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

She didn't expect that she had been completely exposed from the very beginning.

When did you...discover me?"

Fisk walked up to her.

Looking down at her, “Well, don’t ask questions yet.

You haven’t eaten much all day, you must be hungry, right?

I'll treat you to some high-protein food, it's very nutritious!"

Mai Shiranui showed an expression of struggle on her face, but when she saw the two people lying next to her, she slowly lowered her head in pain.

Fisk laughed proudly, "That's right, there is a way out if you behave yourself."

Mai Shiranui clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms, but she seemed not to feel any pain.

Andy Bogard looked at the scene with his eyes wide open.

He couldn't catch his breath and fainted completely.

And the man dressed as a bartender who stood aside without saying a word.

He couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to attack, but Fisk just looked at him, and he covered his neck, fell to his knees on the ground with a red face, as if all the air had been sucked out of his body.

Chapter 169 The troublemaker comes.

"We're late!"

The X-Men arrived at the scene a little late, and there were only corpses on the ground.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.

The blood on the ground gathered into a small pool, emitting a strange luster under the dim moonlight.

Wolverine squatted down and carefully examined the wounds on the body. His claws popped out inadvertently, flashing a cold light: "The wounds are jagged, and don't seem to be caused by ordinary weapons."

Cyclops' eyes were stern, and red energy beams flickered faintly behind his glasses. "Damn it, I'm still a step too late. I clearly told them not to act rashly."

Jean Grey slowly walked to a corpse, closed her eyes, and tried to sense the remaining spiritual energy: "This place is full of fear and pain, but it is very short-lived. It doesn't seem to last too long."

"It smells like Fisk all over here... It's too strong."

"In such a short time... none of these fighters are good people." Wolverine reached out and picked up a broken arm from the ground. "So many fighters were slaughtered in such a short time. I advise you not to waste any more time."

"You guys?" Cyclops' eyes flashed with dissatisfaction. "What do you mean? Do you want to be a deserter?" His red energy beam was stirring behind his glasses, as if it would burst out at any time.

Wolverine threw the severed arm in his hand casually and looked at Cyclops coldly, "I'm just talking about the facts. I don't want to take unnecessary risks."

"A pointless adventure?" Cyclops stepped forward and looked directly at Wolverine, "These innocent lives cannot die in vain. We have the responsibility to avenge them."

Wolverine sneered, took a step back, picked up a cigar, and put it in his mouth, "Everyone will die, whether early or late."

"He's right!" Nick Fury walked out of the darkness. He was going to leave New York and return to Washington immediately because there were still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with. But Fisk's movement was too big, and the New York branch of SHIELD couldn't pretend to see it.

"Who are you?" Cyclops took a step forward and asked in a bad tone.

Nick Fury leaned against the wall with a lit cigar and nodded to Wolverine, who nodded back. It was obvious that the two knew each other. "Didn't you retire? Why are you out again?"

"I can't stay idle."

"Well, if you can't sit still, find yourself a hobby, like fishing or hunting. If that doesn't work, go pick up girls. Don't just wander around.

You just don’t die easily, but you are not unkillable.”

"Do you know each other?" Cyclops was a little annoyed when Nick Fury ignored him.

"Nick Fury, the CIA's ace agent." Wolverine was interrupted halfway through his words. Nick Fury said bluntly, "Now I'm in S.H.I.E.L.D., and I've been promoted to Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., in charge of a series of supernatural events, including mutants... I'm short on time, so I advise you to leave this matter alone. Fisk is no small character. When you go back, ask Professor Charles to call me. I need an explanation."

Nick Fury said and prepared to leave.

"Stop!" Cyclops called out to him, his face looking somewhat gloomy.

Nick Fury was able to call out Professor Charles by name.

This is enough to prove that his identity is not simple, not to mention that he is so familiar with Wolverine.

However, Fisk has touched the bottom line of the X-Men.

Especially when the other party kills people wantonly.

Nick Fury had a grin on his face, but it returned to normal the moment he turned his head.

"Anything else?"

"We must get rid of Fisk. He is a nuisance. Besides, he has kidnapped our team members."

"Haha!" Nick Fury sneered.

For Nick Fury, there must be a way to deal with all possible threats. For those who cannot be controlled, the best way is to clean them up.

Today, he came to see Fisk. He wanted to talk to Fisk and see if this new King of New York was a controllable existence. But it turned out that Fisk was not a person who could be easily controlled.

Not only did he directly disrupt his possibility and plan of recalling Mrs. Osborn, the legendary agent.

More importantly, Fisk has actually begun contacting Tony Stark.

And the two of them had a very pleasant conversation.

For Nick Fury, this is incredible.

Tony Stark's father, Howard, was one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury knew how many good things this old man had hidden in his hands.

Tony Stark has always been aloof, self-centered, arrogant, and conceited. Nick Fury does not think that being polite to anyone is a bad thing. On the contrary, it is a great thing, because in his opinion, this is a controllable behavior, and people with personality problems can be controlled.

Nick Fury has been screening the people Tony Stark comes into contact with.

He only had one friend, Mr. James Rhodes.

But now it seems.

It seems Tony Stark has a new friend.

This is something Nick Fury cannot accept.

Therefore, after deciding that Fisk could not be controlled, Nick Fury decided to initiate Plan B - to get rid of Fisk.

There are people in this world who are difficult to kill.

But there is absolutely no one who cannot be killed.

Fisk is very powerful.

However, it's not that Nick Fury has no way to kill him.

This X-Men team is definitely no match for Fisk.

But it doesn't matter, Professor Charles behind them can definitely kill Fisk. That is a living fossil weapon that has survived the Cold War. Nick Fury stands at a different point of view, and has always been full of disdain for Professor Charles's idea of ​​coexistence between humans and mutants.

Nick Fury believes that the reason why mutants can now live in peace with humans to a certain extent is because there are extremely powerful super mutants like Professor Charles among them. Once they die, or humans can find a way to solve the problem of all mutants once and for all, then the mutants will disappear in a very short time, and no one will care about the life or death of mutants.

"I'll say this one last time, don't mess with Fisk, you're too weak."

Nick Fury folded his hands across his chest, looking at the X-Men in front of him with a smile on his face. His tone was weird, but his thoughts had drifted to a meeting several years ago.

At that time, he had just become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the World Security Council was not optimistic about him as a director because he proposed a plan to eliminate mutants right from the start.

This made the World Security Council, which had always maintained neutrality, very dissatisfied.

But the main reason is that two members of the World Security Council are supporters of mutants.

At that meeting, Nick Fury made an internal speech without any mercy, and the content of the speech might even cause another war between mutants and humans.

This gave his boss, Alexander Pierce, a headache, and even after the meeting, he declared all the information from that meeting top secret.

“It is undeniable that Professor Charles is powerful, but can you protect mutants for a while, but can you protect them forever?

The power of mankind should not be underestimated. When we make up our minds, the end of mutants is not far away."

"You're starting a war!" A board member stared at Nick Fury.

Nick Fury was unmoved. "This is not a war, this is the law of survival. The special abilities of mutants are a threat to humans. As long as this threat exists, humans will never be truly at ease."

Another council member retorted: "The vast majority of mutants have never intended to threaten humans, they just want to coexist peacefully."

Nick Fury sneered, "Peaceful coexistence? That's just your wishful thinking. As long as there is a hint of hidden danger, I will take action."

"Can't we understand each other and find a solution together?"

Nick Fury shook his head. "Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel. In the face of interests and survival, understanding is often the most luxurious thing..."

However, the final result of that meeting was that Nick Fury's proposal was rejected.

But now he obviously has a better choice.

That is to lead the mutants into a war with Fisk.

With the strength shown by Fisk, even if Professor Charles is able to kill him in the end, he will definitely be seriously injured. At that time, SHIELD can eliminate or control this largest mutant organization and absorb those powerful mutant students into SHIELD, instead of letting them become uncontrollable hidden dangers in the future.

"We are indeed no match for him." Cyclops stared at Nick Fury closely, "But if you can help us, I believe this is not a difficult task!"

Nick Fury still had a sneer on his face, but he knew in his heart that his plan was about to succeed. "Tsk tsk, come with me, I will take you to see his strength. I hope you can still have such confidence in the future."

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In the early morning, the sunshine of New York spreads over the city. The golden light is like a soft veil, slowly covering the spires of skyscrapers, the corners of busy streets and the shoulders of the bustling crowds.

The sunlight penetrated the thin clouds, outlining a clear and bright outline for the entire city.

The glass curtain walls of the high-rise buildings reflect the sunlight, shining brightly like huge gems.

The bloodiness from late last night has long since disappeared without a trace.

The early morning sunshine in New York is full of vitality and vigor. It awakens the city and starts a new day of busyness and excitement.

Fisk stood in front of the mirror, looking focused yet relaxed.

Beside him, Mina the sheep was carefully helping him put on his suit.

Mina gently picked up the white shirt, skillfully helped Fisk put his arms through the sleeves, and buttoned it for him carefully and attentively, as if she was treating an extremely precious treasure.

At the same time, Mai Shiranui knelt on the ground beside her, her eyes dull and empty, like two bottomless dry wells, without a trace of life or energy.

Her eyes seemed frozen, fixed on an unknown point in front of her, but it seemed as if she saw nothing. Her eyes, which were originally lively and charming, had lost all their luster at this moment, like a dusty gem, dull and lifeless.