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

“Originally, I had prepared some other rewards for you, dear, but you are still a little weak. I thought you would kill that idiot easily, but in the end you were reduced to burning your soul to achieve victory.

I thought about it for a long time and finally decided to give you a benefit.

There are countless people within my territory.

There are weak ones among them.

But there are also strong ones, they fight for me and entertain me.

To reward them and also to test them.

Every once in a while I throw a big party.

In this banquet, strong men from all planets and territories will fight and kill in the same arena. They will decide a champion, and this champion will get everything from all the other losers, including their lives, souls, wealth and power.

My dear, although I like you very much, you were not qualified to enter originally. But with this ticket, it will be different. You will be qualified to enter this banquet, and I believe you have the ability to make it to the end.

After all, my dear, you are the one I have chosen! "

"Is this the reward you're talking about?" Fisk was speechless.

"Why? Don't you think it's worth it?"

"Well, I burned nearly a thousand souls, including some colorful souls that I didn't have time to swallow, and you just gave me a chance to die? This doesn't make sense." Fisk shook the ticket in his hand, "Is there any substantial reward?"

"Hehehe!" The voice beside my ear suddenly laughed, "Honey, you are so greedy, how about this?

Originally, as the leader of the party, I was not allowed to cheat.

However, I can now give you some help during the banquet, how about that?

How about this condition? "

"You might as well just declare me the winner!"

"No, I have to be fair, at least on the surface."

“What will my reward be?”

"Don't worry, dear, it will definitely be a reward that you will be satisfied with."

"for example?"

"Oh, this is difficult for me, because I usually don't care about the things called spoils of war... I remember, for example, some equipment that can enhance your body, some drawings of technological creations, and some extremely precious metals..."

"Technological artifacts, blueprints?"

"Yes, because those contestants come from various planets. Some people whose bodies have been transformed into metal will also participate in this competition. They will place bets and use the drawings of their proud works to bet in order to obtain other drawings... They call themselves the Mechanicus!"

Fisk was somewhat excited. The Resident Evil world would definitely become a factory, but he still hadn't figured out what to produce. He couldn't really produce only Viagra.

"When?"

"at any time!"

"Are the flow rates of the two worlds different?"

"Of course, you're so clever, dear!"

Fisk nodded thoughtfully.

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Walked back to the dining table.

But before they could order, General Ross walked in from the door.

Fisk frowned.

However, I saw that it was completely dark outside.

Fisk was relieved.

"General Ross, you are really punctual!"

Ross didn't say anything, but just waved his hand, and the men in black following him drove everyone else out of the restaurant.

However, he did not drive away the cooks and waiters.

Instead, he raised the box in his hand and took out two bottles of brandy that looked like they were packaged in very old style.

"Mr. Fisk, two drinks?"

Gwen looked at these men in black with some wariness, which reminded her of those idiots from S.H.I.E.L.D. After all, those guys were very rough and did not leave a good impression on her.

However, judging from Mr. Fisk's expression, he seemed to know this guy.

Gwen felt a little more relaxed.

Fisk handed the menu to the waiter, squinted at Ross and said, "I have guests!" Then he glanced at Gwen.

Ross looked at Gwen, his tone gentle, not at all like an iron-blooded general: "Sorry, little girl, you don't mind your Mr. Fisk having a couple of drinks, do you?"

Gwen pursed her lips and said, "I wouldn't mind if you could pour me a glass."

Ross immediately frowned and said, "No, according to local law, you are not allowed to drink alcohol if you are under 22 years old!"

"That bothers me."

Gwen's words made General Ross choke.

I almost choked on my saliva.

He looked at the clever little girl.

I couldn't help but think of my daughter when she was a child.

He immediately smiled and said to the waiter: "Bring me a beer, no ice."

"Understood sir."

When the beer came, he placed it in front of Gwen: "However, if you only drink wheat drinks, there is no age limit."

"Then I don't mind." Gwen's eyes lit up. She didn't know why this little girl liked drinking, and she didn't know where she learned it from.

But Fisk covered the cup with his hand.

When he raised his hand, only half of the full glass of beer was left, and the other half turned into water and continued to flow in Fisk's hand. "You can only drink half a glass."

"Mr. Fisk!" Gwen was about to pout again, but Fisk immediately glared at her and said, "If you keep yelling, I'll tell your mother."

"Hmph!" Gwen immediately took the other half cup into her arms.

Then, he sat at the next table.

"Is this your daughter?" Ross's attitude towards Fisk was obviously much gentler. As someone who also has a daughter, Ross would be more tolerant of those subordinates who have daughters. Perhaps it was because he realized how difficult it was to raise a daughter.

"It's my stepdaughter!" Gwen's voice came from the side.

Fisk nodded and flicked his fingers lightly, and the beer stream rolling on the palms and backs of his hands flew into the trash can beside him.

"Yes, my stepdaughter!"

"A stepdaughter is also a daughter." Ross was not prepared to continue discussing this topic. "Thank you for what you did this afternoon! If it weren't for you, the whole of Washington would have been in flames by now, right?

You are a hero to all of America and to Washington, D.C.”

Fisk understood that Ross must have come to him to negotiate.

After all, he had successfully demonstrated his strength through what happened in the afternoon, and Ross now had to re-evaluate their relationship.

But this guy started to put a big hat on himself right from the start.

how?

Is this a threat to myself from a moral perspective?

Fisk couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

I am the most immoral person.

Fisk sneered: "General, I didn't want to save America or Washington. I just did something that I thought was meaningful to me. As for how to view this matter, that is other people's business and has nothing to do with me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the restaurant became more solemn, as if the air had solidified.

The smile on General Ross's face also faded.

However, he soon broke the brief silence again.

He opened the bottle of brandy in front of him himself.

In fact, wine like this needs to be decanted, otherwise it will taste a bit bitter.

But, being unconscious does not mean you cannot drink.

He personally poured a glass for Fisk, then poured himself a glass, raised his glass and said, "I apologize for my previous rudeness, but I came here today not to be angry with you, but to cooperate with you."

Fisk took a sip of wine and said slowly, "Cooperation? General, what exactly do you mean by cooperation?"

General Ross looked determined: "Let's jointly deal with possible crises in the future. If your abilities can be used for justice, they will surely play a huge role!"

"Hahaha!"

“Is this Capitol Hill?”

"Tsk tsk tsk, I just think the atmosphere here is a bit dull." General Ross said with some humor: "Before, in my opinion, you are just a small thug, a small thug who can be discarded after use.

However, I am now re-evaluating our partnership.”

"General Ross, you've become so frank all of a sudden. I'm a little uncomfortable with that." Fisk took a sip of the drink in his hand and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Let's not talk about it for now, let's drink first." Ross poured Fisk another full glass. This kind of wine has a very high alcohol content, so usually only the bottom of the glass is filled. Even if some people want to drink, they can only pour a medium glass at most and put ice cubes in it. Otherwise, the spiciness of the alcohol is enough to destroy the tongue and throat.

Fisk looked at the brandy in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

This made Ross's eyes darken slightly, but he clapped his hands soon and said, "Great. Then I won't waste any more words. Everything will go according to the original plan. We will provide weapons to Japan according to the plan, but we can't use the open account, so we need a middleman like you, and then you collect the money and send it back to the Ministry of Defense through other channels. Of course, you can also take a cut from it."

"The middleman, I think it's white gloves!"

"If something goes wrong, just kick me away."

Fisk's words were full of disdain. "You sent your son-in-law to New York, wasn't it just so that one day, when the truth is revealed, you can get rid of me more easily?"

"Russell will be transferred soon." Ross said nonchalantly, as if he didn't hear the sarcasm in Fisk's words at all: "You will never see him again."

"Are you going to kill him?"

"No! I plan to transfer him to Congo-Kinshasa as an ambassador. It's a good place, I hope he will like it." Ross said with a smile: "How is it? My sincerity is sufficient, right?"