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

His face was full of helplessness.

Who would have thought that in a senator's home, in a heavily guarded safe, there was only an oil painting.

"Do any of you know what this is?"

Opened the painting.

The freshness of the painting, which was just drawn last week, hits me.

Even a layman like Fisk can tell that this oil painting is probably not a historical relic!

Melanie and Ena Maynard were undressing.

Although combat uniforms are helpful in combat, wearing them feels like wearing two steel plates.

Furthermore, in order to be able to wear combat uniforms, they must restrain themselves.

This is something that is very uncomfortable just to hear.

Therefore, as soon as they came back, they couldn't wait to take off their combat uniforms.

But Fa Zi was nowhere to be seen - she had gone back to take medicine.

Ms. Maria bought them the best medicines.

Some of them need to be taken orally, but intravenous injections must be given every once in a while to prevent secondary diseases such as tumors.

It is no exaggeration to say that Sister Maria really did her best for them.

This may also be why these girls are so supportive of Sister Maria.

My own question was not answered.

Fisk's gaze shifted.

I don’t know what they are thinking.

Fisk was sitting right next to them, but they continued to change their clothes as if no one was around.

Large areas of white are almost completely exposed.

"Drip drip!"

The sound of the timer came.

Ena Maynard looked up at her watch and said, "It's already three o'clock in the morning. I should go back. See you tomorrow, boss!" After that, she quickly put on her coat, then picked up her bag and turned around to leave the house.

Fisk scratched his head, thinking that it was indeed late today, so he said to Melanie, "Do you want to go back first?"

"No!" Melanie was still changing her clothes slowly. "I've already cleaned up the house over there. Besides, it's so late now. I won't try to find a solution. Do you mind if I stay here tonight?"

"Uh! There's an empty room next door, why don't you sleep there?

There are no beds.”

"Do you want me to sleep on the floor?"

"Otherwise, do you still want to sleep with me?

I don’t mind!”

This is also a temporary house that Fisk found.

There is nothing lacking in Hell's Kitchen, except that there are many empty houses.

Perhaps due to years of disrepair, the incandescent lamp above has become very dim.

"Haha! If you don't mind, then why should I mind?" Melanie said as she actually lay down on the bed and even covered herself with the quilt.

Fisk couldn't quite understand this woman.

Aren’t she and Fazi a couple?

What does it mean now?

Melanie seemed to feel that the quilt was a little too hot, so she lifted it a little and stretched out her snow-white thighs from the warm quilt.

"Ah?" Fisk's throat rolled slightly. "Why don't I go sleep next door!" Then he took the oil painting and prepared to go next door to continue studying it.

Unexpectedly, Melanie came over directly. The dim light finally illuminated her face clearly, which turned pink. She reached out and held Fisk, raised her head slightly and leaned close to Fisk's ear. The strong smell of alcohol and the faint body fragrance rushed into Fisk's nose. She opened her red lips slightly and said in a low and sensual tone, "Don't you think I'm beautiful?"

Fisk's belly seemed to be on fire, and he almost couldn't control himself and had the urge to throw her down. However, this scene appeared in Fisk's mind several times, and he finally chose not to do such a beastly thing, especially since he and Fazi still knew each other. He frowned slightly and said, "You drank? And whiskey."

"It seems that my boss is really a gentleman."

Melanie smiled coquettishly, and suddenly her slender long legs were placed on Fisk's thighs. She rubbed it gently twice, and then moved her body closer. She held a stainless steel wine jug in her hand, and a strong smell of alcohol was emanating from it.

The long legs were placed on Fisk's legs, and Fisk could even feel the soft touch.

The soles of her feet kept sliding on her calves, making Fisk feel uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. She turned sideways and raised her legs.

The nun's uniform that she had just put on was looming with her exaggerated movements.

Fisk had almost imagined the scenery under the nun's uniform in his mind. Perhaps Fisk only needed to put his hand on her thigh and lift the nun's uniform up slightly, and then everything would be exposed to Fisk's sight.

"You've had too much to drink. Do you need me to call Fa Zi over?"

"This wine is not enough to fill my teeth!"

Melanie pouted slightly, opened her red lips, and blew a breath towards Fisk. A mixture of strong alcohol and indescribable floral scent rushed into Fisk's nostrils. Fisk's brain was buzzing, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath of this intoxicating aroma.

"You reek of alcohol, and you say you're not drunk?" Fisk rolled his eyes, reached out to hug her, and walked towards the bed not far away.

"Have it?"

She looked at Fisk with seductive eyes, and moved her pretty face closer to him again, with the tip of her tall and delicate nose almost touching Fisk, and her rosy and plump lips pressed directly against him.

But she stopped less than a finger's distance from Fisk's cheek, breathing hot air, her red lips seemed to be waiting to be held, just like an alcohol spirit waiting to share the intoxicating alcohol, "Would you like to taste it to see if there is really alcohol or if you... smelled it wrong..."

Fisk looked at her, and the last bit of rationality in his heart no longer existed.

These days, whenever he thought of Mrs. Stacy, he felt as if there was a fire burning in his lower abdomen. Now, he was aroused by this. He immediately swallowed his dry throat, moved his head slightly, and kissed her fiercely.

The rich aroma of wine permeates the air.

Fisk was hit by the strong smell of alcohol, but he didn't feel dizzy at all. He just felt as if his whole body was filled with strength.

But just as he was about to continue to move forward bravely and capture the city, he felt a heavy blow on his lower abdomen. A fist hit his abdominal muscles that were as hard as steel. A feeling of soreness immediately ran through Fisk's brain.

But Fisk still didn't let go, instead he held her tighter.

Melanie's originally blurry eyes became extremely clear at this moment.

Struggling hard.

But it didn't work at all.

Another punch hit Fisk's ribs. It was clearly a clash of flesh and blood, but it made a sound like steel colliding.

Melanie's eyes gradually became blurred and intoxicated again, but a yellow light began to emerge slowly from her palms.

He was about to throw the third punch.

There was a knock on the door behind me.

"Boss! It's my idea. A lady is here to see you.

Also, is Melanie here?

I just found out that the wine jug I took away was taken back by her!

It's filled with high-concentration whiskey.

You're not drunk again!"

Chapter 16 When your opponent throws a projectile at you, you'd better hope he's not Bullseye!

The Emperor's New Clothes!

When hearing this name, most people usually think of the stupid king in Andersen's fairy tale.

But, The Emperor's New Clothes is an ancient Irish gang.

Its history can be traced back to the period of triangular trade.

During that period, the Emperor's New Clothes had already been established and had entered into the triangular trade.

Later, the years passed.

The love-hate relationship between Britain, Ireland and Scotland.

No one mentioned the name "The Emperor's New Clothes" anymore.

However, when an unknown Irish man came to this hot land of North America.

The emperor's new clothes reappeared before the world.

In the early days, what The Emperor's New Clothes did was nothing more than to suppress workers of other nationalities on behalf of the Irish workers. Later, with the Prohibition, The Emperor's New Clothes finally officially became an old European gangster living in North America.

One hundred and fifty years passed in the blink of an eye.

Due to the desperate counterattack of the Russians, the Emperor's New Clothes was completely split, and the internal strife among the Irish began.

However, on the surface, all Irish gangs are under the Emperor's New Clothes. Under the protection of the invisible robes, the Irish gangs are developing slowly. If everything goes according to the current situation, then only a leader with courage will appear, and the Emperor's New Clothes will reunite all the Irish gangs.

But unfortunately... they have to deal with something right now.

George Stacy looked at the phone on the table.

After a brief silence, he dialed a number.

"Excuse me, who is this?" an old voice came from the other side of the microphone. George Stacy took a deep breath and said, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Durant?"

"Excuse me? Do we know each other?"

"I'm George Stacy!"

As soon as these words came out, the old voice immediately became serious.

“Is there anything I can help you with?

Chief George Stacy."

George Stacy took another deep breath.

"An hour and twenty minutes ago, on the Upper East Side, a gentleman's house was robbed by the Irish!