Hufflepuff in the Marvel Universe

At the garage door, facing the handsome Chinese young man next to him, Matt had a complicated expression on his face.

Although he knew that the other party could not see him, Matt's expression at this moment still gave Gu Zhongyan a complicated look.

"What's wrong?" Gu Zhongyan asked.

"Nothing?" Matt shook his head, listening to the chaos in the garage that had not subsided, and sighed.

"I just didn't expect that it would be so easy to defeat half of Vladimir's power even though we didn't even do anything."

"If we didn't still need to keep him to deal with Fisk and Weasley Taxi, maybe it would be a thing of the past."

When he thought that the Maozi gangster who almost killed him before was defeated by Gu Zhongyan so easily, Matt felt a little uncomfortable.

"That's why I said that you were wasting your talent before." Gu Zhongyan said.

"Matt, your fighting ability is the basis for your fight against crime, but your super hearing is your advantage."

"The battlefield that is most suitable for you is darkness. Based on fighting skills and giving full play to your advantages, you can defeat the enemy more easily."

"Like you did before, directly confronting people no matter what the occasion, it is too dangerous and the price you pay is too high."

"So, let me tell you, when you fight with others in the future, you must think about how to create a battlefield that is beneficial to you."

"For example, like today, destroy all the lights. If it is in an open air environment, you can try using smoke bombs or flash bombs."

"As long as the opponent's line of sight is deprived, the opponent's combat effectiveness can be reduced by at least 30% or even more."

Matt smiled: "I thought you just learned how to fight and don't have much combat experience?"

Gu Zhongyan said: "Just because you don't know how to fight doesn't mean you can't fight. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Vladimir suffered heavy losses this time. As expected, he should contact Fisk and let Jessica take action.

Get up."

"Are you sure? I think he is very tough and may not agree with Fisk's involvement in this matter." Matt expressed doubts.

Gu Zhongyan said that he was familiar with the plot and of course he was sure, but he definitely couldn't tell Matt this.

"Don't worry. Although Vladimir is stubborn and tough, he is not a fool. Besides, no matter how tough he is, he cannot ignore Anatoly's feelings."

"Unlike Vladimir, Anatoly does not mind becoming Fisk's vassal. It is precisely because of his buffer that Fisk and Vladimir, two dictatorial guys, can cooperate for so long."

"This time the Maozi gang has suffered such heavy losses. Anatoly will not let Vladimir go his own way. Vladimir will give in to his brother's demands."

Matt nodded, "In that case, shouldn't Anatoly find Fisk to ease the relationship between them? Why do you think they will break up because of this?"

Gu Zhongyan smiled, "Because now, Fisk is pursuing a woman, and he will not allow any stain on himself to appear in front of her. Obviously, Anatole is about to become this stain. This is enough to make Fisk lose his mind.

It's enough to trigger conflict between them."

In the garage, the suppressed panic gradually dissipated as the fierce gunfire subsided.

The few intact ones finally climbed out of the garage after testing for a long time and confirming that Gu Zhongyan and Matt were gone.

Looking at the gorgeous neon lights outside the garage, the group of people had greedy eyes. Those who have never experienced darkness will never understand the temptation of light.

Looking at his men who suffered heavy casualties, Vladimir's face was as gloomy as the ice under the Arctic glacier that never melts all year round.

After hesitating for a moment, Anatole couldn't help but said: "We can't let it go any longer, brother, I need Fisk's power."

Vladimir didn't even think about it, "This is my land..."

"I know this is your territory, but look at what your territory has become now." Anatoly interrupted him loudly.

"They left this time. What about next time? Can you guarantee that we will survive next time?"

"Business has plummeted, and we have lost more than half of our manpower. If this continues, will we still have territory? Brother, bow to Fisk, we need his power, now, now!"

Facing Anatole, who was holding his neck and refusing to give in, Vladimir stopped talking and punched the wall hard without saying anything.

Anatoly knew that acquiescence was the biggest concession Vladimir could make.

"Thank you, brother, I'll go find Fisk right now."

After saying that, Anatole headed to Fisk's location with great interest.

However, neither of the two brothers knew that leaving would mean death.

Just like in the plot, Anatole rushed to the restaurant and interrupted Fisk's date, thus losing his life.

Wilson Fisk is not a rational person, especially when his bottom line is touched.

For Fisk, there are three untouchable things in life, his mother, his lover, and his dreams.

The appearance of Anatole stained his love, and naturally he had to bear his anger.

Fisk was so angry that he used the car door to cut off Anatole's head while he was still alive.

Although he killed Anatoly in anger, Fisk did not want to start a war with Vladimir so soon.

During this period, Matt and Gu Zhongyan, who had been harassing the Maozi gang, naturally became his best scapegoats.

The next day, at the Weasley Taxi Shop, an exquisite commercial vehicle quietly drove into the garage where the blood stains had not been cleaned.

"It seems that a lot of stories happened here yesterday."

A man wearing a crisp suit and glasses, who looked like an elite, said.

James Wesley, Fisk's most trusted confidant.

"What are you doing here?" Vladimir said angrily.

"My employer asked me to express his greetings to you on his behalf and thank you for accepting his proposal. In addition, there are some small details that we hope to discuss clearly."

As he spoke, he frowned slightly and asked with a hint of doubt, "Where is your brother?"

The suspicious look on his face made it impossible to tell at all that he had watched Anatole die at the hands of Fisk last night.

At this moment, a familiar voice came, making everyone in the dealership change their expressions.

"Shouldn't Mr. Wesley know best where Anatole is?"

The mocking tone made these guys couldn't help but recall the fear of last night, and their faces suddenly turned extremely pale.

James also frowned, an unknown premonition welled up in his heart, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.