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

She walked over and grabbed Melanie's shotgun. Her nails were painted with black nail polish, and under the red lights on the street, they reflected a deep light like the starry sky, especially against the backdrop of her long black hair that could not be covered by the hood, which made her look even more charming.

She shook her head casually, reached out to lift the long hair on her cheek, and put it behind her ears, revealing the delicate earrings adorning her earlobes, which were small but beautiful.

"I'm leaving here and meeting my new boss." Melanie grabbed the shotgun and put her arms around the Asian nun's neck. She said intimately, "Come with me. He can pay us $5000 a month. This money is enough to buy medicine for you and alcohol for me. We can use the remaining money to buy a house in Brooklyn. We can live there together and pay off the mortgage for a few years. Then we can have a home. What do you think?"

As Melanie spoke, she skillfully took out a wine bottle from her waist. As soon as she opened the bottle cap, the strong and stimulating whiskey burst out from the wine bottle.

Fisk just felt it was extremely pungent.

Melanie seemed to feel nothing and drank the wine in one gulp.

"You are crazy. Sister Maria will not let you go." Fazi squinted his eyes and looked at Fisk in front of him, "Fisk? Are you not dead yet? I thought you were dead like a cockroach!"

Fisk grinned.

This woman's name is Houko Meizo, and she is an illegal Japanese immigrant...or rather, the daughter of an illegal Japanese immigrant.

She was diagnosed with HIV from birth.

It was only then that her poor Japanese mother realized that she had already been infected with AIDS.

She couldn't accept the fact and committed suicide in her rental house.

Left a way.

If Sister Maria hadn't taken her in, she would have died long ago.

Both Noriko and Kingpin are refugees from Hell's Kitchen!

There are no normal people in this place.

Fisk is a violent person.

The methods are no less impressive.

The two even fought when they were kids.

However, later on, Fuzi could no longer continue to go to school due to health reasons.

Because of the changes in his family, Jin Bing started to join a gang.

"Fazi! I was really young and ignorant when I was young!" Fisk smiled and handed over a contract, "I need someone to help me now. I will give you a salary of 5000 US dollars a month and pay you a year in advance.

If I become rich in the future, I will give you a raise, how about that? "

"Forget it! I don't want you to push my head into the stinking ditch again." Fazi snorted coldly and pulled Melanie to leave, "Ignore him, he is a murderer and violent maniac!"

Fisk was a little embarrassed.

But Melanie didn't want to leave, and instead held onto Fazi.

"Fazi, do you want to stay in Hell's Kitchen for the rest of your life?"

"This is my home. If I don't stay here, where else can I go?"

Melanie was suddenly stunned.

She reached out and released Fuzi's hand, her eyes dull as if she had suffered a major blow, "I thought I was your family, I thought you would feel at home when you were with me."

"I did not mean that......"

"Then you come with me."

Fisk was eating watermelon with his arms folded.

He figured out that these two people should be the lovers in the legend, and the relationship between them should be quite bloody.

A cold, ruthless and murderous white lady does PUA to a cute and petite Japanese girl... Which anime can only show this scene?

I really want to see it.

"I heard you're hiring here?"

Another woman's voice came from behind.

"Yes..." Fisk stopped mid-sentence.

Because this time it’s not the bloodthirsty nun of Maria.

Instead, she was a woman dressed like an urban beauty, wearing a black work suit, a short skirt, stockings, and high heels.

"Well, although I'm hiring here, it would be best if you can use weapons. Of course, if you have any talents, I don't mind you showing them off. This way I can get to know you better..."

Fisk's words were interrupted again before he could finish.

Because the sharp dagger had already stopped at Fisk's neck.

But at the same time, the fist, which was bigger than a casserole, had already stopped at the lower abdomen of the urban beauty.

If the dagger moved forward even 0.1 mm.

Then the fist will sink into the lower abdomen.

With Fisk's current arm strength, he could easily break through the smooth and flat belly with a single punch.

The woman lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the fist resting on her lower abdomen. A gleam of excitement flashed in her eyes. She licked her lips, her long tongue like a snake.

Retracted the dagger.

"Ena Maynard, Norwegian, I worked as a mercenary for a while, a demolition man... I need a job, but the monthly salary cannot be less than $10,000 per month, and I can do anything for it, including sleeping with you!"

"Well, although I am very interested, the job project I offer does not seem to include this... Can you make explosives?"

"meeting!"

"Congratulations!" Fisk gently shook off the collar on his neck to shake off the dust on it. "You're accepted. I can pay you a year's salary first."

"Sign the contract first!"

"Uh... then you might want to wait a while until I get out of here and find a reliable printing shop."

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Gwen Stacy is missing!

Mrs. Stacy when she heard the news that her daughter was missing.

For some reason, the old man with a gloomy face immediately appeared in my mind.

She always felt that this matter was closely related to that old guy.

But her reason told her that the other party could not do such a thing.

This is not because she trusts the other party so much.

It does not mean that you think the other person's moral level has reached the point where he deserves praise.

I just simply thought that the old guy didn't have that kind of ability.

He is just a local rich man.

"Boom boom boom!"

There were knocks on the ambulance windows.

A man's face appeared on the glass.

Mrs. Stacy narrowed her eyes.

He rolled down the car window and at the same time grasped the lady's pistol on the passenger seat.

"Sorry, ma'am. If I were you, I'd better check if there are any bullets in the gun before taking it!" Lester's mouth curled up into a playful smile, "Mrs. Stacy, I have no ill intentions. I just invited your daughter to have a sundae.

Don't worry, she is safe. Although my moral standards are not high, I will never do anything that makes me feel disgusted!"

"what do you want to do?"

"I just want to ask you for a favor, help me find Fisk!"

"I don't know any Fisk!"

Lester had a kind smile on his face. He took out two photos from his arms, one of which was a bloody footprint and the other was a pair of sneakers that Mrs. Stacy was very familiar with.

"Then can you explain why your sneaker prints appeared at the murder scene? At the same time, I also want you to help me make a decision, that is, whether I should give these two photos to your husband, the Commissioner of the New York Police Department.

I heard that he is famous for being impartial. "

Chapter 14 It’s not me, don’t talk nonsense!

Fisk narrowed his eyes, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes!

His fingers slowly moved towards the tabletop. His movements were extremely slow and heavy, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on his body. His aura was so powerful that it made people feel frightened. It seemed that even the air was suppressed at this moment, and there was even a vague feeling of being unable to breathe.

"Snapped!"

The playing cards turn beautifully between fingers.

Diamonds, clubs, hearts, seven, seven, seven!

"Hahahaha! 21! I win! I win!" Fisk punched the wooden table, causing the table, which was made of stainless steel and wood, to groan in pain. A deep fist mark was left on the table. Fortunately, it did not penetrate the table, but this also made the owner of the grocery store next door frown.

However, the roar of the crowd soon made her frown relax again.

The crowds surrounding Fisk in three circles inside and outside wailed, only a few smiled, and a few even danced with excitement like Fisk.

Fazi blinked her big eyes, her small mouth almost stretched to her ears. She picked up her shotgun and proudly told those who had lost money not to run away, while Melanie was already buried in the crumpled US dollars.

The people in Hell's Kitchen are not of very good quality, but no one is willing to default on their gambling debts, because if they don't pay today, they will have no chance to gamble in the future.

This is more serious than taking some people’s lives!

Ena Maynard sat in front of the table with dazed eyes. She turned over her cards and it was just over twenty. She thought she had won for sure and asked for one more card to gamble and see if it was an A. But she was wrong. The other party had three sevens, and twenty-one instantly killed her!

Fisk smiled and stretched out his hand to push the dollars he had just won on the table in front of her. The smile on his face was extremely bright, but also carried a little cunning: "You have already lost all this year's salary to me, but it doesn't matter, I will advance you next year's salary in advance!

Do you want to gamble again? Maybe you can win it back!"

Ena Maynard glanced at Fisk, who was smiling, and shook her head like a rattle. She hugged her $120,000 annual salary in her arms and said, "No, don't even think about it. You're dreaming!"

"cut!"

Fisk waved his hand, rolled his eyes, stretched his neck, stood up from his chair, glanced at the people who were still unwilling to leave, and suddenly came up with an idea: "Hey, what's wrong with you guys?

Do you still want to continue gambling?

It may not work today.