Seeing Makima walking toward the life-hanging Fisk, he actually trembled as he peeked out from behind the sofa and suddenly raised a handgun, aiming at Makima.
Wesley's hands were shaking, and his legs wouldn't stop wobbling, but even so, he risked being killed to step out from cover and protect his master.
Without any hesitation or words, he squeezed his index finger hard, wanting to pull the trigger.
He wanted to empty the entire magazine into this monster wearing a beautiful woman's skin.
However.
No shot rang out.
Wesley's expression froze.
No matter how hard he tried, even as his knuckles turned white from the effort, the small trigger seemed welded shut, remaining motionless.
No... that's not right.
It wasn't that the gun was broken.
It was his finger... his finger was refusing to carry out the "fire" command issued by his brain!
Clink.
Amidst this suffocating standoff, a crisp and eerie metallic clink abruptly rang in his ear.
The sound was extremely close, as if it originated from within his own body.
What was that sound?
Wesley stiffened all over, an extremely ominous premonition causing him to subconsciously look down.
In the next second, his pupils constricted violently, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
At some unknown point.
A chain had actually pierced through his abdomen!
There was no pain, not even any bleeding.
The chain connected to his body in such an overbearing yet quiet manner, stretched taut in the air.
Following the chain, the other end... was connected to Makima's lower abdomen not far away.
"This... this is..." Wesley's mind went blank, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
So, as early as the moment he peeked out... no, perhaps even earlier, had he already been "connected" by this woman?
Makima stopped and turned her head.
She tilted her head with interest, as if she had seen an interesting toy.
"What a loyal dog..."
As her words fell.
Wesley's arm seemed to gain a mind of its own, abruptly turning the muzzle.
Under Fisk's horrified gaze.
His most trusted lieutenant and loyal friend, Wesley, wore an expression of extreme panic, as if desperately fighting against something invisible. Yet, that hand unwaveringly pressed the dark muzzle against his own chin.
His finger rested on the trigger and was slowly, irreversibly, pulling it back inch by inch.
"No... No!!"
Hanging outside the window, Fisk completely broke down.
His face, which had always been cold and ruthless, was now filled with despair—a panic he hadn't even felt when his own life was in danger.
"Stop! What did you do to him?!"
Fisk struggled to climb up, his eyes bloodshot.
"Come at me if you have a problem! You monster!!"
Sumire, watching the livestream at home, almost couldn't hold back her laughter at this scene.
She knew very well that both Wesley and Fisk were out-and-out villains and evil men.
They had countless lives on their hands, had shattered many families, and had once left many superheroes feeling helpless.
Especially Fisk; in the animated movie, he even had the terrifying record of punching Spider-Man to death.
It was just that now... it was like comparing a small sorcerer to a grand one. Looking at Fisk hanging hundreds of meters in the air, whom Makima could kill with a simple stomp, Sumire even felt he was a bit pitiful, and almost "cute" when together with Wesley.
Perhaps this was the change in perspective brought by power.
About a month ago, Sumire had almost been beaten by thugs into a "defeat CG."
But now, in Makima's eyes, the boss of those thugs, Kingpin, was nothing more than a slightly fat ant.
Even Makima's most insignificant physical strength was enough to trade blows with Fisk.
One could only say that compared to Makima, Fisk wasn't "evil" or "villainous" enough.
It made Sumire feel like she was the big villain breaking up a couple, and she felt a bit ashamed.
She was about to start again... Sumire couldn't help but sigh as she stuffed the last potato chip into her mouth. "Truly touching."
"In the eyes of Kingpin, a cold-blooded villain who kills without blinking, Wesley is the sole exception."
"He is his only close friend; Kingpin trusts Wesley even more than he trusts his own wife."
"Only in front of Wesley is Kingpin Wilson Fisk, rather than that iron-faced underworld emperor."
Sumire remembered that in the TV series Daredevil, it was Wesley's death that caused Kingpin to completely darken and lose control.
The phrase "star-crossed lovers" really wasn't nonsense; they truly were quite ill-fated.
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