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

The whirlpool on the sea surface was still spinning wildly, but with the death of Krauser, the terrifying aura gradually dissipated. Fisk hovered quietly in the air, watching the sea surface gradually return to calm, but he did not relax at all.

Because Fisk could feel that Krauser was not completely dead, but he had completely disappeared from Fisk's perception.

Until Sally's voice appeared.

Then he realized that he had won.

"Congratulations, dear!"

Chapter 195 It’s not over yet.

The copper rain in the sky gradually began to dissipate. The metal raindrops that looked like a doomsday scene became sparse one by one until they disappeared completely. The eye of the storm that seemed to destroy the world also slowly disappeared. The originally madly swirling airflow gradually subsided, and the dark clouds began to disperse, revealing the blue sky that had been obscured for a long time. The sun carefully shone through the gaps in the clouds, as if testing whether the world had really returned to peace.

At the port, the destroyed buildings still bore traces of the battle, and the broken stones and twisted steel told of the tragedy that had just occurred. Although the sea was no longer as turbulent as before, it still had slight ripples, as if recalling the thrilling whirlpool.

People slowly came out from their hiding places, their eyes full of relief and confusion for surviving the disaster. They watched the world gradually return to normal, worried about the future, but also held a glimmer of hope. They didn't know when the next crisis would come, but they also looked forward to life returning to normal.

Fisk stood above the harbor, watching the whirlpool gradually subside.

It sounds like he is talking to himself, but also like he is talking to someone.

"He's not dead!"

"Of course, he can't die. He is no longer himself. He has become a part of Khorne. In a sense, he is immortal. However, entering this world may not be as easy as imagined." There was a hint of joy in Sali's tone.

But before she could say anything, a streak of white smoke suddenly streaked across the sky in the distance. The smoke was like a swift meteor trail, instantly attracting Fisk's attention. Then a missile flew towards the port with a sharp whistling sound, like the horn of the coming of the god of death.

The missile was extremely fast, leaving a blurry afterimage in the air, leaving people no time to react.

The missile was getting closer and closer, and its target was Fisk, who had just finished fighting. At this critical moment, Fisk's eyes condensed and all the muscles in his body tensed up instantly.

However, before the missiles came close, more white air waves appeared in the sky in the distance. These white air waves, without any surprise, were also extremely fast missiles. They were like dense raindrops, overwhelming the sky and earth and attacking the port. The sharp whistling sounds intertwined together, as if playing a piece of death music.

Fister turned and ran. Even though he had warned them in advance, someone still used missiles to bombard him. This could only mean one thing: the person who wanted him dead must have made sufficient preparations, and his power was probably so great that even Alexander Pierce could not suppress him.

Fister's figure was like a flash of lightning, shuttling through the ruins of the port. He did not feel too angry, after all, the strength he showed was worthy of such treatment, but he was very confused about who ordered this.

Ross was his ally, Alexander Pierce was half his ally, who else could use so many missiles to bombard him? This question kept circling in Fisk's mind, making him feel heavier. He really couldn't think of any other force or person who had such courage and means.

The missiles behind him were chasing him relentlessly, and the shock waves from the explosions kept hitting his body. Each explosion was like a small earthquake, and the powerful impact made Fisk's body shake constantly. The deafening sound seemed to break his eardrums, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The attacks of these single missiles are obviously not capable of harming Fisk.

However, if Fisk was bombarded by dense missiles, he would still be dead. The missiles were like messengers of death, rushing towards him with a breath of destruction. They drew arcs in the air, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling. Each missile contained huge energy, and once it exploded, everything around it would be destroyed.

While running, Fister kept observing the surrounding environment, looking for a place to hide from missiles. The buildings in the port had been destroyed, but he still found some shelters that could be used. He quickly hid behind a collapsed building and temporarily avoided the missile attack.

As Fisk hid, seven or eight strangely shaped planes appeared in the sky. The appearance of these planes was full of futuristic sense, with smooth and sharp lines, like carefully carved works of art. Their fuselages seemed to be made of the most advanced alloy, shining with a mysterious metallic luster, and appeared particularly dazzling under the sunlight, as if they were messengers traveling from a distant interstellar space.

Each plane was designed with ingenuity, its wings like sharp blades, cutting through the sky, leaving a trail of blurry afterimages. The tail of the plane spewed out blue flames, and the powerful power pushed them to fly at high speed in the sky, emitting bursts of deafening roars.

These seven or eight strangely shaped aircraft were not from the active U.S. military, but the striking U.S. military flags on them represented their identities. The flags fluttered in the wind, as if announcing their authority and mission to the world. The aircraft quickly circled over the entire port, their movements were agile and precise, like well-trained falcons. Various advanced detection equipment under the fuselage continuously scanned every inch of the land below, obviously searching for Fisk's traces.

Fisk poked his head out from the cracks in the ruins. He didn't recognize this type of aircraft. But in that instant, several planes spotted him.

Instantly, dense heavy machine guns and missiles rained down on the place where Fisk was hiding. The bullets from the heavy machine guns poured down like a torrential rain, hitting the ruins, splashing countless gravel and dust. The sharp whistling sound was like the roar of the god of death, which made people tremble with fear. The missiles dragged long tails of flames and flew at a very fast speed. Wherever they passed, the air seemed to be burning.

"court death!"

Fisk suddenly grabbed the stone in front of him and threw it towards the planes in the sky. These planes did not appear in his field of vision just now, so Fisk had no good way to deal with them.

But now that you are so close and still so arrogant, come down!

The cyan whirlwind wrapped around Fisk's body, causing him to soar into the air. Like lightning, he pounced on the nearest plane. The machine guns and missiles on that plane instantly fired wildly at Fisk, with flames spitting out and bullets raining down.

However, Fisk was extremely fast and his body was as agile as a ghost. Every time, the bullets and missiles seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force, always just a little bit away from hitting him. The bullets whizzed past him, only scratching a little air, leaving a sharp sound of airflow. The missiles dragged a long tail flame, but always exploded at the place where he just left, exploding into a group of hot fireballs and billowing smoke.

Fisk shuttled through the rain of bullets, with a cold smile on his face. That smile was like frost in the cold winter, emitting endless chill. His eyes were fixed on the plane, like a bird of prey locking onto its prey, sharp and firm. The rain of bullets whizzed past him, but could not touch him at all. His body was as flexible as lightning, moving quickly in the small space, and every dodge was just right, which was amazing.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the side of the plane and jumped onto it with ease. His strength was like a raging flood, unstoppable. With a sudden grab of both hands, the metal shell of the plane was like a fragile piece of paper in his hands, and was easily torn into pieces. The parts and circuits inside the plane were exposed, flashing with electric sparks, as if telling of their helplessness. Fisk stood on the plane, majestic, like an invincible god of war. The pilot yelled and pulled out his pistol, constantly pulling the trigger at Fisk.

But Fisk just stretched out his hand and threw him out of the air.

However, just when he was about to tear the plane into pieces, a black metal arm suddenly stretched out from the side, like a poisonous snake that suddenly appeared.

The arm was extremely fast and powerful, and it suddenly grabbed Fisk's neck.

Fisk was startled, and before he could react, he was dragged by the arm and fell to the ground. He tried to break free, but the arm locked him tightly like an iron clamp, making him unable to move.

At the same time, more black mechanical arms pulled Fisk's body. These mechanical arms looked like they were made of some special crystals, shining with mysterious light under the light, which was either deep as ink or bright as stars, as if it contained infinite power. But the internal structure was made of steel, solid and heavy, giving people a sense of solidity and reliability. And the mesh structure on the surface was densely packed, like a honeycomb, which looked extremely creepy. The tiny grids were closely arranged, as if countless pairs of eyes were peeping at everything around.

But this special structure obviously increased the toughness of these black mechanical arms. They tightly wrapped around Fisk, like tough ropes, and no matter how Fisk struggled, he could not easily break free. Fisk's eyes widened as he looked at these mysterious mechanical arms, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

Suddenly, these black mechanical arms turned blue or red, and extremely cold and hot light began to spread over these mechanical arms. The blue light exuded a biting cold, as if it could freeze everything around it into ice. The air was filled with white frost, and everything it touched was instantly frozen. The red light carried a blazing heat, like a burning flame, causing the surrounding air to become distorted.

At the same time, Fisk finally saw the source of these mechanical arms, which were from the planes not far away. The strange-shaped planes were quietly suspended in the air, and mechanical arms flew out from the planes one after another, like the tentacles of a devil, tightly binding Fisk. A trace of anger and unwillingness flashed in Fisk's eyes, and he struggled hard, trying to get rid of the restraints of these mechanical arms.

Finally, Fisk fell into the ruins of the port. The huge impact force caused a cloud of dust to rise from the ground. The dust was like a thick fog, spreading in an instant, covering everything around. The rubble and broken walls flew everywhere under the impact, as if a small disaster had occurred. The stones streaked through the air like meteors, smashing into the surrounding buildings and the ground with powerful kinetic energy, making a dull crashing sound. The broken walls were shaky under the impact, as if they could collapse at any time. Fisk lay on the sunken ground, his body trembling slightly. His breathing was rapid and disordered, and every breath was accompanied by a pain. The pain in his body made his brows furrowed, and his face showed a painful expression.

With a huge roar, the mechanical arms also rushed towards the place where Fisk fell. They made sharp sounds in the air, like the roar of a demon. The sound was sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate the human soul. Every sound was like a sharp blade, piercing people's eardrums, filling people's hearts with fear and anxiety. In addition to becoming extremely cold or hot, some arms turned silver-gray, like mercury, flashing a strange light in the sun. The silver-gray light was like flowing liquid, full of mysterious power. The fingertips also turned into sharp blades, slashing straight at Fisk who fell to the ground.

"What the hell is this?"

Fisk was puzzled.

But then he suddenly seemed to have thought of something.

This arm gave him the same feeling, but it could become extremely cold or extremely hot, and it could also change its shape and material - isn't this the same as Mystique's ability? But now was obviously not the time to seek answers. Fisk grabbed an extremely cold arm tied to him. His palm tightly grasped the cold machine, feeling the biting cold penetrate through his skin and into his bones. But he did not retreat at all, instead he burst out with powerful strength and pulled violently. The mechanical arm creaked under his huge force, as if it would break at any time.

Fisk gritted his teeth, and his muscles tensed up, as hard as steel. He twisted his body constantly, struggling fiercely with the mechanical arms. As he struggled, the surrounding gravel and dust were blown up, forming a hazy smoke. His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if no force could stop his resistance.

Finally, under Fisk's tenacious resistance, the mechanical arms began to loosen. He took the opportunity to shake off all the restraints on his body. The mechanical arms flew in the air, making a sharp whistling sound. Fisk stood up, panting slightly, with a gleam of victory in his eyes.

However, he knew that he should not stay here for long. He glanced at the sea not far away and jumped into it without hesitation. His body was like an arrow shot from a bow, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and then quickly fell into the sea. The sea water instantly surrounded him, and his figure disappeared in the sea, leaving only circles of ripples.

However, these mechanical arms also immediately evolved into devices similar to fish fins, and they quickly dived into the sea. The fish fin-like devices swung flexibly in the sea water, pushing the mechanical arms to quickly approach Fisk like a group of ferocious deep-sea hunters. The sea water was stirred up by them, and strings of bubbles rose from where they passed.

The mechanical arms flashed strange lights in the sea water, blue or red lights that were particularly eye-catching in the dark deep sea. They seemed to have their own consciousness, accurately chasing in the direction of Fisk's escape. As they moved forward, the surrounding marine life fled in panic, as if they sensed the impending danger.

However, their speed is obviously no match for Fisk.

In the blink of an eye.

Fisk disappeared without a trace.

In a bright control room, Stryker pounded hard on the operating table with an unpleasant look on his face. The dull sound of metal hitting the table echoed in the silent control room, as if it was Stryker's venting of his inner anger and frustration.

His eyes were fixed on the deep sea images displayed on the big screen. Every move of the mechanical arms in the sea was clearly presented in front of him. He clenched his teeth, the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly, and the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt.

That's right, these mechanical arms are the first generation of his Project X. This project is the result of his countless efforts and expectations. His plan is to use the genes from Mystique to fuse with adamantium to create a powerful weapon that can imitate the abilities of mutants. This will allow the mutants to be killed on a large scale and the world to return to human control.

This plan does not belong to the Department of Defense or any other agency, but comes from the military and those forces in the White House who are extremely afraid of mutants, and Stryker himself is just a cannon fodder.

This is why every president supports this plan.

Because every mature politician is afraid of mutants, this uncontrolled race. Their power is powerful and mysterious, and they may pose a serious threat to their rule at any time.

But now a bigger threat appeared in front of him. In his opinion, Fisk must be a powerful mutant. And as long as there is a mutant, he must be killed. This is why Stryker carried out such an ambush before the development of Plan X was completed. However, it seems that this plan has completely failed.

At this moment the phone next to him rang, and Stryker answered it. He thought it was the president calling, but the voice on the other end made his heart sink to the bottom. The caller was none other than Fisk's ally, General Ross, now the Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army.

This time, General Ross's voice was steady and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty.

Even if the other party doesn't say a word, the fact that he knows the phone number here means that the president no longer supports him.

"Stryker, your actions have seriously crossed the line.

Fisk is under my protection. You dare to attack him. You should know the consequences. " Stryker held the phone with a very steady hand, "General, Fisk is a mutant. He poses too great a threat to us. And this time he got the approval from the president, so I bypassed the Department of Defense. "

"enough!"

General Ross interrupted him and said, "I have heard about your Plan X. I warn you to stop your crazy behavior immediately, otherwise you will face serious consequences."

Stryker was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "General, mutants are a threat to humanity, we can't just sit back and watch." General Ross snorted coldly, "Your paranoia will only lead you to a quick grave.

I will keep a close eye on your every move, and if you dare to act rashly again, I will not let you go.

Also, don't use the president to pressure me.

He can only work for eight years at most, and I still have many years before I retire." After saying that, General Ross hung up the phone.

Chapter 196 Gwen: Mom, I volunteer!

"damn it!"

Fisk pushed open the manhole cover and appeared in the enclosed and humid underground space.

Lester had arrived here ahead of time.

"boss!"

Before arriving here.

Lester still has some concerns.

After all, the commotion this time was so great that the entire New York Harbor was almost destroyed. However, the only good thing was that the authorities were not in a hurry to investigate the responsibility. Everyone shut up and fell into silence, but this was also a bad thing.

Because silence gives you room to develop.

Fisk kicked the manhole cover back to its original position. The manhole cover made a dull sound under the huge force, as if it was the last protest against the thrilling chase just now. He was still angry, and his eyes were still burning with anger. He reached out and took the towel from Lester's hand. The towel was soft and dry, in sharp contrast to the dampness on his body.

A large amount of clear water suddenly appeared in the air, and it began to surround Fisk's body as if it had life. The clear water flowed slowly, making a slight gurgling sound. They gently wrapped around Fisk, as if they were a group of loyal guards, protecting his body. The water kept washing away the salt stains on Fisk's body that had not yet dried, taking away the sea salt particles one by one.

Each drop of water was like a little cleaner, carefully wiping his skin. As the water flowed, Fisk's fatigue and embarrassment were gradually washed away, replaced by a renewed vitality and determination. He stood there, letting the water surround him, like an inviolable statue, emitting a powerful aura.

"Check!" Fisk's tone was unquestionable, and the word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with endless anger and majesty. His eyes flashed with a cold light, like stars in the cold night, which made people shudder.

"No matter who it is, I want his whole family to die together!" His voice was low and hoarse, but it contained a terrifying power. Every syllable was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly piercing every corner of the air.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and there was a suffocating sense of oppression. Lester stood aside, feeling the strong murderous intent emanating from Fisk, and couldn't help but shudder.

He knew that this time, Fisk was really determined to kill, and no matter who the other party was, he would face Fisk's ruthless revenge.

"Check carefully!"

Fisk's tone left no room for doubt.

"No matter who it is, I want his whole family to die together!"

"Boss, we've found out!"

"Who?"

"General Ross, I need to have a detailed talk with you."