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

Just look at the appearance and momentum.

I knew he was no ordinary bodyguard.

He should be a mercenary who has experienced many battles.

There was even a strong man who was nearly two meters tall and had an orange soul.

It's like a ball of flame.

It kept burning in his head.

"Since Mr. Fisk gave me a gift, I naturally cannot be stingy." Ulysses Klaue reached out, took the file bag from the bodyguard behind him, and handed it to Fisk who was sitting in the boss's chair.

The document bag tied with kraft paper looks very thin.

Fisk took the briefcase.

Open it without any hesitation.

Inside was an identity profile, but many parts had been altered with black ink, leaving only a small amount of information and some transaction records.

The photo on this identity information is also very blurry.

However, it can still be seen vaguely.

This is a woman wearing a lady's veil.

"Angela Maria?"

Fisk's pupils contracted slightly.

“Yes, also known as the Phantom Lady, an assassin active in Europe, Asia, Africa, and South America.

She customized several weapons from my TechCorp, including this respirator that provides a brief, temporary boost.

She is a killer, a spy, and a natural master of disguise.

She can infiltrate anywhere without being discovered by the enemy.

She once entered Hades, the largest overseas spy organization in the UK, and lurked in it for three years. During these three years, she had been constantly stealing intelligence from Hades. Hades' intelligence department had been trying to catch her for three years, but still got nothing... She was like a non-existent shadow.

If, I hadn't done business with her.

I'm afraid I also thought she was a non-existent person.

However, I have never seen her true face, and I didn't know she would come to the United States.

But it doesn't matter, Mr. Fisk, I'll give it to you. It contains all the information I could find, and I hope you'll be satisfied." Fisk put the document back into the brown paper bag and looked at Ulysses Klaue again: "Thank you, but by doing this, aren't you selling out your client's information?"

"No!" Ulysses Klaue said righteously, "She is my client.

But, Mr. Fisk, you are about to become my friend. I have thousands of clients, but only a few friends. I really want to be friends with Mr. Fisk, so I would rather give up some clients for this.

Moreover, she was not a trustworthy customer—she had not paid for a long time.”

“Hahaha!” Fisk laughed. He said to Lester beside him, “Go get my treasured vodka. There’s an old saying that goes, ‘When a wolf comes, get a shotgun. When a friend comes, drink strong liquor!’ ”

Fisk grabbed Ulysses Klaue's hand and pulled him to the sofa next to him.

Ena Maynard, who had been sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, consciously flipped to the back of the sofa with the magazine, but still sat on the edge of the top of the sofa, behind Fisk.

Ulysses Klaue took a look at the woman and sensitively sensed the murderous aura emanating from her which had not yet dissipated.

The vodka was served promptly.

As soon as you open the bottle cap of this high-purity liquor, the rich aroma bursts out, making you dizzy and eyes dizzy.

The corners of Ulysses Klaue's eyes twitched unconsciously. Compared to drinking, he prefers to eat candy and drink Coke, which is quite similar to Fisk.

I like sweet things very much.

Holding the wine, Fisk drank the bottle without thinking. It felt like drinking water. The vodka with a strong smell of alcohol flowed down from the corners of his mouth and soaked his expensive suit.

Ulysses Klaue licked his lips and picked up a bottle and drank it. The two empty bottles fell to the ground one after another and shattered into pieces of glass.

Fisk hugged Ulysses Klaue and pointed at the bodyguards next to him, "Let them take a break too! Is there anyone nearby to make sure they are drinking properly?"

Ulysses Klaue burped, "How is that possible? Come on, each of you take a bottle and toast to Mr. Fisk for me."

Soon, the box of vodka was almost used up.

However, no one was drunk.

Obviously, there are a lot of people present.

Ulysses Klaue drank the second most. His face was red from the alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot, but he was still conscious.

Lester brought in a second box of vodka.

Ulysses Klaue had not noticed.

But after seeing the new vodka clearly.

Ulysses Klaue really couldn't hold on any longer, so he simply supported Fisk's body, leaned against the edge of the sofa, and vomited violently.

The strong smell of alcohol filled the room and stained the carpet that had just been replaced.

Fisk's cheeks also turned red.

He smiled at Ulysses Klaue, patted him on the back, laughed and mocked: "You can't do it!"

Ulysses Klaue waved his hands, indicating that he really couldn't drink any more. Fisk took the opened bottle of vodka and handed it to Lester, "Take Mr. Ulysses Klaue to rest. Klaue, can we talk again tomorrow?"

"Of course, Mr. Fisk, this is your territory, you call the shots."

"Yes, boss!"

Ulysses Klaue staggered out of the room, helped by his subordinates.

After they all left, Fisk's face suddenly calmed down, and his originally red cheeks quickly returned to normal. The drunkenness just now disappeared without a trace, and the smell of alcohol on his body also dissipated.

However, the smell in the room was still strong because there was Ulysses Klaue's vomit on the ground.

"Boss, why did you force him to drink?" Ena Maynard didn't quite understand the drinking culture.

However, she was very familiar with vodka.

In her early years, when she was in Russia, Ena Maynard dealt with vodka almost every day. That place was relatively cold and the temperature was low. When the heating was not available, only such strong liquor could serve the purpose of keeping warm.

"Heh!" Fisk sneered, walked to the table, picked up the brown paper bag, and began to read the resume carefully again: "He has encountered a difficult problem, and now he wants to bring me in.

I had never had any contact with him before, and Vulture's relationship with him was not good enough to call him in at will, but he actually came all the way from Africa to the United States where he was wanted.

This shows one thing, that there is something about me that attracts him.

I think it has something to do with what we did in Miami before, and he saw the strength I showed, which is probably the best explanation."

Fisk lit a cigar and pushed his hand forward suddenly. The next second, a whirlwind visible to the naked eye appeared in the air. This whirlwind quickly swept up the vomit on the ground and sucked all the vomit up from the carpet, and then flew to the distant window. The vomit was carried into the sky by the whirlwind, and only after flying out of Hell's Kitchen did it lose all power and fall from the sky.

As the vomit flew out, the smell of alcohol in the air became much lighter.

Taking a deep puff of the cigar, Fisk slowly revealed a disdainful smile: "I questioned his purpose and took out the respirator, and he immediately gave me the relevant information about this woman.

This shows that he had already prepared this information a long time ago, and maybe he was going to give it to me as a gift so that he could better propose conditions to get me to join him.

However, he didn’t expect that I would be the first to “give” him a gift!

This disrupted his plans!

This made him lose the initiative in the negotiations.

Negotiations place great value on taking the initiative.”

Fisk put the brown paper bag containing Angela Maria's information into the cabinet and continued, "The best we could say in the first round was a 1:1 tie.

But I won the drinking contest just now.

I have already won in terms of momentum, so in the following negotiations, I will take the initiative!

Don’t think this is useless, it is actually very useful, because for men, if they lose a drinking contest, it is a very embarrassing thing.

We have to sit at the children's table when we eat."

"You men are too complicated. I'd rather drink Coke!" Ena Maynard felt a little dizzy after hearing this. She returned to the sofa, opened a bottle of Coke, and took small sips.

“By the way, didn’t you say you were going back to Norway this time?

Why did you go to Europe to kill people?"

Ena Maynard was stunned and an awkward smile appeared on her face: "Boss, let me explain. After I arrived in Norway, I suddenly wanted to go to Europe to see a friend, and then I went around Europe. I may have wasted some time on the road, but I definitely didn't do anything..." Fisk took out a newspaper from the cabinet and threw it over. It was the one that recorded the news of Ena Maynard's massacre at the chemical factory.

The expression on Ena Maynard's face became even more embarrassed. She didn't want to explain, and Fisk could also see that she didn't really want to explain this matter.

Then he pursed his lips gently, and did not continue to embarrass her, but said calmly: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to explain. You caused trouble, I will deduct three months' salary from you, is that okay?"

"Boss, no!" Ena Maynard shook her head like a rattle. This time she went back, she had spent almost all of the wages for several months. If her salary stopped again, she would have to shamelessly go to Sister Maria's church to beg for food next month. Fisk sneered, "Then you, go find this woman." Fisk threw the brown paper to her, "If you find her, I'll double your salary.

I can’t find it, and I’ll stop sending it to you for the next six months.”

Ena Maynard opened the file bag and said with embarrassment, "This is an agent and assassin operating all over the world. Where can I find him?"

"That's out of my control. If you can't find it, I'll stop sending it. There's no room for negotiation."

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When Fisk sees Ulysses Klaue again.

He has recovered as before.

And he doesn't have so many bodyguards around him.

But he came alone.

"Vodka is great, I flew it in from Russia."

"Very good!" Ulysses Klaue looked at Fisk and took out his cigar. Fisk lit one and then lit another for himself. "Mr. Fisk, thank you for your hospitality!" Ulysses Klaue said while tapping the table with his fingers. After hesitating for a while, he opened his mouth first: "Mr. Fisk, I need your help."

"What's wrong?" Fisk asked doubtfully, "Did you encounter any difficulties?"

“It’s not a difficult matter, it’s just that it’s a little difficult for me to solve this matter.

To Mr. Fisk, this might be nothing, like drinking alcohol."

Ulysses Klaue showed a wry smile on his face.

The attitude is very humble.

He didn't expect that he would lose to Fisk in a drinking contest, which made him feel very embarrassed, especially since he dragged his subordinates to force Fisk to drink several bottles of wine. But he didn't expect that he would be the first to fall down!