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

"Ding!"

The elevator door slowly closed.

The stainless steel metal door was like an invisible gate, slowly cutting off the frozen air between the two people.

They both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Murdoch walked forward, waving his cane.

Lester licked his lips. He could feel that the blind man who had just walked out was the same person as him. He could even smell the residual smell of blood on him.

But he shouldn't be his target.

The elevator stopped again.

Lester stepped off the elevator.

The female nurse in the archives room was sleeping soundly.

Even though he hadn't gotten close, the deafening snoring still caught his attention.

It seems that business here is really bad.

The busiest place in a hospital should not be the operating room or the so-called outpatient department.

It's the archives room.

Because, no matter whether it is a new patient coming to the hospital for the first time, or an old patient coming for a follow-up visit or re-seeking medical treatment, the archives room is the busiest.

Archive managers need to quickly find the file they are looking for from among hundreds or thousands of files and store or retrieve them.

In a hospital, if the archives manager can sleep during working hours.

That only means that there are not many patients in this hospital.

Slipped in quietly.

Retrieve the file according to the name you received.

"Wilson Grant Fisk...here!" Lester pulled out the document from the file and read it carefully.

Looking at the labels about height and weight, his eyes were filled with excitement.

But when he saw the note below - brain damage, infection, death.

Lester was suddenly stunned.

"died?"

He continued to look down in disbelief until he saw the full set of death certificates, cremation records, and the location of the public tombstone.

Lester fell into doubt.

Did he guess wrong?

He glanced at the bruise on his wrist.

He decided that he had to go find someone to ask!

Chapter 13 The Rose That Cannot Be Touched!

"You tell me, should I put up a billboard or something to let people know that I'm hiring?"

Fisk sat at the entrance to the street, the table in front of him borrowed from the store next door, along with a pen, a notebook and an unopened bottle of beer.

Of course, beer costs money.

The shop owner took into consideration that everyone knew each other and Fisk had borrowed so many things from her shop, so the price of this bottle of beer was only twenty dollars more expensive than outside, and she was fair to everyone.

The child who was responsible for helping to move things rolled his eyes.

He dropped the chair in his hand, ran back happily and started reading comics.

Hell's Kitchen is not just a place with poor public security.

More importantly, it is synonymous with poverty.

Here, children's extracurricular life is fighting, smoking and drinking... This sounds a little unbelievable.

But this is indeed what Hell's Kitchen is like.

I opened the beer and was about to take a sip when a hand grabbed the bottom of the beer and snatched it back.

"Gudong, gudong!"

The beer went deep into my throat.

Fisk's gaze was also successfully diverted.

The tall nun was wearing a specially made nun's uniform with a black hood on her head and a pendant of the martyred Jesus hanging on her U-neck. The tight uniform created a striking cleavage, and her snow-white skin was extremely pleasing to the eyes. The black long skirt was tightly bound around her waist, covering everything underneath. The slightly loose long skirt covered her black stockings from top to bottom, and the cowhide boots wrapped the stockings from bottom to top. Despite all the protection from top to bottom, the black stockings were not exposed at all.

He licked his lips, which had become dry from not drinking beer.

Fisk continued to look upward.

It was a beautiful face with shallow dimples at the corners of her lips. Although she had no makeup on her face, her every move was full of charm. The simple design of the nun's uniform could not hide her beautiful appearance. She drank beer in big gulps, and because she drank too much, the beer flowed down from the corners of her mouth.

Fisk's heartbeat slightly accelerated at this moment. Of course, this did not mean that Fisk liked her, but he was just amazed by her beauty at this moment, which made his heart beat.

"Gudong!"

As if he had noticed Fisk's gaze.

The shotgun was placed on the table.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Fisk's chest.

Fisk shuddered involuntarily.

There's no way around it. Anyone who is pointed at by the black muzzle of a gun will feel scared.

"Thank you for your beer!" The empty beer can was thrown casually on the ground. The homeless man next to it had been waiting impatiently for a long time.

He immediately swooped over and picked up the beer can.

But before he could hold it firmly, it was snatched away by another homeless man.

The two of us chased each other and fought until we went far away.

Just because it can be exchanged for five cents at the garbage disposal station.

"You're welcome. This is what I should do!" Fisk smiled kindly. "My name is Fisk. What should I call you, sister?"

It is not difficult to tell from her outfit that she should be a bloodthirsty rose.

However, she had no tattoos on her body... at least not on any of her exposed skin.

This means that she is not one of those sick women.

She was a woman who voluntarily joined the Bloodthirsty Rose...which meant that, although she did not have any infectious diseases, she was just as dangerous.

After all, no normal person would want to stay with a bunch of AIDS patients.

"Melanie!" The nun shook her head gently and sat down on the table. The table, which was not very solid to begin with, became motionless as she sat on it.

It no longer shakes left and right, and no longer makes creepy and unpleasant noises.

The beer was not very strong, but it was ice cold. After drinking it, my head felt numb.

She took off the nun's hat on her head and slowly turned her face. Her sexy blonde hair covered most of her face. Her nose was tall and delicate. Although her lips were not painted with expensive luxury lipstick, they were still so beautiful that Fisk had the urge to take a bite of them.

“I heard!

I heard from Maria that you are hiring!

I came here to see what the treatment is like.

Where did you buy this wine?

Is it expired?"

After hearing what she said, Fisk immediately felt grateful to Sister Maria.

Sister Maria is a person who appears cold but has a kind heart. Not only did she agree to let me poach people from her territory, she also took the initiative to introduce me to them.

There are so many good people in this world. If I have the chance in the future, I will help her cure AIDS no matter what. We cannot let such a kind nun suffer such painful torture.

"Hello Melanie, let me introduce myself again. My name is Fisk."

"I know that when you were twelve, you killed a factory security guard for fifteen dollars and burned down the factory."

Melanie smiled disdainfully, "Don't be surprised, your record has not been broken by anyone in the entire Hell's Kitchen."

"Haha! I was young and ignorant at that time." Fisk smiled awkwardly.

"Really?" Melanie rolled her eyes. "I served in the Army as an assault soldier. I have actual combat experience and can skillfully operate most rifles on the market.

At Blood Maria, my monthly salary is three thousand dollars!"

"Five thousand dollars!" Fisk reached out and threw the bag on the table, "I'll give you five thousand dollars a month, and I'll pay you one year's salary in advance!

If you die, I will pay your funeral expenses of $200,000.

Of course, you have to leave me your home address in advance so that I can send the money."

Melanie looked at the bag that fell in front of her and stretched out her hand to open the zipper.

Looking at the green dollars inside.

A smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm an orphan with no family. If I die, give the money to Sister Maria!"

"Deal!" Fisk smiled. "Welcome, Melanie!"

"Melanie! Why are you here? I didn't see you inside." Before Melanie could say anything, another woman's voice came from a distance. An Asian nun with black hair, a nose ring, and star and cross tattoos under her eyes walked over.

Compared to the clean Melanie.

Almost all of her exposed skin was covered with various strange symbols and tattoos.

This made her look a little fierce, but her face was small, with a pair of big eyes taking up 1/4 of the space, and her bright and narrow eyebrows seemed to be announcing that this was an authentic original product, not some cheap pirated product.

Cuteness and fierceness are almost perfectly combined in her.

The strong sense of contrast constantly stimulated Fisk's eyes.