The God of Injustice in Marvel

It's the same office, and the same bald guy sitting with his back to the door.

Fisk listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer in the corridor outside the door, as deep as a philosopher.

Skr~~

The door was pushed open.

A blond woman walked in and closed the door gently.

"Heh...you are here after all."

Captain Marvel frowned slightly and said nothing.

Fisk still did not turn around, but continued his deep philosopher image, using a low and penetrating sexy bass, saying very magnetically: "...Aren't you afraid, I will be here, if

What kind of trap is this?"

Captain Marvel's brows relaxed again, because this guy's cold jokes were quite good.

"Were you the one who talked to me on the phone before?"

Captain Marvel said coldly: "If you are just saying these things to me, then I have already heard it."

With that said, Captain Marvel took another step forward, expressionlessly walking towards the bald man with his back to him.

Although she tells good jokes, there is no shortage of amateur jokers in the world.

Especially, when the guy telling the bad jokes is full of evil.

I, Captain Marvel, am a superhero who upholds Mencius' justice and has boundless love. How can I stand by and watch when I encounter such a disgusting guy?

He must be eliminated for the sake of the people and justice!

"Please take your time, ma'am."

The bald Fisk turned around with a charming smile and faced Captain Marvel, who was already standing in front of the desk, looking at him with his chin raised slightly. He spread his palms and motioned for the lady to sit down.

"Perhaps you are more interested in Leon, right?"

Upon hearing this name, Captain Marvel, who was already ready to raise his hand and send the bald man away with a punch, temporarily restrained his righteous heart.

There was no wind in his hair, and the seams of his battle suit glowed with golden light. Captain Marvel rose into the sky, his eyes widening.

"I advise you...it's better to tell the truth, it's better."

"hehe……"

Fisk laughed from the bottom of his heart, although his smile was a little dry.

As a veteran combatant, although it has been a long time since he personally took action, Fisk can still rely on his almost instinctive combat intuition to roughly "observe" the transcendent and huge energy of the woman in front of him.

Now, he was almost sure that when Leon mentioned those two people before, he was not lying when he said that they were more "difficult to deal with" than him.

This lady gives people a stronger sense of oppression than anyone Fisk has ever seen and known!

…

"What shall I call you, my dear lady."

Although Fisk was trying to get closer, he was indeed polite and very contagious.

Captain Marvel is still floating in the air, his eyes are still shining, and he is still arrogantly silent.

It wasn't until Fisk's smile was almost gone that she suddenly said: "Captain Marvel. You can call me: Captain Marvel."

Captain Marvel, a name I’ve never heard of.

He probably suddenly came out from some hidden place.

A thought flashed through his mind. Fisk had already misunderstood Leon, the Captain Marvel on the paper, and the other nervous man who went to rob the washing powder, as they came from the same unknown secret place and turned against each other.

"It's a threesome.

Regarding this point, he was actually right!

I really want to light a cigar for myself. This is the correct posture for a boss of his level to talk to people.

However, after all, he was alone now. Faced with such a guy who could not be beaten at first glance, Fisk still felt a little "humiliated" and suppressed his little interest.

"Ahem! Well...!"

After clearing his throat, before the brightness of the human-shaped light bulb in front of him increased again, Fisk said with a smile: "Leon... came to see me a few days ago. Ha...

Of course, the location is not here.

He... threatened me and told me to pay attention to the news about these two people."

"Are those two people me and the sentry?"

sentinel?

After Captain Marvel said these words, Fisk finally knew the name of the other guy who was drawn on the paper and robbed the washing powder.

"I think it should be. Here, there is a portrait that Leon gave me. This one should be you. As for the other one, it may be the sentinel in your mouth."

Captain Marvel reached out and took the two pieces of paper with portraits on them.

That's right. It's indeed her and the sentry up there.

so……

Captain Marvel thought: Leon is here too, looking for us.

Is it like this?

Putting down the paper, Captain Marvel's eyes returned to lightbulb mode again, and she asked in a serious voice: "Leon asked you to find us, did he say what he was going to do? Where is he now, and how did you contact us."

A series of questions were asked, but none of them had an obvious questioning tone.

Fisk himself is very familiar with this way of speaking.

This is the most common tone used by absolute superiors when facing absolute inferiors.

Because as an absolute superior, Fisk himself also likes to talk like this.

Smiling to hide his dissatisfaction, Fisk replied: "I don't know about that.

He suddenly appeared in my office that night and warned me in a...well, a relatively direct way.

Then he left these two portraits to me, asking me to pay attention to these two people. As for where he went after leaving my office, and when he would appear again, I have no idea.

We have no contact details, only unilateral assignments.”

Spreading his hands, Fisk said as if accepting his fate: "I am the one who was assigned unilaterally."

…………

The air was silent again for a while, and the two people in front of and behind the desk were thinking about their own matters. Coincidentally, both matters were related to Leon.

a long time.

Captain Marvel was the first to speak this time: "So, you asked me to come here to tell me that Leon is looking for me."

"No, no, no! Of course not."

Fisk pressed his broad palm on the table and slowly stood up.

"If I guess correctly, you and Leon should be two completely different people!"

Thinking about what Leon did, and thinking about myself as an absolutely just and merciful person, of course Leon and I are definitely two different people!

Captain Marvel nodded: "Keep talking."

Fisk smiled and slowly walked out from behind the desk.

"Then, let me continue to guess.

You, Sentinel, and Leon. The three of you probably... don't have a very harmonious relationship."

I thought that the reason why I came here was because the three of me and Sentinel Leon fought against each other without any mercy. I also thought about the three of them, whether it was a team fight or each other.

In the one-on-one duel, there was no other communication at all. The meeting was just a slap in the face. Captain Marvel nodded again: "Continue."

"Huh... My idea is that since Leon has a grudge against you, coincidentally, he also has a grudge against me, so can we..."

"Can what?"

Captain Marvel's voice finally rose and fell, sounding like a question.

"Don't get excited, Captain Marvel."

Fisk raised his hands, like a clever lobbyist, and said slowly in a low voice: "I think it would be a good idea for us to unite to deal with Leon and kill this hateful guy."

"Is this...what you really think?"

Fisk confidently walked behind the desk with his hands behind his back and waved out the window: "I know you have some doubts about my strength.

However, in this world, besides the most direct force, there are many forces that are powerful enough.

For example...hehe, I can make you an offer you can't refuse."

Captain Marvel smiled again.

This is a good joke.

He was very good at telling jokes. It would be a pity to kill this man.

But if he were to be killed, he would not be wronged.

"Oh? Then, what conditions can you offer me?"

Ha! She asked!

That means the ultimate goal of this conversation has been half successful!

Shi Shiran sat back on the chair, and the chair made an unbearable creaking sound under the weight of his heavy body.

Fisk folded his hands and put them behind his head, and said very relaxedly: "The first thing is...money.

Oh, don't laugh. Although money is not a good thing, it is definitely the most suitable thing to measure other existences.

I know that a being like you will definitely not be short of money, but the money I give you is legal money, which is more important."

It seemed that he might be a little interested. Captain Marvel kept a smile on his face, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with interest: "What next."

"Then, of course, there are things that money can't buy."

Thinking of the washing powder he had robbed by the sentry, Fisk not only did not blame him at this time, but actually thanked him sincerely.

If he wasn't a sentinel, how could he know that these beings beyond ordinary people's imagination actually have some special hobbies~

People who have no hobbies are, in a sense, even less trustworthy than people who have no weaknesses.

Taking out his hands, Fisk smiled and pulled out a suitcase from under the table that looked very familiar to Captain Marvel.

Then the second, the third, the fourth.

Ah...no wonder it looks familiar. It turns out this is the same box she dumped on the hood of the car just now.

"Are you going to give these to me?"

"No, no, no... of course not. Not just!"

The smile on Fisk's face was much brighter than the smile on Captain Marvel's face: "I guess you already know what's in these things.

After all...ha, I've already lost two boxes.

After calculation, the items in the box are worth 6 million. However, if you hold 6 million, you will never be able to buy these.

I can give you these every year! Of course, as a collaborator, I will also give the Sentinels the exact same amount."

The smile on his face became wider, but his eyes were already narrowed. Captain Marvel smiled and said: "...Is there anything else?"

"certainly!"

Fisk seemed to be very confident in the chip he finally offered. He had previously said that he would give a chip that he could not refuse, and he also believed that no one could refuse the chip he gave.

"Rights, and status! Madam, this is what I give, the final bargaining chip!"

Walking to the window with his hands behind his back, Fisk closed his eyes and recalled: "Nine years ago, it was also in this office and in front of this window that I made up my mind to unify the entire gangs and social groups in America. I did

arrive.

Three years later, my brothers and I became ambitious and wanted to pursue higher and more challenging goals.

Ha...right here in this office, many people thought I was crazy.

But what happened next? I succeeded!

Now, still in this office, still in front of this window, I dare to say this to you: As long as you are willing to cooperate with me, in the future, this entire America will be yours!

One of us contributes resources and the other contributes strength. When the time comes, why not...eh?"

Speaking of excitement, Fisk, who was standing in front of the window, patted the window sill excitedly, turned around and raised his fist to his chest. Just when he was about to express his most sincere emotions, he saw a slowly rising figure, flickering.

Dark humanoid big light bulb.

"How did you..."

Fisk was still a little puzzled and confused.

How come I was so excited when I negotiated the terms so well?

Do you want to help me take revenge now and kill that Leon?

"You don't have to be so anxious, our business has just started..."

"I have never been so insulted in my life."

ah?

insult?!

How is this an insult!

You didn't understand, right? I was talking about the whole America!

"I regret it."

Fisk: What do you regret?

"I regret hearing you say so many disgusting things after I walked into this room!"

"Wait! Is there... is there any misunderstanding in this! I..."

"Die! Atone for your sins!"

"You can't kill me! I am..."

boom--!!!

A clean punch in the air.

After putting down his arms, the table, boxes, people, the entire window and half of the wall in front of Captain Marvel, as well as the half of the wall behind the half wall, all disappeared.

In the air, two half-broken pieces of paper fell to the ground. A forehead, half of a chin and a neck could be vaguely seen painted on the paper.

"snort!"

Confining his own light, Captain Marvel slowly turned around and opened the door.

"Only a stupid scum like him who wears a mask and dare not see others will cooperate with people like you. This is why he and I are different!

I really shouldn't have believed that he would change, and I shouldn't have wasted my time listening to what you said.

Scum will always be scum.

And that Sentinel guy... Huh!"

After closing the door, Captain Marvel walked out, leaving the door open.

What she didn't notice was that some of the ornaments and decorations in the corners and on the desk were always facing this direction.

To be honest, how could someone like Fisker not install more than a dozen cameras in the room~

(Ps: Immediately arrange for Captain Marvel to be beaten.)