huge power!"
"Believe me," Fisk said with red eyes, speaking truth and justice in his hoarse voice, "John Wick is destroying this beautiful city."
"I'm here to expose his true colors!" Fix wanted to tell the truth.
When the reporter pressed the shutter button, the camera almost started to smoke.
Fisk wants to create a superior villain for the city.
A privileged billionaire.
With Tony Stark as a foil, John Wick, who is also rich, has a lot of money but will not help the Americans.
He should be a villain.
Fits people's idea of a villain.
The noise died down and everyone was reminiscing in their minds.
The man named John Wick.
In fact, this matter is not a mistake.
To be precise, Fisker was right.
The Wick family's position at the High Table controls a huge alliance of New York's underground forces.
All this is a giant compared to Fisker.
Through tonight, Fisk will be a hero against Wick.
With Desmond promising a lot of help, he was on the road to election.
Fisk wasn't worried about John's arrival.
Because he knew that John should be looking for his 'lover' at this moment.
Wesley will take care of it all for himself.
Everything has changed.
Fisk wants to start enjoying the fruits of victory and taste the sweet taste with Vanessa who is flying back to New York.
He looked up, wanting to see the emotions he had stirred up.
But the strange thing was that he saw those people looking up at something.
"what is that?"
Someone yelled, pointing to a spot next to the court.
There is a department store with a big screen.
Fisk turned his head sharply and looked there.
He saw it.
A crime.
Someone broke into the home and captured a mother and son.
The boy resisted and was put down.
Two people were caught and moved into the car.
He also saw his right-hand man, Wesley, who was calm and composed, making a call, and there was a voice that made Fisk's heart sink to the bottom.
"People have been caught."
"Bring people to Hell's Kitchen."
A simple conversation, but clearly recorded.
That was Fisk's voice.
I don’t know what kind of recorder it was, but his voice was clearly presented to everyone present.
Then, the large screen, which seemed to have been made by professionals, was very similar to the style of the Mandarin promotional video not long ago, and pictures began to appear one after another.
Some of Fisk appeared outside the hotel, and some of his lawyers threatened others without changing their expressions.
More, there are videos of the FBI accepting bribes and threats.
Each scene makes one's scalp numb.
Dazzling with flashes.
Finally, the screen freezes on a black screen.
The sound of conversation could be heard.
"Remember here?"
"We were underneath this building once."
"At that time, I will make this place mine."
"People are already hiding underground, and there is enough oxygen there."
Fisk and Wesley in a conversation yesterday.
The sound stops playing.
The screen flickered, and a line of words like a nightmare appeared.
"Games start."
Fisk stiffened and turned around slowly.
Seeing the anger in those people's eyes that could devour people.
His lawyer was no longer proud.
The faces of the FBI changed drastically. They were no longer as calm as they were in the court.
They are on pins and needles.
Lei Hou came to his senses after realizing it. His eyes widened and he immediately turned around and pulled out his gun and pointed it at Fisk.
"You're under arrest, Wilson Fisk!"
His shout finally broke the damn silence.
The hustle and bustle of quieting down is like letting go of a cage full of ducks at once, making the noise loud and clear without any excuse.
Fisk never imagined that when he thought he was in control of everything.
John taught him a new lesson.
In the face of absolute power, struggling will only make all these behaviors ridiculous.
He stared hard at Ray, not just him.
The FBI slowly reached for the gun.
They have no way out.
At this time, the screen jumps again.
"sucker Punch."
Bloody words appeared.
Fisk roared angrily and swatted away the thunder pistol not far away.
Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out.
The angry Fisk punched the man away.
FBI traitors opened fire, causing the crowd to panic.
Right at the door of this court, a criminal began to commit murder.
Lei was seriously injured. He struggled to get up, picked up his weapon again and fired.
The bullet passed through the crowd and hit a former colleague.
Lei was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that this was not the time to hesitate.
His accuracy is good, and he ranks among the top in the FBI.
The traitors opened fire, and Ray climbed quickly over the courthouse stairs, taking advantage of the height difference to shoot.
Sirens sounded, police cars appeared one after another, and they began to attack.
In a place like the entrance of the court where there is no shelter, even Fisk's strong body will not help.
Ray hit his clothes with a shot, Fisk didn't even shake, and the metal braid material was exposed in the damaged parts of the clothes.
More and more police officers showed up, and Lei became more brave.
The police showed up and shouted for those people to surrender.
Facing the overwhelming police force, the traitors finally chose to surrender.
They will face long prison terms.
Fisk's eyes flashed fiercely, he was clearly only one step away from the light, just one step!
He looked through the crowd and saw the man behind the crowd, stroking his ring with a playful smile.
It's him, it's him again!
Fisk's eyes were splitting.
John watched with interest and raised his finger to point at the screen.
Fisk was held down by the police and looked hard.
The dying font is still there.
John mouthed, "The game continues."
Fisk looked down at the syringe that had fallen out of his clothes.
He was alone.
Use all your brute strength to break free.
The moment the policeman raised his pistol, he picked up the syringe and plunged it into his arm.
At that moment, a force that did not belong to him entered the body along the blood vessels.
He growled.
The sound of police shouting for surrender became noisy.
Outside the crowd, two figures quickly passed by.
There is no time to be shocked, what comes next is...
Daredevil!
...
"The author is getting shorter and shorter?
Where is it short?
It’s been this word count for so many years, so don’t talk nonsense with your eyes open.
It’s very difficult for an author. It’s only been [-] words for so long. Where is it short?
Having this word count for so many days is driving me crazy.
(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻」
Lei couldn't control his expression, his face was full of surprise.
Fisker has done a lot of work during this time.
But Lei is not a fool. If Fisk was not involved in those things, how could he know such details.
In all likelihood, Fisker was involved in those things.
But now, the court actually acquitted Fisk?
This simply refreshed Lei's outlook on life.
He was shocked and found that his expression was out of control and he couldn't care less.
Lei wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he remembered his identity.
He looked sideways and saw his colleagues, none of them were shocked at all.
A terrible thought almost crept into Ray's mind after a short while.
"They... weren't surprised."
There was a chill in my back.
As a rising star in the FBI, why didn't Ray understand that these colleagues of his might have an unusual relationship with Fisk.
He thought about Dax again.
Dax asked for leave today, could it be that...
Lei didn't dare to think carefully. Could it be that Dax, whom he regarded as a good brother, had also become Fisk's man?
This thought was suppressed in his heart.
Dax didn't appear here, maybe because he was really sick.
If even the person he trusted the most deceived him, it would be difficult for Lei to accept it.
The news about Fisk's acquittal has not yet spread.
Reporters outside have surrounded the court.
They are all waiting for a result.
Let Fisk go back to jail instead of eating and drinking in a hotel on taxpayers' money.
Why does a criminal get such good treatment?
People are cynical, and they who abide by the law are living a hard life, while criminals who break the law can enjoy delicious food.
No matter who it is, it cannot be accepted.
In the crowd, Peggy and Fudge were also there.
Their feud with Fisk starts with United Construction.
Peggy is the last person who wants to see Fisk come out.
"Where's Matt?" Peggy asked Fudge without seeing Matt.
Fudge said helplessly: "He has something to do, and the young master of the Wick family invited him."
Peggy was impressed when she mentioned that man.
But Peggy couldn't figure out when John would need to consult Matt.
"Coming out." Fudge's voice interrupted her thoughts.
As the sky darkened in the courthouse, the two-hour court hearing came to a conclusion.
The dark-skinned lawyer Fisk stepped out.
The reporters all gathered around.
The lawyer stood still, facing the microphones handed to him one by one, and proudly announced: "From tonight onwards, justice has been served."
"The court dropped the charges against Mr. Fisk and the Department of Justice dropped the prosecution."
As soon as this remark came out, the crowd was furious.
Fudge and Peggy were no longer calm.
Such a big villain was actually acquitted.
"Send Fisk back to jail!"
Someone took the lead and shouted.
The entire protest line became noisy.
They shouted slogans about sending people back to prison.
When the crowd became noisy, Fisk, who had regained his innocence, walked out.
Step by step, he walked towards the crowd who wanted to eat him alive. In his eyes, these people would become his ladder to the supreme power.
Under the spotlight, his black suit was held up by his body.
Those microphones were pointed at him.
"I know that most of you find it difficult to accept this." He did not have the arrogance of the underground forces who controlled the situation, but put on a sad face. "That's because you have all been deceived."
The boos were loud and signs were held up denouncing Fisk.
This is also the greatest thing that an ordinary person can do.
This kind of thing is not painful for Fisker.
It doesn't even affect Fisk's acting skills.
"You were misled by the fake news from the news media and thought I was a bad person and a criminal!"
He looked around the crowd, and the boos died down.
"It's actually the opposite, because I challenge the system, because I speak the truth and try to make the city a better place."
"Those in power want to bring me down, using false accusations to bring me down!" There was anger on his face, as if he was not worthy of the masses. "The person who controls everything behind the scenes is very powerful."
"It was so powerful that I had to accept these false accusations for a period of time."
Fisk's eyes contained tears, which he never shed when he was wrongly accused.
As the crowd watched with bated breath, he spoke the name.
"John Wick!"
"That man coveted the houses in Hell's Kitchen."
"He controls the gang and attacks me!"
Fisk said angrily: "That was a cruel tyrant. He broke into the church and killed people, massacring those who were defenseless."
"The FBI's many investigations have failed because of his huge power!"
"Believe me," Fisk said with red eyes, speaking truth and justice in his hoarse voice, "John Wick is destroying this beautiful city."
"I'm here to expose his true colors!" Fix wanted to tell the truth.
When the reporter pressed the shutter button, the camera almost started to smoke.
Fisk wants to create a superior villain for the city.
A privileged billionaire.
With Tony Stark as a foil, John Wick, who is also rich, has a lot of money but will not help the Americans.
He should be a villain.
Fits people's idea of a villain.
The noise died down and everyone was reminiscing in their minds.
The man named John Wick.
In fact, this matter is not a mistake.
To be precise, Fisker was right.
The Wick family's position at the High Table controls a huge alliance of New York's underground forces.
All this is a giant compared to Fisker.
Through tonight, Fisk will be a hero against Wick.
With Desmond promising a lot of help, he was on the road to election.
Fisk wasn't worried about John's arrival.
Because he knew that John should be looking for his 'lover' at this moment.
Wesley will take care of it all for himself.
Everything has changed.
Fisk wants to start enjoying the fruits of victory and taste the sweet taste with Vanessa who is flying back to New York.
He looked up, wanting to see the emotions he had stirred up.
But the strange thing was that he saw those people looking up at something.
"what is that?"
Someone yelled, pointing to a spot next to the court.
There is a department store with a big screen.
Fisk turned his head sharply and looked there.
He saw it.
A crime.
Someone broke into the home and captured a mother and son.
The boy resisted and was put down.
Two people were caught and moved into the car.
He also saw his right-hand man, Wesley, who was calm and composed, making a call, and there was a voice that made Fisk's heart sink to the bottom.
"People have been caught."
"Bring people to Hell's Kitchen."
A simple conversation, but clearly recorded.
That was Fisk's voice.
I don’t know what kind of recorder it was, but his voice was clearly presented to everyone present.
Then, the large screen, which seemed to have been made by professionals, was very similar to the style of the Mandarin promotional video not long ago, and pictures began to appear one after another.
Some of Fisk appeared outside the hotel, and some of his lawyers threatened others without changing their expressions.
More, there are videos of the FBI accepting bribes and threats.
Each scene makes one's scalp numb.
Dazzling with flashes.
Finally, the screen freezes on a black screen.
The sound of conversation could be heard.
"Remember here?"
"We were underneath this building once."
"At that time, I will make this place mine."
"People are already hiding underground, and there is enough oxygen there."
Fisk and Wesley in a conversation yesterday.
The sound stops playing.
The screen flickered, and a line of words like a nightmare appeared.
"Games start."
Fisk stiffened and turned around slowly.
Seeing the anger in those people's eyes that could devour people.
His lawyer was no longer proud.
The faces of the FBI changed drastically. They were no longer as calm as they were in the court.
They are on pins and needles.
Lei Hou came to his senses after realizing it. His eyes widened and he immediately turned around and pulled out his gun and pointed it at Fisk.
"You're under arrest, Wilson Fisk!"
His shout finally broke the damn silence.
The hustle and bustle of quieting down is like letting go of a cage full of ducks at once, making the noise loud and clear without any excuse.
Fisk never imagined that when he thought he was in control of everything.
John taught him a new lesson.
In the face of absolute power, struggling will only make all these behaviors ridiculous.
He stared hard at Ray, not just him.
The FBI slowly reached for the gun.
They have no way out.
At this time, the screen jumps again.
"sucker Punch."
Bloody words appeared.
Fisk roared angrily and swatted away the thunder pistol not far away.
Immediately afterwards, gunshots rang out.
The angry Fisk punched the man away.
FBI traitors opened fire, causing the crowd to panic.
Right at the door of this court, a criminal began to commit murder.
Lei was seriously injured. He struggled to get up, picked up his weapon again and fired.
The bullet passed through the crowd and hit a former colleague.
Lei was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that this was not the time to hesitate.
His accuracy is good, and he ranks among the top in the FBI.
The traitors opened fire, and Ray climbed quickly over the courthouse stairs, taking advantage of the height difference to shoot.
Sirens sounded, police cars appeared one after another, and they began to attack.
In a place like the entrance of the court where there is no shelter, even Fisk's strong body will not help.
Ray hit his clothes with a shot, Fisk didn't even shake, and the metal braid material was exposed in the damaged parts of the clothes.
More and more police officers showed up, and Lei became more brave.
The police showed up and shouted for those people to surrender.
Facing the overwhelming police force, the traitors finally chose to surrender.
They will face long prison terms.
Fisk's eyes flashed fiercely, he was clearly only one step away from the light, just one step!
He looked through the crowd and saw the man behind the crowd, stroking his ring with a playful smile.
It's him, it's him again!
Fisk's eyes were splitting.
John watched with interest and raised his finger to point at the screen.
Fisk was held down by the police and looked hard.
The dying font is still there.
John mouthed, "The game continues."
Fisk looked down at the syringe that had fallen out of his clothes.
He was alone.
Use all your brute strength to break free.
The moment the policeman raised his pistol, he picked up the syringe and plunged it into his arm.
At that moment, a force that did not belong to him entered the body along the blood vessels.
He growled.
The sound of police shouting for surrender became noisy.
Outside the crowd, two figures quickly passed by.
There is no time to be shocked, what comes next is...
Daredevil!
...
"The author is getting shorter and shorter?
Where is it short?
It’s been this word count for so many years, so don’t talk nonsense with your eyes open.
It’s very difficult for an author. It’s only been [-] words for so long. Where is it short?
Having this word count for so many days is driving me crazy.
(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻」
