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

It seems that this guy also knew that he couldn't escape no matter what, so he committed suicide decisively after killing someone.

Typical death-fighter style.

It is better to die with honor than to live in dishonor.

But it's useless.

These stupid Japanese.

Do you think death is really useful?

Fisk had a disdainful smile on his face.

Innocent!

He snorted coldly, and his pupils turned pure black.

In the distance, two colorful soul light balls were flying towards this side quickly.

But just when the ball of light was about to fly into the car, an earthquake occurred again. At the same time, it seemed as if an invisible hand suddenly grabbed the two balls of light and Fisk and started fighting for them.

Fisk raised his brow.

In the pupils, the extreme darkness slowly rotated, and dots of white light flickered. The soul light ball that had originally begun to fly outwards stopped again.

The two balls of light kept shaking, like the ropes in a tug-of-war, being pulled back and forth.

"puff!"

Suddenly, a ball of soul light could not withstand such pulling and shattered into countless points of light before disappearing without a trace.

But at this moment, Fisk suddenly closed his eyes.

Then the next second, wait until he opened his eyes again.

His eyes seemed to turn into an abyss, and the soul light ball that was still struggling in the air was suddenly sucked into the abyss.

"Moo!"

The ground shook violently.

It seemed as if there was a sound of cows lowing.

However, when the sound disappeared, the earthquake also slowly disappeared.

Chapter 204 I have to make the Japanese look up to me!

The armored vehicle directly smashed open the gate of the base. Accompanied by a dull metal collision and a harsh friction sound, the sturdy gate was vulnerable to the powerful impact of the armored vehicle and twisted to the sides.

The convoy entered the base one after another.

The base was suddenly filled with the smell of car exhaust, mixed with the raised dust and the smell of blood that had not yet dried, which seemed a bit turbid and disgusting.

The soldiers and guards in the base were frightened by the convoy's sudden forceful movement through the protesting crowd. They stood there in a daze, some of them still holding their guns but forgetting to be on guard.

Some of the recruits had their eyes wide open, their mouths half open, with looks of astonishment on their faces, as if they couldn't believe that they would rush in so recklessly.

A more experienced guard was the first to react. He frowned and shouted to the other guards, asking them to gather quickly and restore order. However, his voice seemed a little weak amid the roar of the convoy and the chaotic situation.

But to their surprise, the convoy did not intend to stop, but rushed past them to the warehouse not far away. This US military base next to Tokyo, Japan, is not very large in scale, and the architectural style is relatively compact, like a compressed mini military fortress.

But in this area, there are several very conspicuous steel-shell warehouses.

Those steel-shell warehouses are like a few silent steel giants, standing steadily in the base. Their cold appearance exudes a majestic atmosphere.

Seen from a distance, the steel shell of the warehouse shines coldly in the sun, as if it were a carefully forged armor, tightly wrapping the secrets inside the warehouse.

The steel walls of these warehouses are thick and solid. Each steel plate is like a solid wall brick, tightly spliced ​​together. You can tell at a glance that these are not cheap goods. They are like fortresses built to withstand the attacks of thousands of troops, silently guarding the supplies inside. People can intuitively feel that they are strong enough to withstand any external threats and invasions.

Two teams of fully armed American soldiers surrounded a warehouse with the words C2 written on it. Armored vehicles and troop carriers were parked at the door, with a guard post every five steps and a sentry every ten steps.

The defense is very tight.

These soldiers were not ordinary people, they were not the old veterans at the gate. Their eyes were sharp and alert, like an eagle guarding its nest, they kept a close eye on the surrounding movements, not missing any slightest movement.

Richard saw the soldiers through the car window and felt a little relieved, just like a ship sailing in the rough sea finally seeing a familiar lighthouse.

The guards who were on high alert made him feel that everything here was still under control, at least the goods should be safe.

"Mr. Fisk, it looks like the goods are not damaged." Richard wiped the sweat from his head. This batch of goods had not yet been transferred to Fisk. If something went wrong in his hands, he would not even have the chance to be brought to a military court.

Ross would never tolerate such a mistake. He would make himself disappear quietly, just like he dealt with those abandoned chess pieces before, without any hesitation or mercy.

When Richard thought of this, his heart began to beat violently involuntarily, as if it would jump out of his throat in the next second.

Fisk sneered.

The laughter echoed in the small space of the car, carrying an indescribable coldness and contempt.

That soul light ball was damaged, and many memory images were like sand paintings blown away by the wind, so he was able to obtain very little information.

But! The only memories left were like the little stars in the darkness, enough for Fisk to understand what was happening. Those fragments kept piecing together and combining in his mind, giving him a clear understanding of the situation at hand.

The convoy stopped in front of the warehouse.

The sound of car engines gradually died down, replaced by the orderly footsteps of soldiers and the clash of weapons and equipment.

The guards around immediately surrounded them. Their movements were swift and orderly, like a group of well-trained hounds. After smelling the strange scent, they immediately locked onto the target.

However, after seeing Richard, their expressions relaxed a little, and their tense muscles and hawk-like vigilance were somewhat relieved. It was like suddenly seeing a familiar fire after groping in the dark for a long time, which comforted their tense nerves.

After all, Richard was their direct superior, and his position in the base was like a stabilizing force. In the minds of the soldiers, Richard's appearance was like a silent signal. Seeing Richard meant that these people were absolutely trustworthy, and their arrival must have a legitimate reason, and they were not dangerous intruders.

"Unlock!" Richard gave an order, and his loud voice echoed in front of the empty warehouse.

The soldiers sprang into action, marching in neat and swift steps towards the warehouse door, like a group of well-trained ants rushing towards their target. They fiddled with the locks expertly, but soon discovered that the door was locked from the inside.

This discovery was like a bolt from the blue, and the atmosphere on the scene instantly became tense.

Cold sweat suddenly flowed down Richard's head, and the beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, as if they were the embodiment of his inner anxiety.

Every drop of sweat was filled with his fear and anxiety, because he knew very well that if something went wrong in the warehouse, the consequences would be disastrous. The officer in charge of protecting the entire warehouse also shed cold sweats along with Richard, his face turned pale, like a piece of paper that had been drained of blood.

"Colonel, I can guarantee that absolutely no one has entered the warehouse."

The person in charge of staying here is Richard's deputy, who has the rank of lieutenant colonel.

In a sense, in the system of the US military stationed in Japan, a lieutenant colonel can be regarded as a very high official position. At the same time, the two people are not in a superior-subordinate relationship, but are of the same level. It’s just that their direct superior is Ross.

But at this moment, his eyes were full of confusion and anxiety. He didn't understand why this happened. Obviously, under his supervision, the warehouse should be foolproof. While wiping the sweat from his forehead, he explained to Richard eagerly, as if he wanted to prove his innocence.

Derek, open the door of the warehouse immediately! "Richard's tone was a little uncontrollable. The things in the warehouse were not ordinary firearms.

It was a missile! Do you know what a missile is? It was a deadly weapon with huge destructive power. Each missile was like a sealed beast. Once it was controlled by the wrong person, the consequences would be disastrous. If this thing was lost, there was no basis for it. If it was lost, it would really kill people.

But the dozen soldiers spent several minutes trying to open the warehouse door. They were sweating profusely and fiddling with the lock with various tools, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, with no effect. Richard's face flushed red, and his anxiety was like a volcano about to erupt. He wanted to let the infantry fighting vehicle ram the door directly. The steel behemoth-like vehicle might be able to use its powerful impact to knock open the hateful door.

However, Fisk stopped him. There was an elusive calmness in Fisk's eyes. He walked to the gate with steady steps and looked it up and down.

The gate seemed like a silent giant, blocking their way. Fisk narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally reached out to hold the edge of the gate. The veins on his arm bulged, as if endless power was surging.

The next second, there was a teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting, and the entire door was torn apart, as if the door was made of paper and was vulnerable to Fisk's powerful strength.

The interior of the warehouse was dark because there was no light, but the indescribable strong earthy smell could not be concealed.

The smell seemed to emanate from the deepest part of the earth, carrying a stale and decayed scent, permeating this enclosed space and stimulating everyone's olfactory nerves.

Richard walked over quickly, his steps were quick and heavy, every step seemed to be stepping on people's nervous hearts. He came to the switch and pressed it without hesitation.

Instantly, the lights on the top lit up. Yellow light poured down from the top, like golden swords, piercing the darkness in the warehouse. As the light gradually spread, the scene in the warehouse slowly appeared in front of everyone. Huge boxes of goods were neatly stacked on the shelves, covered with thick canvas, the color of the canvas looked a little dim under the light.

There seemed to be some traces of moisture on the ground, and it was unknown where the moisture had seeped from. Under the light, the dust in the air was clearly visible, dancing in the light like disturbed spirits. And the earthy smell seemed to become stronger after the lights were turned on, as if the light had awakened the odor molecules hidden in every corner of the warehouse.

Richard's face turned ugly quickly.

Because, he noticed that there were some empty spaces on the distant shelves.

Clearly something was missing there.

His eyes were fixed on the few gaps, as if he couldn't believe what he saw. His brain was working fast, trying to remember what the shelves looked like the last time he checked. The gaps were like silent accusations, and each one was pricking Richard's nerves. He walked quickly towards the shelf, his steps were a little messy, and each step was filled with heavy anxiety.

Walking to the shelf, Richard stretched out his slightly trembling hand and touched the items around the gaps, as if he could find what was lost.

His face grew paler and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Fisk looked around the warehouse curiously. He walked around the warehouse, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, not missing any details.

Suddenly, he raised his foot and stepped hard on the ground. A crack suddenly appeared on the ground not far away, and then cement blocks continued to fall down, with crackling sounds continuing. The crack seemed like a ferocious big mouth, constantly swallowing the surrounding ground.

Dust filled the air, choking people and making them cough. Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, and they stepped back, staring at the collapsing ground with wide eyes.

Fisk was not afraid at all. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the collapsed area. As the rocks fell, a dark passage gradually appeared. The passage was filled with an old and decayed smell, as if it had been sealed for a long time.

But if you listen carefully, you can smell a faint fishy smell.

That's the smell of sea water.

"When was this warehouse built?" Fisk's tone was very calm. Richard suppressed his inner panic. After all, he was not an ordinary person, but an administrative officer in charge of a region. After thinking for a moment, he said, "This warehouse was built a long time ago, dating back to fifteen years ago. During these long fifteen years, everything here seemed exceptionally stable, and there has never been any loss of items.

That year, when this warehouse was under construction.

A group of Japanese workers were employed.”

As Richard spoke, he frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. As his emotions gradually calmed down, his thoughts became clearer. He was almost certain that this matter was definitely related to the Japanese.

After all, this is Japan. In this special environment, who else could steal things from the warehouse without the guarding soldiers noticing, except for the Japanese who know the situation here very well?

No wonder there are so many protesters at the door.

Richard had been staying in this warehouse like a loyal guard. He was like a big tree rooted in this place, never leaving for a moment, and even went to the toilet in the makeshift toilet built in the warehouse.

There was no way. The goods in the warehouse were too important. They were not ordinary supplies. I didn't expect that such a serious theft would happen here after just being away for a short while.

"But even if we know it was the Japanese who did it, there's no way to ask them for it." Richard muttered in his heart, because most of the "goods" here shouldn't be here. He knew that he was going to be in trouble this time.

Fisk came over, took out the small notebook from his pocket, took out a pen and looked at Richard: "Tell me, what is missing?"

"Okay... sir!" Richard was stunned for a moment, but soon got into work mode.

After his careful examination, beads of sweat continued to seep out of Richard's forehead. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, not missing any details.

He shuttled back and forth between the shelves where the goods were stored, checking the goods list with the actual goods again and again. In this tense and oppressive atmosphere, time seemed to freeze. Finally, he soon figured out what was missing - four cluster missiles and the supporting launch components.

“Gifries?

The kind produced by Stark Industries?" Fisk was stunned and turned to the last page of the notebook.