Marvel: A New God's Reign

Chapter 69: Fall of a King (1)

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"God's not at home. He's on vacation in Vegas."

-Eda, (Black Lagoon)

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<{Fisk Tower pent-office, Manhattan}>

<(Omniscient POV)>

"What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean none of our shipments are getting through? All those shipments were due last week. Failure to uphold so many contracts would result in our own allies declaring war against us." Wilson Fisk shouted in frustration before throwing a snow globe sitting on his desk at the new intern standing in front of him, something the man was barely able to dodge.

"S-Sorry sir. I double-checked everything and even talked to the people in charge of our logistics department. It seems that someone is deliberately targeting us. Every time we try to move any of our... merchandise across our channels, we either get mysteriously ambushed by the various state police departments all over the country or suddenly the central law enforcement agencies like the FBI and DEA decide to raid us for some reason.

Almost all the drugs that the Hand exported to us this month has already been seized from the New York shipyard while the metahuman organs that were supposed to be delivered by our international partners never reached us. Recently, we had been able to strike a deal with the Ten Rings on smuggling antiques but the warehouses where we kept those items were again mysteriously robbed by an unknown group. All these "coincidences" could only indicate one thing, sir, and that is we are being targeted by someone very powerful and well-connected." The subordinate concluded while intelligently fixing his glasses.

"I already knew all that you idiot. I am asking you for a fucking solution, not to tell me the obvious. Goddamn it, I should have hired the Stanford guy instead of going with a Yale idiot like Vanessa had advised." Fisk said while rubbing his forehead in anger. "Fine, it's not too late. We can still correct this... Contact Bullseye and Typhoid Mary. Tell them to find out who is stealing the antiques and bring those fuckers to me. Also, send word to Madam Gao, tell her that we are under attack, and we need her... ninjas back in the States, otherwise our entire American operation will be in jeopardy. We can worry about the Hellfire Club resuming their attack on the Hand later. First, we will have to deal with our new invisible enemy." Wilson quickly calmed himself down as he made multiple plans to counter whoever was attacking him from the dark.

"What about the man in the mask that has been..."

"Those masked jokers are of no threat to us. I can crush them like the tiny bugs they are whenever I want. Handling known enemies is much easier than fighting an invisible enemy. Those "vigilantes" can just take down one or two of our operations but this new organization whoever they are, is much more influential than them. They can root out my entire empire if given the opportunity. Taking care of them is much more important than worrying about some pesky rodents." Kingpin decided with a determined face.

He was the Kingpin of New York City, someone who kept the entire city's underworld in check. Nobody had ever dared to reject him, much less even attack his empire. So, there was no way that he would suddenly get spooked by a new unknown player who thought they could redefine the rules of the game. Whoever it was that was attacking him, Kingpin was determined not just to destroy him, but completely annihilate their entire existence.

But of course, at that time, Wilson Fisk had no idea that he wasn't actually being attacked, but someone was merely toying with him to make his impending death even more... terrifying.

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<{Scene Contempo Gallery, New York}>