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

Of course, ordinary mutants didn't have much to say about this news.

The complete disappearance of mutants is not a big deal for ordinary mutants.

Because tragedy struck most mutants when they awakened their abilities, bringing pain and death to their loved ones or friends, very few mutants awakened peacefully when they awakened their abilities.

Therefore, many mutants do not want their children to be mutants as well.

So, when many mutants first saw this document, they were supportive.

However, the content of the second half of the document is different. It is not the most deadly. The most deadly thing is this kind of genetic weapon, which will not only affect babies born in the future, but also all mutants who have already acquired abilities.

They will reduce the lifespan and abilities of mutants, and make them infected with strange genetic diseases, literally clearing out all mutants. This is a real disaster for mutants.

Even ordinary mutants.

When their right to survival is seriously threatened.

They don't care about other people's feelings anymore.

After all, everyone wants to live a good life, and no one wants to die inexplicably.

What's more, many mutants have never participated in any violent activities. They have always been law-abiding. However, the content of this document obviously treats them as mortal enemies, which is unacceptable to them.

In the face of a life-and-death crisis, rationality will be consumed quickly.

Therefore, under the instigation of some ambitious people with ulterior motives, riots became their way of resistance. They wanted to use actions to show the government that they would not be easily eliminated and they would fight for their own survival.

They gathered together and used their strength to fight against the impending threat.

Of course, this document was leaked by Fisk.

However, Fisk did not produce any substantial evidence.

Because he didn't have any relevant documents or information.

However, the ambitious mutants don't need evidence at all.

All they need is an excuse.

Fisk knows very well that mutants have been living under the shadow of discrimination and oppression, and it only takes a spark to start a raging fire.

And this document was the fire he ignited.

The mutants were like enraged beasts, rushing towards what they thought was their enemy without hesitation. They didn't care about the authenticity of the evidence, because in their hearts, the fear was so real that they had to fight for their own survival.

This is exactly the gift Fisk gave to his enemies.

Fisk patted him on the shoulder gently, turned around, pulled the suitcase, and continued walking towards the passage ahead. His steps were steady and firm, as if he didn't care about the chaos behind him. His voice came from a distance: "Maybe in some way, you have to work overtime, haha." There was a hint of teasing and indifference in the words, as if he was mocking the powerlessness of Coulson and others.

Natasha felt the suitcase start to move again, and her heart was filled with despair. In the darkness, her eyes flashed with helplessness and pain. She gritted her teeth and began to shake violently, trying to break free from the restraints and find a glimmer of hope.

But before she could make any move, the light blue electric current flowed along the thing that penetrated deep into her body and filled her body. The electric current raged in her body like a poisonous snake, bringing waves of severe pain. She immediately twitched uncontrollably, and her body twisted painfully in the narrow suitcase. The sound of the running water began to slowly and lowly mix with the moans. The sound seemed like her desperate cry, so weak and desolate in this chaotic environment.

Coulson looked at Fisk's receding back, anger flashing in his eyes, "Stop!"

But Fisk had no intention of stopping.

Coulson wanted to draw the pistol from his waist, but Nick Fury's voice came from the headset: "Coulson, let him go!"

“But, Chief!

There’s a good chance Natasha is in the suitcase.”

“Will Natasha be able to protect herself?

Now, retreat immediately!"

Coulson looked at Fisk who had completely disappeared from his sight, and the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by helplessness.

For such a good guy to show such an expression, it can be seen that he is really angry now.

He clenched his teeth, his fists trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with unwillingness.

Coulson slowly put down his hand that was about to draw his gun and said into the headset, "Yes, Chief." His voice was full of loss and frustration.

He turned around and looked at the chaotic airport and the panicked people, and a sense of responsibility surged in his heart. He knew that there were more important tasks waiting for him and more people needed their protection.

Coulson took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He began to organize the security personnel and special agents to retreat in an orderly manner, and reported the situation on the scene to the headquarters.

Although there was still some worry about Natasha in his eyes, there was more determination and resolve.

-----------------

The plane took off on time, and Angela disappeared silently from the No. 2 control tower.

This flight from New York, USA to Tokyo, Japan is about to start a long journey.

The model of this flight is a Boeing passenger plane, which is famous for its advanced technology and comfortable riding experience. The plane accelerated on the runway, and the roar of the powerful engine seemed to announce its departure to the world. As the fuselage slowly rose, the huge steel wings cut through the clouds and rushed into the blue sky.

Fisker booked the entire first-class cabin of the plane.

Fisk sat in a spacious and comfortable seat with a very calm expression on his face.

Beside him, Erica and Mai Shiranui sat quietly, while May Parker looked out the window nervously. The suitcase was placed aside, and Natasha inside was still silently enduring pain and fear in the darkness.

The other passengers looked out of the plane windows and saw the New York City filled with black smoke and the Hell's Kitchen area which was safe and sound, and they all showed shocked expressions.

They didn't know what was going on and their hearts were filled with confusion and anxiety.

The once prosperous city is now in chaos, with black smoke reaching up to the sky like the tentacles of a demon. The tranquility of Hell's Kitchen is in stark contrast to the surrounding chaos, which makes people wonder.

The passengers whispered to each other about the sudden scene. They speculated on various possible reasons, but no one was sure what had happened.

Perhaps it will be until they arrive in Tokyo, Japan tomorrow that they will be able to learn about the mutant riot sweeping across the United States through the news.

However, this doesn't matter much to Fisk.

The tall blond stewardess came over and subconsciously wanted to push the suitcase away when she saw it in the corridor. She said to Fisk, "Sir, please put the luggage in the designated place so as not to affect other passengers." Fisk raised his eyes slightly, waved his hand gently, and said, "No need, leave the suitcase here."

The flight attendant was slightly stunned, feeling the strong aura emanating from Fisk, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond. But out of professionalism, she tried to persuade him again: "Sir, this is not in compliance with safety regulations, please cooperate with our work." Fisk's mouth corners slightly raised: "I said, don't touch it."

The stewardess wanted to say something else. "I'm sorry, Mr. Fisk." The co-pilot came out of the cockpit. He gently patted the stewardess's shoulder, then lowered his head and walked to Fisk's side, bowing slightly respectfully: "My name is Ans, and I will be serving you, Mr. Fisk, on this trip."

He seemed to be about to say a name, but Fisk raised his finger, said "hush", and reached out to put his hand on the suitcase beside him. The latter immediately understood and continued, "There may be some unrest in Japan recently. The gentleman asked me to give you these things." As he spoke, the co-pilot took out a folder and put it in Fisk's hand. "If you need anything else, you can call me at any time."

Fisk nodded slightly and took the folder, but did not open it immediately.

His eyes briefly lingered on the co-pilot and the stewardess, and then he looked out the window at the New York skyline that was gradually receding. Seeing this, the stewardess also stepped aside tactfully and continued to perform her duties.

The co-pilot stood there quietly, waiting for Fisk's further instructions.

However, Fisk simply waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

The co-pilot bowed slightly and turned back to the cockpit.

Erica came closer, almost touching Fisk's cheek, and looked at the document on his body: "What is this?"

Her voice was soft and curious, like a breeze blowing past my ears. At this moment, a faint fragrance came from Erica's body, a mixture of fresh floral scent and mysterious musk. The scent was vague, but very attractive, as if it was a wisp of fragrance wafting from a deep garden. The floral scent was like a rose blooming in spring, delicate and charming, with a hint of sweetness, making people intoxicated.

Musk adds a touch of mystery to the scent, like a treasure hidden in the mist, making people want to explore. This faint scent lingers around Fisk, making his heart move slightly.

Fisk stretched out his hand and gently slid his hand through her long black hair, and said with a smile: "It's just a gift for meeting you!" There was a hint of pampering in his eyes, as if he was looking at a precious treasure. Erica's long hair was as smooth as silk, flowing between his fingers, and the touch made people feel happy.

Chapter 201 Is there really a dragon?

When we are about to arrive in Japan.

Fisk opened the brown paper bag, revealing a neatly bound book, a small player and headphones.

He slowly put the earphones into his ears, then pressed the button of the player, and at the same time, opened the neatly bound book. This book looked like a diary, only the size of an average adult's palm, and the exquisite cover exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

When Fisk opened the notebook, he saw it was filled with various orders. The lines of text seemed like secrets hidden in the darkness, gradually coming to the surface.

The orders in the small booklet were all the documents that the U.S. Department of Defense sold to Japanese arms dealers through insider trading. These Japanese arms dealers were all white gloves carefully cultivated by the U.S. military after the end of World War II.

They play a special role in the international arms market, serving the interests of the United States, but they hide behind the scenes and are not well known to the public.

The weapons sold by the Ministry of National Defense are not light weapons, nor are they sensitive equipment such as tanks, helicopters, and fighter jets that are large and difficult to hide.

But more advanced weapons, such as various missile locators and missiles.

These high-tech weapons are like ghosts lurking in the darkness. Although small in size, they contain enormous power.

Moreover, their numbers are never disclosed to the public. They are mysterious and dangerous, which makes them easier to operate.

Unlike things like tanks and airplanes, which are huge and conspicuous and are particularly easy to detect.

These things are basically kept in the warehouse, under layers of protection, like sleeping beasts. They are confidential and kept strictly confidential, and it is difficult for the outside world to know their specific location and quantity.

And more importantly, no one inside dared to check the specific number.

Because once someone dares to touch this sensitive area, the helicopter carrying him will inexplicably crash and the car carrying him will inexplicably catch fire.

Fisk's eyes flickered across the page, and each line seemed like a hidden secret waiting to be revealed.

The numbers on those orders were shocking, and the conflicts of interest and power games behind them made him squint his eyes slightly... No wonder Ross attached so much importance to this transaction, and no wonder the Army Chief of Staff had such great power. With such a huge exchange of interests, Ross should indeed be given some benefits.

However, there is no copy of my own here.

After pressing the button on the tape, Ross's voice came out: "Fisk, for confidentiality, I carefully recorded this tape for you. Remember to destroy it after listening to it. The current technical means are already very mature. It must be burned cleanly and then scattered into the sea. Otherwise, even if it is burned to residue, it can be restored.

This transaction is very important. All orders have a reserve price marked on them.

As long as the transaction price of each order is not lower than this reserve price, it will be fine.

The goods have been secretly shipped to Japan and are now stored at the US military base in Japan.

When you arrive in Japan, there will be someone dedicated to connecting you.

Then, you need to transport these things to your own warehouse.

Then the US military base would catch fire, burning all records and traces of storage.

But this has nothing to do with you.

"My people will do it." Ross paused, then continued, "Fisk, you have to understand that there can be no mistakes in this matter. If there is a problem, we will all face huge risks.

You must act with caution to ensure the transaction goes smoothly.

Although the US military bases in Japan seem safe, we should not take it lightly.

The personnel there are complicated and various forces are watching secretly.

Remember, our interests are closely intertwined, and only if we successfully complete this transaction can we reap huge rewards.

I look forward to hearing good news from you." There was a slight rustling sound in the tape, followed by silence.