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

After all, the vampire family is very powerful. Although it is much weaker than MI13, it is not something that ordinary forces can deal with.

The strength shown by Fisk proved that he had the ability to destroy the vampire family.

Even if Fisk fails.

Military Intelligence Bureau can also distance itself from the matter.

Chapter 145 Conspiracy.

Italy's Molise National Park contains some of the oldest beech forests in Europe.

These forests have survived to this day because their inaccessible location has allowed the trees to remain uncut for centuries.

Many residents living in the park know that there is a huge manor deep in the forest.

But they don't know who the owner of this manor is, nor do they know the history of this manor. It seems that the whole manor is shrouded in a mysterious veil. Normally, few people enter it. If it weren't for the trucks purchasing daily necessities and food, people would probably think that this huge manor had been abandoned long ago.

However, today, this manor is very lively.

Luxury cars drove in one after another quickly. Security guards in black suits kept wandering in the forest, and anyone who approached had to show an invitation letter.

Those without an invitation will be kindly asked to leave.

The whole forest was filled with a feeling of being faced with a formidable enemy.

It's getting darker.

Seven or eight buses were parked outside the park.

They were not tourists coming here for a picnic.

Private picnics are also not allowed in Molise National Park, especially now that it is in the dry season, when the slightest spark could cause a forest fire that could devastate the ecosystem.

Fisk walked down, followed by the gunmen he brought with him and Angela.

Erica and Melanie went to Spain first. They would transfer back to the United States in Spain and take all the research materials of the Life Foundation with them.

Because a lot of information is in paper form.

These paper documents are of great research value.

After all, this is the result of research conducted by the Life Science Foundation at a cost of billions of euros.

Just to be on the safe side.

Fisk had no choice but to send both of them back together.

It is to prevent people from MI13 from doing anything shady.

Regarding the transfer, Fisk called Klaue and asked him for help.

Claude is in Spain at the moment. After all, Morocco is opposite Spain, so it is very easy to go to Africa.

Claude arranged the plane very readily.

Fisk had just made a satellite call with Erica. They had already boarded a plane back to the United States and would arrive in the United States in seven or eight hours at most.

In addition, after rescuing the people, Fisk can go to Spain to meet Klaue in advance, instead of waiting until Klaue's birthday. Klaue said he would take him to see the hardest metal mine in the world.

However, this is all for the future.

The most important thing right now is to rescue Mrs. Stacy.

"I can only take you so far." Gloria Yana was wearing a leather jacket. The slim leather jacket tightly wrapped her curvy figure, perfectly outlining her curves.

Her slender waist seemed fragile, yet contained strong strength. Her plump breasts looked more upright in the leather jacket, exuding the charm of a soft and feminine woman.

Her slender legs were wrapped in tight leather pants, and the collar of her leather jacket was slightly open, revealing her fair and slender neck, like an elegant swan.

Gloria Yana raised her arm and gently tidied her hair that was messed up by the wind. That unintentional movement was full of charm. Her fingers were long and slender, with a slight pink color at the joints, like a carefully crafted work of art.

It's just that it feels a little awkward when I walk.

It makes me a little worried. Is he injured?

Two more trucks drove up in the distance. They were ordinary-looking vans, but the things they unloaded were not cargoes but boxes of munitions.

The first thing that caught my eye was the brand new automatic rifles, with their bodies emitting a cold metallic luster and neatly arranged in the box. There were also two boxes of magazines already filled with bullets, which saved me a lot of trouble.

Next came five boxes of grenades, small and heavy, with hard shells and dangerous flashes on the pull rings, as if hinting at their powerful destructive power.

Two boxes of offensive grenades.

Two boxes of defensive grenades.

There is also a box of C4 plastic explosives. These explosives have been affixed with detonators and tied with tape. They can be torn off and thrown away, and then they can be directly detonated remotely.

There are also these two boxes of RPG rocket launchers, equipped with two boxes of thermobaric explosive warheads.

But the most eye-catching thing is the three heavy machine guns, with huge gun bodies, heavy tripods, and bullet chains coiled like snakes in the boxes. The appearance of these weapons made the atmosphere on the scene tense and depressing in an instant, as if the shadow of war was about to loom.

Fisk just took a glance and then looked up at Gloria Yana.

"that's it?"

"No!" Gloria Yana whistled softly.

There was a thunderous roar in the distance.

Three or four tanks rushed out of the trenches, followed by two infantry fighting vehicles equipped with anti-aircraft guns.

The tank tracks rolled forward, crushing the sand and gravel on the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

Their thick armor gleams with a cold metallic light even in the dark, like unshakable steel monsters.

The gun barrel is raised high and pointed into the distance, full of deterrence.

The anti-aircraft guns on the infantry fighting vehicles turned flexibly, and the muzzles flashed a cold light. The soldiers following behind were all wearing camouflage uniforms and smeared with oil paint on their faces. Their appearances could not be seen at all, and only pairs of eyes without any emotion could be seen.

"They will all obey your orders unconditionally. Once captured alive, they will commit suicide without hesitation."

"Death warrior?"

"Yeah!" Gloria Yana neither denied nor confirmed, she just hummed softly, and then had no intention of continuing the conversation.

Then he walked towards the truck.

Fisk grinned.

Looking at Gloria Yana's back.

Just about to look away.

Gloria Yana suddenly said, "I'm getting married next month in England. Can you come and attend?"

Gloria Yana didn't know why she suddenly said such a thing, and she didn't know why she invited Fisk, the bastard.

She was a little confused.

Was it because of what happened on the yacht?

Shouldn't that be the devil himself?

Why......

Gloria Yana, the person who asked the question, suddenly stood there as if the pause button had been pressed. She didn't respond for a long time and no one knew what she was thinking.

Until Fisk spoke up.

Gloria Yana seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

Fisk looked at her and suddenly smiled and said, "I will definitely go, and I will definitely bring you a gift."

"um. Thank you."

Gloria Yana said this and got on the truck.

Angela's expression was a little complicated, but a strange look flashed in her eyes.

She couldn't help but think of that damn man who left her alone in the room.

"Want to get married?"

"hehe!"

A ferocious smile appeared on Angela's lips.

She pursed her lips.

It seems that I already have a plan in mind.

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The sky became completely dark.

Deep in the deep forest, an ancient castle stands under the moonlight.

This castle is where Louise lives, exuding a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.

At this moment, an open-air symphony was being held on the open grass in front of the castle. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the musicians and the audience. The musicians were dressed in black suits, and the instruments in their hands shimmered in the moonlight. The conductor waved his baton gracefully, and the notes jumped out like elves, filling the entire forest.

The deep cello sound seems to be the murmur of an ancient castle, telling of the vicissitudes of time; the melodious violin sound is like a whisper in the night wind, stirring people's heartstrings, and the passionate wind instruments are like the unruly souls of the guests, breaking through the shackles of darkness.

The guests listened quietly, their pale faces looked particularly grim under the moonlight, their eyes flashed with strange lights, some were immersed in the world of music, and some were deep in thought.

The aftermath of the symphony has not yet dissipated.

A fashion model show is already under intense preparation.

The models from Milan are actively preparing and rehearsing along the makeshift stage.

The black stage is several meters high.

It's like a towering cliff, as if one wrong step would lead to falling into the abyss.

They are dressed in gorgeous and unique costumes, some of which are mainly made of black lace and satin, showing a mysterious and seductive charm, while others use bright colors and exaggerated designs, highlighting their personality and publicity.

This is both a model show and a beauty pageant.

Although time is very short, when it comes to money, shortness of time does not necessarily mean imperfection.

Louise sat in the castle.

She was wearing a gorgeous long dress, with jade and pearls around her neck, and more than a dozen maids were helping her put on makeup and take care of her clothes.

She looked at herself in the mirror.