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

As long as the war continues, the military factories will receive a steady stream of orders and make huge profits.

However, it was these military factories that became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the Hammer Group. Excessive expansion and high debt put the Hammer Group in trouble. The construction and operation of military factories required a large amount of capital investment, while market changes and intensified competition led to a gradual decrease in orders.

At the same time, the high maintenance costs and employee salaries also put a heavy burden on the Hammer Group.

Behind this seemingly powerful industrial empire, there are countless crises and hidden dangers. When the economic situation deteriorates, orders decrease, and debt pressure increases, these military factories become a heavy burden. They cannot bring enough profits to the Hammer Group, but instead become a black hole that devours funds.

Hammer Group struggles in its predicament and tries to find a way out, but finds itself stuck in a quagmire from which it cannot extricate itself. This is also the fundamental reason why Justin is on the verge of collapse.

But at the same time, he also saw the possible opportunities therein.

Compared to Justin, a large amount of money was invested to restore these factories.

Fisk's relationship with Ross also allows him to easily get orders that Justin could never dream of getting.

Yes, it is easy to revitalize the entire Hammer Group.

But - isn't 30 percent of the shares a bit too little?

"Mr. Justin, I need some time to think about this matter."

Thinking of this, Fisk's tone remained calm.

Justin watched Fisk hesitate.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and handed over a golden card.

"What do you mean, Mr. Justin?" Fisk's smile suddenly became a little strange. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the golden card in Justin's hand. With his sharp eyes, he saw the number on the golden card clearly. It should be a room number. A hint of amusement flashed in Fisk's eyes. He raised his chin slightly and looked at Justin with a smile.

"Mr. Justin, this is a really special gift. But do you think I will accept it?" Justin showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, but soon regained his composure. "Mr. Fisk, I just want to express my sincerity. You can use this room at any time. There are some small surprises waiting for you inside."

Fisk's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile. "Mr. Justin, I feel your sincerity. But I'm not someone who can be easily bribed."

"What you said, Mr. Fisk, I don't mean to bribe you. I just found out about your help to Justine. She is very concerned about the position of cheerleading captain. If her leg and wrist are injured, she may be removed from the cheerleading team by the teacher, which will make her very uncomfortable.

I only have one precious daughter, I can't bear to see her unhappy, you have helped me so much and I should thank you."

Justin's tone was sincere and his eyes showed his love for his daughter.

He leaned forward slightly and continued, “Mr. Fisk, I know you are a man of principle, but please believe that my intention is purely out of gratitude.

This room is just a small gesture, I hope you won’t misunderstand it.”

Fisk looked at Justin quietly, his expression still unreadable. He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Mr. Justin, your daughter is lucky to have a father like you who cares about her. I'll accept it!"

"You're so polite." Justin finally smiled. "It's right upstairs in this building. I wish you happiness."

Having said that, he slowly left.

Fisk glanced in the direction he had left.

But he never saw his wife and daughter again.

There was only his back as he left the party alone.

Playing with the room card in hand.

Fisk chuckled.

He was curious about what would be in the room?

But hopefully Justin won't let him down.

At this moment, Fisk suddenly noticed something unusual.

Those people slowly surrounded him.

Fisk narrowed his eyes.

It seems that these guys are targeting themselves.

Peter Parker also raised his head.

Lester noticed it, too.

Even Mrs. Osborne was no exception.

Fisk winked at Lester, telling him to be patient.

Then he walked out of the banquet hall.

Inez Temple, a freelance mercenary and a mutant.

From Texas, he has super strength, super healing, super endurance and control of firearms.

He can be considered the ace bounty hunter among mutants.

Of course, there is still a big gap between her, a wild-arts person, and someone like Lester who already has a background in the Ministry of Defense.

She looked at Fisk who was walking outside.

He gently put down the champagne in his hand and walked towards the bathroom.

Lester had no intention of taking any action.

He still followed Mrs. Stacy.

Since the boss wanted to have some fun, how could he, as an employee, not be tactful and disturb him?

Mrs. Osborne narrowed her eyes.

Quietly left the crowd.

Peter Parker, as a bystander, saw all of this.

He was in a state of hesitation.

It was not until a long time later that I saw that they had not returned yet.

Then she pretended to have a stomachache and dragged Harry to the bathroom.

However, that was more than twenty minutes later.

Inez Temple's figure is tall and fiery, like a burning flame, with long and straight legs, tight and powerful lines, as if carefully carved by the most skilled sculptor.

The slender waist can be held in one hand, and as it twists gently, it exudes a fatal temptation.

The most eye-catching thing about her is her proud peak.

Of course, only a few people know that this is not natural.

only.

Most of the people who knew are already dead.

"Boss, he's alone!"

The voices of my teammates came into my ears.

Inez Temple had naturally heard about Fisk's deeds and also knew his fighting ability, but she was not worried at all. This might be the so-called newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger!

She pulled out the dagger from her waist and gently let the sword knock against the tiles on the wall. The crisp sound echoed in the silent space, as if it was her battle drum challenging the unknown. Her eyes were firm and fearless, staring at the front, as if Fisk would walk out of the darkness at any time.

She raised her chin slightly, her golden hair gleaming in the dim light. Her proud figure exuded a wild beauty, and her tight combat uniform outlined her perfect curves, especially her full breasts, which rose and fell slightly with her breathing, as if declaring her strength and confidence.

The dagger in her hand flashed with cold light as she fiddled with it. The blade was so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through any obstacle easily. She gently turned her wrist, and the dagger drew a graceful arc in the air, with a fierce momentum. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile, as if to say that no matter how powerful Fisk was, she had the confidence to fight him.

Her teammates also arrived behind her.

Without exception, they were all mutants. She gently raised her finger behind her.

"Don't use your gun yet, Rat, you go first!"

A thin man walked to the bathroom door, pulled out a dagger, and slowly pushed it towards the bathroom door.

As the door hinge creaked slightly, everyone's heart jumped into their throat. They were all focused, staring at the slowly opening door, as if there was a huge unknown danger hidden behind the door. The thin man's hand trembled slightly, but he still held the dagger firmly and moved forward step by step.

His eyes flashed with tension and determination. Before taking action, he looked at Captain Inez Temple again, as if drawing courage from her. Then, he took a deep breath and took the first step forward.

But in the next second, a hand suddenly rushed out from the door. The hand was like an iron clamp, grabbing the man's neck with amazing speed and strength. The man was shocked, but his years of combat experience allowed him to react quickly. He immediately activated his mutant ability to fight back. Suddenly, a layer of faint light appeared around his body, which quickly condensed into a substantial shield, trying to resist the hand that tightly grasped his neck.

At the same time, his eyes shot out two blazing rays of light, shooting straight at the enemy inside the door. Wherever the rays passed, the air seemed to be burned and twisted. However, despite his best efforts, he was still dragged in without any mercy.

The power of that palm seemed irresistible. The man's shield gradually began to crack under the powerful pulling force, and the light he shot out was swallowed up by the darkness inside the door, as if it had never existed.

Inez Temple kicked the door open and rushed in. But she found nothing in the bathroom except the body of her teammate hanging from the ceiling. Fisk disappeared from the bathroom.

Inez Temple suddenly felt a chill down her spine and looked back subconsciously, only to hear a slight gunshot outside.

Mrs. Osborn launched a sneak attack from behind, and the mutants who had not yet had time to enter the bathroom were immediately shot to pieces. The bullets entered their backs of the heads and exited from their fronts, leaving fist-sized scars on their foreheads. No one survived, and all were shot to death on the spot.

Inez's eyes widened, anger and shock surged in her heart. She quickly dodged to the side and drew her pistol, ready to deal with Mrs. Osborne's attack.

Mrs. Osborne had a grim smile on her face. She had already hidden to the side of the wall. The gun in her hand was still emitting smoke. Because it was equipped with a silencer, it did not make much noise. In addition, melodious dance music was playing in the banquet hall, so no one heard the gunshot at all.

"Damn bitch!"

Inez knew that now was not the time to argue. Fisk was missing and there was a sharpshooter outside. She was suddenly in a passive situation. She had to find a way to get out of this predicament as soon as possible. She looked around, looking for an opportunity to take advantage of.

Suddenly, she saw the window next to her, and with an idea in her mind, she rushed to the window, hoping to escape from there.

Mrs. Osborne immediately opened fire, but Inez dodged the bullets nimbly and finally rushed to the window.

Without hesitation, she broke through the window and jumped out.

Mrs. Osborne rushed to the window and was about to look out, but the next second a hand suddenly came up from the platform below and grabbed Mrs. Osborne's expensive, gorgeous and extremely sexy evening dress. Mrs. Osborne screamed and a look of panic appeared on her face.

She tried to break free from the grip of the hand, but it held her tightly with surprising strength.

Just as Mrs. Osborne was panicking, a figure flashed out from the side. It turned out that Inez Temple pretended to jump out of the window to deliberately lead Mrs. Osborne to the window.

There was a sly and resolute look in her eyes, and she held the dagger tightly in her hand, ready to strike at any time. "Humph, you didn't expect that!"

Inez sneered.

Mrs. Osborne had no intention of talking to her at all. She turned her wrist and aimed at Inez Temple's head. At the same time, she raised her arm and hit Inez Temple's chest with her elbow, preparing to push her out again.

Inez Temple's eyes fixed, and she reacted quickly. She quickly dodged to the side, barely avoiding the bullet that Mrs. Osborn shot at her head, and at the same time raised her arm to block Mrs. Osborn's elbow. The elbow and arm collided with a dull sound, and Mrs. Osborn felt a strong force coming, and her arm was numb. But she gritted her teeth and did not retreat. Inez Temple took advantage of the situation to grab Mrs. Osborn's arm and twisted it hard. With a click, Mrs. Osborn's wrist was removed, and she took advantage of the situation to grab Mrs. Osborn's neck. Mrs. Osborn obviously did not expect that this guy was actually a mutant with such great power. A momentary mistake made her fall into a disadvantage.

Just as Inez Temple was about to grab Mrs. Osborne's neck, a large, thick hand grabbed Inez Temple's arm. Inez Temple's eyes suddenly shrank, and she turned back abruptly. She immediately saw an incredible scene. Fisk was actually floating outside the window, floating behind her.

Fisk was like a god descending to earth, his tall body hanging steadily in the air. His face was cold and majestic, and his eyes flashed with a deep light, as if he could see through everything.

The white suit fluttered gently in the breeze, outlining his strong silhouette.

The broad shoulders seem to be able to carry the weight of the whole world, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Fisk just floated quietly, exuding an irresistible and powerful aura, as if he was the master of this world.