Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Fisk was confused.

However, considering that the house he lives in is not his.

It was a temporary hiding place through which he broke into.

I thought it was most likely the original owner.

Fisk didn't find it surprising.

I can't leave now.

You can just put the express on the carpet at the door.

"carpet?

Sir, I'm sorry, I don't see any carpet at the door...Mr. Anno, this express delivery requires your signature.

Please open the door so that I can complete this order.

I've been here seven or eight times for this order."

Fisk hesitated, then opened the door a crack.

Standing outside the door was a woman with big wavy hair, about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black leather windbreaker, with black eyes and dark red hair. She must be a Russian.

There are calluses all over my hands, and the calluses on the base of my thumb are even thicker.

She had light makeup on her face, her leather jacket was not pulled tight, and her cleavage was so deep that it looked like a mountain could fit inside it.

In her hand she held a small box the size of a palm.

A breeze blew in from the corridor.

A faint scent of perfume entered my nose.

She saw that the person who opened the door was a muscular man with a crew cut who was taller than her.

He swallowed lightly and subconsciously took a step back.

Obviously he was scared!

However, she still handed over the box.

"Mr. Anno, please sign here!"

Chapter 11 Bloodthirsty Maria!

(From this chapter on, Chen Man will be changed to Fisk, because he has already drawn a line between himself and his past self in the previous chapter.)

"poison?"

"grass!"

Fisk was originally wondering what would be inside such a small box!

Unexpectedly, there were small packets of white powder inside.

More importantly, the weight is thoughtfully written on these small packages!

According to Jin Bing's understanding.

This small box may not look impressive, but it is worth more than 50,000 US dollars!

"Something's wrong!

Fifty thousand dollars is not a small amount of money, how can it be handed over to someone so easily? "

I walked to the window and happened to see the woman coming downstairs.

Got on the passenger seat of a truck.

There was a vague advertisement for some express delivery company printed on the truck.

However, it is very blurry and does not look very eye-catching.

The passenger window was down, and Dasha Fedorovitch happened to be looking upstairs.

The two people looked at each other.

The truck started slowly.

"Is it Anno?"

"No, it was someone else I haven't seen.

But he signed it!"

"That's his henchman!" The man sitting in the main driver's seat took a puff of his cigarette and asked, "Did you give him the stuff?"

"Give it."

"Just give it to him. If nothing goes wrong, this thing should end up in An Nuo's hands. We put a locator in it. We must catch this damn rat this time." The man knocked hard on the cargo hold behind him. The partition was opened and the cargo hold was filled with fully armed soldiers. "Brothers, please be patient for a while. When we find An Nuo, I will invite you to be happy."

"Drip drip!"

Before he finished speaking, the locator next to him suddenly made a sound.

A smile appeared on the man's face.

"Look, the fish is hooked."

“Dasha!

You get off at the intersection ahead and go back to keep an eye on that guy. We will follow you via the locator.

We will use both methods, and this time we must catch An Nuo!"

Fisk, who was squatting next to the toilet and pouring all these things into the toilet, suddenly stretched out his fingers and picked out a small green dot that was glowing from the white powder that had been poured into the water.

"Oh, a locator!" Fisk looked at the thing.

I played with it in my hand for a while.

Put it in a sealed bag and throw it into the toilet.

Pressed the flush button.

Fisk left the room.

The locator, packed in a sealed bag, flowed down the sewer to the edge of the city.

Fisk, however, was wearing a large windbreaker and preparing to go to Hell's Kitchen.

Although, no one is wanted for him now.

Not many people remember that he was also one of the main culprits in the Manhattan bank robbery that happened not long ago.

But Fisker still thinks he should keep a low profile.

If I were to say, New York is the safest place right now.

Obviously, Hell's Kitchen is a great place.

The place where Fisk just lived was a mansion.

The building is located in Brooklyn, quite a distance away from Hell's Kitchen.

At the same time, the security is good.

You can often see patrol police cars downstairs, which is much better than Hell's Kitchen.

For ordinary people, this place is naturally safe.

But for Fisk, this is a bit dangerous.

Although Hell's Kitchen is equally dangerous, it is relatively safe.

However, we had not walked far.

Fisk discovered something.

That means you are being followed.

He waved to stop a taxi, but after hearing that Fisk was going to Hell's Kitchen, he decisively refused.

But, for the dollar's sake.

He was willing to deliver Fisk to a place just one block away from Hell's Kitchen.

When getting in the car.

Fisk looked back and saw the man who was following him.

It was the courier lady.

But it was just a glance.

This courier lady has really good tracking skills.

If Fisk hadn't suddenly turned around.

It's not certain that you can see her hiding behind the newsstand.

He grinned.

The taxi headed towards Hell's Kitchen.

Just as Dasha Fedorovitch was about to chase after him, he heard the voice of his teammate in his ears.

"The locator shows it's heading south!

The goods and people went separately, and there was a third person... Dasha, don't act rashly if you follow him, we'll go after that side!"

"Roger that!"

Originally, the truck that had been following in the distance made an emergency U-turn and rushed to the other end of the street.

The courier lady stopped another taxi with an expressionless face.

Hell's Kitchen is coming soon.

The driver originally wanted to keep his promise and let Fisk go, but when a gun was pointed at his stomach, he decisively chose to drive the taxi into Hell's Kitchen, which all taxi drivers call the real hell.

Fisk got out of the car expressionlessly and threw out a hundred-dollar bill.

When the homeless people around saw the green US dollar bills floating in the car window, they immediately showed malicious expressions.