Chapter 1453 The villain’s family plans (first update)
Ever since Vanessa appeared in Wilson Fisk's life and encountered the poisoning at the party, Fisk has been acting more mysteriously. James Wesley didn't dig deep to find out why, because he and Wilson Fisk shared the rarest commodity in this industry today: trust. Both parties know that the other will not betray themselves for money, reputation or other reasons, because they both grew up on the streets and have a friendship that can be entrusted with their lives and families. The principle of silence is not out of rules but out of trust. James Wesley's dissatisfaction mainly stems from the concerns of Wilson Fisk's transaction partner. He is very worried that sooner or later that transaction partner will ask for something they cannot give.
But now that the deal has been reached and the contract has been signed, James Wesley intends to maximize the value of this contract. No matter how he disguises himself with suits and watches, he is essentially a street wolf, and the smell of stale blood between his teeth and fur is proof that he has torn apart his enemies. "Let me participate in this matter, friend." Before leaving the office, James Wesley suggested with a serious expression, "The continuation of this career can bring benefits to me, and I cannot let you bear all the costs."
"You are such a gentle villain, James."
"Charming." James Wesley pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, "You are missing an adjective, charming."
It wasn't until he left the office that Wilson Fisk sat back in his chair and threw the diamond cane aside. Exhaustion returned with a vengeance. James Wesley imagined the dilemma he encountered too simply. Someone had already warned him about the development of the future world. He must control a deep-water port on the east and west coasts and have a road or rail transportation line across the east and west coasts of the United States. This would It is best to have airports that can land large cargo passenger planes and various large warehouses along the transportation line.
Wilson Fisk was not a fool. He could see that this transportation line was likely to be used for military purposes. He only saw the scaly claws of a grand plan, and he had to bear such a painful price. He is not interested in those great ideals, and what he is forced to hold puts him under great pressure every moment. Although it is impossible for the FBI to see what the purpose of those transportation lines is, because it is just a very ordinary transportation line that is maintained and maintained at his own expense, the danger of this transportation line is not only the high cost of maintaining the transportation line. To pay, maintain relationships with state politicians, he must also place satellite signal transmitters and receivers along the route.
This is a crime worthy of investigation by Homeland Security and the military.
James Wesley didn't know any of these things. He had no idea that Wilson Fisk had a third identity besides being an entrepreneur and a gangster. The contract with the devil prevented him from escaping, and the sniper attack on the stairs at that banquet completely made him see the horror. Now he is like a hedge fund manager who planned to short real estate before the subprime mortgage crisis in 2008. Although he is sure that this strategy can obtain the maximum return, no one knows when that moment will come, nor does he know whether he can support it. to that moment.
Wilson Fisk sat in the office like this until all the staff in the building left during off hours, and the security personnel conducted routine patrols to drive away everyone except the cleaning staff. Then he closed the blinds behind the glass curtain wall and closed the All the lights in the office are except for a lamp on the desk. He opened the drawer and used his fingertips to pull out a piece of colored cardboard from among the layers of documents to prevent his sweaty hands from touching the paint on the cardboard.
It was a small postmodern art painting drawn on cardboard, painted by Vanessa. Not everyone can understand the meaning of Vanessa's painting. Wilson Fisk is one of the few. He can see the emotion and metaphor Vanessa poured into this small painting - a large amount of red and blue. The colors are intertwined on the upper and lower sides of the painting, forming a vaguely purple kitten with limbs. The golden paint cuts from the kitten's feet and gradually extends to the invisible top - this is the reason why he must persevere. For the sake of the upcoming child and Vanessa, and for the future of this little family.
When the sun finally pierced the gloomy and humid night sky and clouds in the English Islands, shining the cold sunshine on the glass greenhouse covered with thin snow and caressing the dewy rose buds, the brown bear cub in the forest also benefited from the artificial insulation. Awakening in the nursery. Due to genetic modification and feeding habits, they have no need to hibernate. These energetic bear cubs woke up one after another as soon as they heard the soft ringing of the bell, and then slowly squeezed out of the cave one by one, rolling and chasing in the snow, and at the same time, they also brought the cubs who slept together in the insulated room. A few sheep were driven out.
Lara Croft woke up early and waited here for a while to observe the genetically modified bear cubs. But actually she came here to calm down. Not only because she wanted to find something to eat after waking up last night, but she saw a blushing scene in the manor at night that made her toss and turn, but also because there were not many opportunities to get close to safe wild animals, especially Dinah said that the intelligence of those bear cubs is very high. They understand that they cannot harm humans, and carelessly petting the furry brown bears can make her forget what she saw last night.
"Winston, please invite Miss Crawford to the dining room. She got up too early and catches cold easily, and those cubs are starving now." Even though the heating in the dining room was turned on today because of the busy work last night. It was too late. Bayonetta seemed to be affected by the temperature. To be precise, all witches were not affected by the temperature. "We have some other activities today. By the way, help me ask her if she wants to attend an art exhibition. Your adoptive mother is taking us to visit the painter we met today, Vanessa, remember? It is said that that was her last After this exhibition, she will have to cultivate herself well."
Winston, who was wearing a tuxedo, nodded and moved out of the restaurant with trembling steps.
"I may never get used to serving giants," his aging brain thought. He didn't need to do anything to retrieve Lara Croft from the forest. The girls with weapons would complete it after receiving instructions. He knew that this was the mistress of the manor's consideration for his aging body. However, he was always startled by the height of the manor owner and those golden-armored warriors. He had never seen such tall people in his life. They were mythical giants, not ordinary people, and Winston was very worried about the Crawford heir associating with these people.
"Vanessa is making money, using clean money printed by the vanity and stupidity of the Internet upstarts. If it is a crime to defraud fools of their money, then her crime is no less serious than her husband's. Oh...please pass on yesterday's Cheshire Cat The piece of canvas tape that was messed up and stained in the studio may still be sold for a good price, after all, we can't let the cat get something for nothing."
"I'm sure you have something to say," said Jeanne.
"Yes, this is the breakfast table after all, and I don't want to mention the wallpaper stained with bodily fluids while enjoying crispy bacon, chorizo and Iberico ham."
"I tasted the familiar taste of meanness." Joan looked at Wanda beside her with a teasing face, "If you want to know if the man in front of you has been impersonated, you can tell just by listening to him. When he says When commenting on something, if you can't help but put your fist on his face, it means he is not being impersonated. But we probably don't use this method. He worked very hard last night and didn't stop until dawn. ...Don’t be so shy, Ceresa, you’ve always liked this way, haven’t you?”
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