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

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"Ms. Dimitrescu, who do you think we are?"

"You... don't look like locals either." Achina Dimitrescu borrowed Fisk's word "locals" as if she was joking.

Fisk laughed. "Indeed, Ms. Dimitrescu, you are right. We are not locals! You can think of us as adventurers, just like those adventurers who explored the New World during the Age of Exploration. We are here to explore."

"You...are from the future?" Ms. Dimitrescu shrank back, vaguely alert.

Because she saw the timestamp on the New York Daily News.

Fisk closed the newspaper in his hand and glanced at the timestamp on the first page.

Realizing that he had been exposed, Fisk had no choice but to stop performing.

Instead, he directly admitted: “Yes, we are indeed not from this world.

So, I say we are adventurers!"

"Are you really from the future?" Ms. Dimitrescu's eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars, and her body couldn't help but lean over again, "Can you take me to the future with you?"

Fisk shook his head and interrupted Dimitrescu. "I'm not from the future." Fisk said, "We are just from... a parallel world."

"Through this elevator?" Dimitrescu pointed at the elevator in the distance with her pale finger, which was as long as an adult's arm. She had already discovered that something was wrong with this elevator. That was that the space in the elevator car was too large and did not match the size of the elevator door at all.

"You are very observant!" Fisk looked at Dimitrescu's pale and smooth neck. She was tightly wrapped in a windbreaker that belonged to a 200-pound strong man. This windbreaker, which could be used as a bed for ordinary people, felt like a tights on her and squeezed out deep grooves.

It was as if, really, the abyss possessed me.

Dimitrescu felt Fisk's gaze, and she unbuttoned her chest in a leisurely manner, revealing a large area of snow-white hair. Her tone was gentle, like a spring breeze, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry into your secrets!"

Fisk waved his hand. "I understand how you feel, Ms. Dimitrescu. I also understand that anyone with a normal mind would not want to stay in this world. But I still have to say that I'm sorry. I can't take you away from here, at least not for the time being."

"Can I ask why?" Dimitrescu leaned closer to Fisk again. There was no strange smell on her body, let alone the stench of a corpse. Instead, there was a faint floral scent, but Fisk had never smelled such a smell before.

"Ms. Dimitrescu, you may have misunderstood. It's not that I don't want to take you there, but you won't be able to reach my world alive! And that world isn't as beautiful as you imagined!" Fisk clapped his hands, took a sip of the Coke beside him, and interrupted the curious baby Dimitrescu, "The barbecue should be ready soon. I'm starving. How about we talk after we finish eating?"

Dimitrescu suppressed his curiosity and doubts and nodded, "As you wish, Mr. Fisk!"

Chapter 103 Ms. Hachisha: "Actually, I'm an expert in using medicine!"

"Boss, she's dangerous!"

Lester stared grimly at Dimitrescu not far away.

"She can transform her limbs into hideous, terrifying and lethal weapons."

"Indeed, she is dangerous." Fisk agreed. He stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth while looking at Dimitrescu who was chatting with Zhao Hailun in the distance. "However, we need new allies, and she is obviously a good choice."

"Boss, do you have a way to take her away?"

"I didn't promise him that I could take her away." Fisk glared, "She will most likely be like those zombies, losing all her activity and turning into an ugly mummy when she is about to reach our world.

Besides, although this world is the end of the world, it is much safer than our world. If she knew how terrible our world is, she would definitely thank me for not taking her there.

You work for the Ministry of Defense, you should know more than me!"

Lester nodded, and suddenly a man's voice came from the radio in his hand.

"Safe, over!"

"Roger that!"

This was the secret sentry he arranged on the periphery, who reported to him at regular intervals.

Prevent any uninvited guests from approaching quietly.

Put down the radio.

Lester recalled some documents he had come across in the Ministry of Defense.

Among them, the most classic one is the old issue of mutants.

There were no less than thirteen or fourteen various documents, archives and notes about mutants wanting to destroy the world. One or two of them even made the front page of newspapers at the time. Even ordinary people knew what the mutants were doing, which meant that they were only one step away from success.

In particular, the resurrection of a mutant named Apocalypse almost changed the world.

And this is just one of the hidden dangers of mutants.

In fact, ever since Captain America appeared during World War II, their world has been filled with various crises.

Compared to their dangerous world, although this world has entered the end of the world, it is still relatively safe.

Of course, only relative.

"This world will become our factory, back garden and armed training base, and it will become our rear base!" Fisk raised the Coke beside him, tilted his head back and poured it into his throat: "This world will become our trump card, the trump card that keeps us winning. Our enemies will never know where we make weapons, where we train our subordinates, and where we are.

This will make them tremble with fear and make them unable to sleep well every night.

I want them to be accompanied by a large number of bodyguards even when they go out.

If one day he doesn't have enough bodyguards around him, my soldiers will rush over, shove the gun down his throat, and pull the trigger to kill him anywhere." Fisk put down the Coke in his hand and continued to eat the steak in his hand: "But!" Fisk suddenly changed the subject, his eyes swept over the robbers sitting around the fire, drinking beer and eating roast beef: "I can't stay here forever, and neither can you.

Although this world is a parallel world to ours, the speed of time flow is different."

Fisk stood up and walked to the edge of the elevator, fumbling in the steel gap above the elevator door for a while, and quickly pulled out a waterproof watch. He walked back with the watch, sat next to Lester again, and began to compare the watch on his wrist.

“The time between the last time we came down and this time was about ten days!

But two whole months have passed in this world!"

"Two months?"

"Yes!" Fisk showed the waterproof watch on his hand. Waterproof watches like this have calendars and electronic clocks, so you only need to compare them to know that the speed of time flow between the two worlds is different.

"That is to say, sixty days in this world is equivalent to ten days in our world, and six days in this world is equivalent to one day in our world. The relative flow rate of time is one to six!" Lester did some calculations and silently crushed the waterproof watch in his hand: "Boss, we can't let them know about this."

Fisk nodded with a half-smile, "This means that when we come to this world, we age six times faster than in the original world.

However, this is also a good thing for us, as it means we have six times more time to develop.

For example, assembling a heavy tank.

It takes six days, and we can do it in just one day!"

"This world is a great factory world!" Lester nodded and said sincerely.

"Of course, I won't stay in this world." Fisk lit a cigarette. He brought a box of cigars with him, so now he could only use cigarettes to deal with it: "At most, we will come here to inspect every once in a while.

In addition, our people will be divided into two groups. One group will stay in this world forever, living a peaceful and happy life until they grow old and die. The other group will come and take turns at regular intervals, and the two groups will monitor each other.

Then, we also need to find a group of indigenous people here to cooperate with.

This world must be short of supplies, so we use supplies as a price to get these natives to cooperate with us, let them join the work, and also monitor our people, the triangle is the most stable." Fisk fiddled with the ash, "I don't want someone to become the king one day with the supplies and guns I bought.

Or, if we find out that all the elevators are destroyed, we can't get here... Hmm? Do you have any good ideas?" Fisk seemed to see that Lester seemed to have something to say, and immediately asked him.

"Boss, it's better to change shifts once a week and not stay in this world permanently. This will prevent some guys from giving up on themselves and wanting to fight to the death. Also, cigarettes and beer should be strictly controlled.

Even things like morphine and sleeping pills that can relieve mental anxiety must be regulated.

We need to give our people a feeling that the work here is hard and difficult, and that only by returning to our own world can we get rid of the pain... In addition, boss, we must artificially create conflicts, create conflicts with the indigenous people, so that our people can never stand with the indigenous people of this world..."

Fisk looked at Lester strangely as he was expressing his opinions. "Lester, are you British?"

"Not really."

"Then you must have English blood in your ancestry."

"Maybe, but why do you say that, boss?"

“Because the British have extraordinary talents in great shortcomings and great virtues!

They are all very good at squeezing everyone's profits." Fisk flicked the cigarette in his hand away, "But fortunately, I am the boss, not the employee."

Fisk suddenly frowned and asked, "How long has it been since your sentry reported to you?"

Lester was stunned.

He picked up the radio and dialed the number.

But it was just as Fisk had guessed.

There was no further response from the radio station.

Lester stood up immediately.

His actions attracted a lot of people's attention.

The well-trained gunmen put down their food and beer.

Stopped reminiscing with the prisoners.

Most of the prisoners accepted the reality.

What's more, with these gunmen setting an example for them, they all took up arms.

Zhao Hailun and Dimitrescu both looked over.

Fisk gave them a reassuring look, then continued to gnaw on the steak in his hand: "Bring the heavy machine gun with you. If you encounter any tricky biochemical monsters, call me on the radio."

"Understood." Lester immediately made a gesture to the Gunners.

A team of gunners remained behind to watch the prisoners.

He brought another team of gunmen with him.

Including him, a total of fifteen people ran towards the secret sentry!

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"What kind of gun is this?"

"never seen it!"

"What kind of ammo backpack is this?"

"What is this?"

“It looks like an injection, there won’t be any virus medicine in it, right?

It’s like a worm potion.”

"Tell me! Who are you? Why are you here?