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

But at this moment, she suddenly discovered that her ability to control the storm had disappeared.

The strong wind that had been following her all along suddenly betrayed her, and the powerful airflow held her firmly in the air. Ororo was shocked, her face full of disbelief. "How could this happen?" She murmured to herself, and despair instantly surged into her heart.

She looked down at Tracha who was still struggling with Fisk, and noticed Fisk's tightly clenched hand. She understood that it was that hand that made her lose her greatest support.

She had never felt so powerless in a day.

Faced with Fisk's powerful and mysterious force, she completely lost the will to resist.

From the corner of his eye, Tracha caught a glimpse of Ororo flying in the air.

He thought Ororo was worried about him, so he shouted at the top of his lungs again: "Ororo, leave me alone, get out of here! Go get help!"

But soon, he discovered that something was wrong with Ororo.

She struggled desperately in the air, but was unable to move at all. Her originally agile and free body was now firmly restrained by an invisible force.

Tracha's heart suddenly felt like it was falling into an ice cellar, and despair surged like a tide.

At this time, Fisk turned his attention back to Tracha.

His powerful hands grabbed the vibranium armor that Tracha was proud of, and dazzling golden light began to ripple on his palms. Both palms began to vibrate at an extremely high frequency, and no one could detect the invisible sound waves. But the next second, Fisk's two hands tore the vibranium armor into pieces easily like tearing a piece of thin paper.

Pieces of vibranium fragments were scattered all over the ground, flashing cold light in the sunlight penetrating through the dark clouds, as if telling this cruel reality.

Tracha's eyes widened, unable to believe what he saw. This set of armor that had given him infinite confidence and a sense of security was now so vulnerable.

His heart sank to the bottom as his armor shattered. Was he really going to die here today?

At this moment, a huge rhinoceros suddenly came running from a distance.

M'Baku, the son of a border tribe, controlled the rhino and launched a fierce attack on Fisk, trying to save their prince Tracha.

Fisk turned around and faced the rhino running towards him without any fear on his face. He threw away the Tracha in his hand.

He watched the rhino rushing towards him with the force of thunder, its sharp horn piercing him. However, Fisk did not dodge, but stretched out his hands and grabbed the rhino horn directly.

"Boom!"

A deafening impact sound followed, the sound seemed to be able to break a person's eardrums, like the roar of thousands of thunders, or like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting.

Fisk's muscles all over his body made a creaking sound, the sound was dull and chilling, as if a violent mechanical operation was going on inside his body. His arm muscles bulged like small hills, and his veins bulged out, like thick green snakes crawling under his skin. Every vein was clearly visible, highlighting the terrifying power that was about to explode.

Fisk and the rhino began to wrestle, and the rhino's huge body exploded with all its strength, its four hooves leaving deep marks on the ground, and it struggled desperately to break free. Its eyes were bloodshot, and its nostrils were breathing heavily, and it let out an angry roar.

But Fisk did not move at all, his feet seemed to be rooted deep in the earth, as steady as a mountain. His body leaned forward slightly, his hands tightly grasping the rhino's horn, like an unshakable god of war, suppressing the rhino's resistance with absolute power.

Fisk, who was bearing the impact of the rhino, accelerated the accumulation of energy in his muscles. At the same time, a dazzling colorful light appeared on his body. He exerted force suddenly, and the force seemed to erupt from deep underground. He relied on this terrifyingly huge force to press the rhino to the ground.

"Moo!"

The rhinoceros let out an angry roar that shook the sky. It struggled with all its might, kicking its four hooves wildly, digging deep grooves in the ground, but all this was in vain.

There was a flash of cruelty in Fisk's eyes, and that look seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld, making people shudder. He raised his fist high, and that fist was like a huge hammer, smashing into the rhino's head with a whirring sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Heavy and intensive blows were heard, and each punch carried endless power, as if it could shatter mountains and rivers.

The rhino's head began to deform under the heavy blow. The sound of broken bones could be clearly heard. Blood splattered everywhere, dyeing a large area of ​​land red.

Mbaku was thrown out and fell heavily to the ground. He didn't care about the pain on his body. He shouted loudly to try to get the rhino to stand up, "Get up! Get up!"

His voice was filled with despair and unwillingness. But it was too late to save the Rhino, whose strength gradually faded under Fisk's heavy blows.

In the end, the rhino's head was smashed to pieces, and its huge body collapsed to the ground without a sound, and the surroundings fell into dead silence.

Fisk stumbled back a step.

But he quickly steadied himself.

There was a deep mockery on his face.

Monica walked over slowly, her steps light and cautious.

She approached Fisk step by step, then stood quietly, hiding her body completely under Fisk's wide shadow, as if seeking shelter from the scorching and dazzling sunlight from the sky.

At the same time, there was admiration in her eyes so strong that it almost overflowed.

Her eyes were bright and blazing, like two burning stars. She stared at Fisk without blinking, without the slightest hesitation or distraction, as if Fisk was the only focus of the world at that moment.

"Sure enough, I didn't choose the wrong person."

Monica just felt extremely relieved at this moment.

The suit was taken off in advance and waved to the distance. At this moment, the suit that survived the disaster waved, and a cigar flew out of the suit.

Fisk took the cigar and put it in his mouth, and Monica stood on tiptoes to light it for him.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled smoke rings. The smoke swirled around his face, making his features look hazy and mysterious.

Fisk narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying this moment of peace and relaxation.

Every breath he took was accompanied by the inhalation and exhalation of smoke. The smoke seemed to have life, swirling above his head and then slowly dissipating.

His expression was lazy and comfortable, as if all the chaos around him had nothing to do with him and he was just immersed in this world of smoking.

He lowered his head, his eyes like cold swords looking at the three dying people on the ground in front of him. There was no mercy in his eyes, only coldness and ruthlessness.

He looked at the fear and panic in their eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a hideous smile. That smile was like the devil's mockery, and it was creepy.

"From this moment on, you are my prisoners."

Fisk's voice was low and hoarse, with an irresistible majesty. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the three people hard, making their bodies tremble involuntarily.

"I hope your value is enough to satisfy me."

"Otherwise...tsk tsk tsk..."

Chapter 158: A fruitful harvest, returning to New York.

"Who are you anyway?"

Terra looked at Fisk, struggling and shouting.

But before his words came out of his mouth, the handle of the gun next to him hit him hard on the head.

One hit after another, until he was smashed into a bloody mess.

The gunman in charge of escorting him tied up his eyes and mouth with tape.

Ororo was very cooperative.

But, in a way, she was in absolute shock at this moment.

Because, she found out over the years.

His ability to control the storm disappeared without his noticing.

It's as if it had never existed.

Ororo, like all mutants, is disgusted by the fact that he is different from ordinary people. After all, no one wants to be different, but Ororo, like most mutants, believes that his abilities are given by God and are a manifestation of his superiority.

Now I suddenly lost my ability.

This was unacceptable to Ororo.

The gunmen came over and taped Ororo's eyes and mouth, and put noise-isolating headphones on her.

Then I put her in the box. There were ventilation holes on the box, so there was no need to worry about suffocation.

Crow walked over excitedly.

An irrepressible smile spread across his face.

"Hahaha! Fisk, we're rich. Although there are no vibranium mines here, there are a large number of spears and shields, as well as many vibranium ingots that have not yet been cast into spears and shields!" As he spoke, the mercenaries and gunners had already dragged out a large number of spears and shields from the room and began to pack them.

Fisk glanced at the dark clouds in the sky that had dispersed, clenched his fist, and the dark clouds gathered again: "We don't have much time. Tell your men to move faster. Is this harvest enough for us to share?"

"Got it." Crow put away the smile on his face and nodded very seriously.

Because I rehearsed it many times in advance.

Therefore, it took more than ten minutes to clean up the battlefield.

But they didn't leave immediately.

But he hid himself.

Half an hour later.

Suddenly, several extremely fast aircraft appeared in the sky, streaking across the sky like lightning, with strong airflow and sharp whistling sounds. These aircraft had smooth lines, shining with a mysterious metallic luster, and were full of a futuristic technological atmosphere.

The aircraft slowly landed, the hatch opened, and a group of bald figures in red guard uniforms walked down. They were the female guards from Wakanda.

They were dressed in unique combat uniforms, well-equipped, and had sharp eyes. Even when they saw the border tribes that had become ruins, their faces showed expressions of shock and horror.

The once bustling and prosperous tribe is now in ruins. Black smoke from the raging fire is still rising. Houses have collapsed, the ground is charred, and there is deathly silence. There are corpses everywhere. Even the stench of the burning corpses cannot cover up the strong smell of blood.

"What's going on!" One of the female guards said in a trembling voice with unbelievable horror.

"What happened?" Another female guard widened her eyes and looked around the ruins in panic.

"Damn it, don't just stand there, go and see if there is anyone alive." The female guard who spoke tightly gripped the weapon in her hand. The skin on her palm was originally dark, but at this moment it turned white due to excessive force.

"Who the hell did this!" A female guard couldn't help but dry heave, her voice filled with pain and anger.

"Find His Royal Highness the Prince first!"

The older-looking female guard had a frown on her face, her expression solemn and worried.

Even the most elite female guards were deeply shocked by the scene before them. Their words were filled with shock, anger and fear of the unknown enemy.

More female guard members walked down from the spaceship.

The spacecraft landed directly on the ruins of a house.

There was still some unburned flame on the ground, but this was not a big problem for a spaceship that was made entirely of vibranium.

The guard members quickly dispersed in the village that had become ruins.

Fisk immediately gave the order to attack.

In an instant, intensive gunfire began to sound in the village.

The female guard members did not expect that there were enemies lying in ambush here.