Soon, Fisk, who had helped him go through the special channel to handle the arms sales certificate, called him.
"Nolan Locke, I've received news that your Locke Technology has passed the review. You should receive the notification in a few days."
Hearing this, Nolan was a little surprised.
As expected.
It's always easier to get things done when you have connections.
"That's really too kind of you."
Fisk chuckled.
"This is just business. As businessmen, we always solve each other's needs.
I hope you are ready for the stock transaction."
Nolan said with a smile:
"Stock transaction? Didn't we agree on ten million?
If you need it, it can be in your account within a month at most."
"You're messing with me."
Fisk's voice instantly turned cold.
Nolan said calmly:
"You're messing with me. Ten million is the reasonable price I inquired about. You just opened your mouth and demanded 3% of my shares.
Aren't you the one breaking the rules of the game?"
Fisk was first furious, then calmed down.
"Nolan Locke, I hope you know that rules are made for the weak, and they are born to protect the weak.
If you are unwilling to follow the rules of New York, then the rules of New York will not protect you either.
In New York, no one can break the rules!"
"Heh, in that case, let me be the first."
After speaking, Nolan hung up the phone directly.
He had wanted to say something like this for a long time!
But he wasn't stupid.
Having experienced two life-and-death crises.
He wouldn't bet that Fisk wouldn't come looking for trouble.
So he had already arranged a process for Fisk in advance.
A wiretapping robot had been installed in Fisk's car.
If he wanted to do something.
With a bang!
He guaranteed Fisk would be ecstatic.
But if Fisk was willing to adopt some legal sanctions.
Then he didn't mind engaging in a face-to-face business war with the other party using legal means.
The police weren't fools.
Even S.H.I.E.L.D. was paying attention to him.
Thinking of this, he frowned.
Hopefully no one is monitoring him. He needs to be more careful in the future.
He was a legitimate businessman. How could he openly make money if he became a villain?
His persona was very important.
So his methods were also very important.
Just then, he heard a few beeping sounds.
The sound came from his waist.
A sensor was placed there.
Its function was very simple.
This sensor was connected to the wiretapping robot.
If the wiretapping robot heard something it shouldn't.
It would immediately self-destruct.
And before self-destructing, a signal would be transmitted by the sensor.
Nolan's face stiffened.
"fack, that fast..."
He muttered to himself.
Then he quickly silently comforted himself.
Fisk's situation was different from others; he met him in secret.
Others might not have discovered anything.
Even if they did, it should be very late.
On Ninth Avenue in Manhattan.
The sirens of fire trucks sped forward.
Ahead, a car had self-destructed.
The scene was extremely tragic.
Passersby around, one after another, mourned for the poor guy.
He was driving along fine, how could the car just self-destruct?
And at this moment,
On top of a certain building.
A muscular man frowned, looking at the phone in his hand.
Why did the call suddenly cut off?
And the sound that appeared before it cut off, it sounded somewhat like an explosion.
His face was a little gloomy.
Hopefully, it wasn't what he thought.
What kind of trouble had that guy gotten into recently?
Speaking of recently...
It should be Nolan Locke.
After all, he had just found out that Nolan Locke seemed to have no intention of following the rules.
But this was too fast.
If there were others, who could it be?
He looked at the city before him with deep eyes.
Even in the underground World, there were still many people opposing him.
"Go find that young fellow, Nolan Locke.
Although that guy Ross Gold is dead, we can't not take our reward."
In the shadows of the room, a man who didn't look very strong nodded.
He was playing with a throwing knife in his right hand.
But this didn't mean he was weak.
On the contrary, his throwing knives were exquisite.
Even under this man's command, he was one of the best hands.
"Understood."
After saying that, the person turned and disappeared into the darkness.
Before disappearing into the darkness.
The Bullseye revealed on his faintly visible forehead was his codename.
Late at night,
Nolan lay alone on the sofa in the suburbs.
Jessica Jones had her own life.
So she rarely stayed here overnight.
Nolan naturally had no objection to this.
Sometimes, being alone felt easier.
The TV was broadcasting the car accident involving Fisk during the day.
Seeing the tragic scene, Nolan couldn't help but feel that he had underestimated the wiretapping robot.
After all, he had spent 350,000 tech points on this little guy.
Just as he was about to change the channel to see if there was any other interesting news.
"It seems you are very concerned about this news."
A sinister voice suddenly sounded, startling him.
Looking back, he saw a man who had entered his house without him knowing when.
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He was so startled that he almost activated the Killer immediately.
But he quickly reacted.
The other party didn't make a move.
If it was an assassination.
With the other party's ability to sneak up behind him.
Perhaps he would already be a corpse.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
And this was still Stark Industries' top-notch defense system?
fack, it was simply garbage!
"Whether I'm concerned or not, what does it have to do with you?"
Nolan chuckled.
At the same time, he secretly activated the standby Killer.
Killer 2 was already on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s chopping block.
So now, he generally wouldn't take the Killer out.
The Irish Gang's attack on Jessica Jones was an exception.
At that time, he was already frantic.
How could he care about these things?
Bullseye nodded seriously.
"You're right, these things really have nothing to do with me."
As he spoke, he took out a throwing knife from somewhere.
"But what happens next has to do with me.
You had a deal with Fisk, but now Fisk is dead.
So...
Kingpin sent me to find you to continue our deal."
Nolan's eyelids twitched.
It was Kingpin indeed.
Things were getting a bit troublesome now.
Kingpin's forces were not weak, and the most crucial thing was that he never put himself in danger.
So he had many doubles.
No one knew which one was the real him.
This kind of powerful and cunning enemy was undoubtedly the most difficult to deal with.
Nolan looked at Bullseye.
"A deal?
All I know is that I made a deal with Fisk, but now Fisk is dead.
If you want to continue the deal, where is your evidence?"
Hearing Nolan's words.
Bullseye licked his lips and said happily:
"Indeed, Kingpin said you might not be willing to continue the deal.
Do you know what I usually do when facing an enemy?"
Nolan looked at him.
With a faint smile on his face.
"Use the throwing knife in your hand to kill me?
Or find a toothpick and easily harvest my life?"
Hearing this, the happy expression on Bullseye's face disappeared.
"You know me?"
"Of course."
Nolan nodded.
Then he instantly dodged.
At the same time, the Killer leaped towards Bullseye.
Even if it meant facing Kingpin, he couldn't give up everything he had.
As the first greeting, let's use Bullseye's corpse to declare war!