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

Fisk narrowed his eyes.

He suddenly reached out his hand.

His fist shattered the glass in front of him and grabbed towards Hank Pym's head. When his palm cut through the air, a thunderous sound was heard.

But just when Hank Pym's head was about to be caught, Fisk suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the ground where he was originally located began to dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the speed of dissolution was getting faster and faster.

Three gorillas appeared on the rooftop at some point in time. They still had hair on their bodies that seemed to have not yet degenerated, but their movements were no different from those of humans.

Between each of their fingers there was a test tube of different colors, filled with viscous solutions. The test tube flashed a strange light in the dim light, as if hiding endless dangers. The three gorillas originally wanted to throw in the direction of Fisk, their eyes were full of vigilance and ferocity, as if they regarded Fisk as their biggest enemy. But in the next second, they had lost Fisk's figure. At that moment, the three gorillas seemed a little panicked, and they looked around, trying to find Fisk's trace.

The three gorillas immediately turned and ran, their movements were flustered and hurried. While running, they threw the test tubes in all directions. The test tubes collided with each other in the air, making a continuous clanging sound. The sound was crisp and harsh, as if foreshadowing the impending disaster. Cracks appeared on the walls of the test tubes, and the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web. Then, it exploded, and the viscous liquids of different colors blended harmoniously with each other, producing a violent chemical reaction. Liquids of various colors intertwined together, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in an instant. The next second, flames, white smoke, and various pungent smells began to permeate the entire rooftop. The flames burned fiercely, making crackling sounds, as if they were going to devour everything. The white smoke billowed up, like a thick curtain, covering the entire rooftop. The pungent smell made it difficult to breathe, as if you were in a world full of poisonous gas.

The three gorillas took advantage of this moment and reached the edge of the rooftop. Their bodies trembled slightly, and their eyes were full of fear. But just as they were about to climb down, Fisk rushed out from the chemicals of different colors. His figure was like a ghost, and his speed was so fast that it was hard to grasp. Fisk quickly swept in front of the three gorillas, and his eyes were full of coldness and determination. With a wave of his hand, a powerful force swept out like a gust of wind. The three gorillas immediately flew backwards, their bodies drew an arc in the air, and then they were heavily loaded into the chemicals that filled the air. The next second, screams were heard, and the sound was shrill and miserable, which made people shudder.

But before Fisk could stand firm, a sharp sound of breaking air came from behind him. The sound was like a sharp sword cutting through the air, which made people feel nervous. Fisk turned around and punched the guy with a wolf face heavily on the head. The hair like steel needles sank into the peak of Fisk's fist. Fisk squinted his eyes, and he could feel the sharp pain. But then a hard touch came, and then the guy in front of him flew out directly. The hideous wolf head was directly pierced, and blood and brains spurted out. The scene was extremely bloody.

Although Fisk smashed the wolf's head with one punch, he felt a tingling sensation in his hand. The feeling spread throughout his body like an electric current, making him feel uneasy. Then, the back of Fisk's hand and half of his arm began to turn black. The black color spread rapidly like ink, as if it was going to swallow him up.

Fisk's eyes narrowed, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and grasped the skin that had not been stained by black, and the next second he suddenly tore off the entire piece of flesh. The tough muscle, even bullets could not penetrate, but in Fisk's hands it was easily torn off.

At that moment, blood gushed out like a red fountain. A large amount of black blood gushed out like it was free, and the ground was covered with black blood. The blood exuded a pungent smell, and the smell of decay floated in the air, making people nauseous.

Fortunately, no other parts of the body were infected.

The pupils turned dark without him noticing.

Red sparks appeared on Fisk's arm, and as the flames burned, the black blood began to boil. Fisk turned around and let the flames on his arm continue to burn.

At this time, the chaos on the rooftop continued. Flames, white smoke and acrid smells filled the air, and the screams of the three gorillas still echoed in the ears. The body of the wolf-faced guy who was knocked away by Fisk was lying quietly not far away. The ferocious wolf head had been smashed to pieces, and blood and brain matter mixed together, forming a horrible picture.

And the two people in the helicopter in the distance.

He had disappeared without a trace long ago. Fisk sneered. It was really interesting. He didn't expect that this guy actually had a trick up his sleeve.

But what's the point?

In the face of absolute strength, all fancy things will be easily crushed, right?

At this moment, there was a sudden roar of a car below. Fisker looked down and saw a black car rushing towards the street in the distance at a very fast speed.

Fisk snorted coldly and was about to chase after him, but then lowered his head again.

His pupils had turned completely dark without him noticing, and at the same time, several spots of light of different colors in the building under his feet caught Fisk's attention.

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain?"

Fisk's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile.

He thought to himself, you think you can fool me with this little trick?

At the same time, in the building under your feet.

Hank Pym and Hope were running fast in the corridor. In front of them, the woman with a red plastic ball on her head split into several red hands, controlling the remote control in her hands, and said in a cold tone: "You have to pay more this time... Damn it, why did I agree to you?" She walked very fast, as if something terrible was chasing her from behind.

Hank hugged Hope tightly, his eyes full of anxiety and worry.

Hope's tall and graceful figure looked a little weak at the moment.

She has a slender figure, a tight waist that can be held in one hand, and slightly raised hips, outlining an alluring curve.

Her legs were straight and well-proportioned, and even in this tense escape, one could still feel the lines that were full of strength and beauty.

The tights on her body were torn open, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin. The skin that should have been full of vitality and health was now destroyed by a shocking wound.

Blood was flowing out of the wound like a blooming red flower, looking particularly dazzling on her fair skin.

Her exquisite figure was faintly visible under the torn tights, adding a bit of pitiful charm.

Hope lost one of her shoes, and her bare foot stepped on the cold ground. Her flesh-colored stockings were torn and hung on her legs in tatters, but there was a kind of messy beauty. Her toes were as small and cute as pearls, and her round nails were faintly shiny. Even at this embarrassing moment, the toes were very attractive, as if they were exquisite works of art, making people unable to help but look at them a few more times.

However, Hope gritted her teeth and didn't let herself make any sound. Her eyes revealed strength and courage. Although the pain made her face as pale as paper, she still didn't retreat at all. She knew that now was not the time to be weak, and they had to escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible.

Hank looked at Hope and felt both distressed and proud.

But this is not the time to stop talking nonsense.

Since there is no plane, we can only go through the sewer.

He pushed open the elevator shaft in front of him with force.

Hank Pym pushed open the elevator shaft in front of him. The heavy metal door made a dull sound under his strong push, as if protesting against the sudden violence. Then, without looking back, he threw a red dart directly downwards. The dart was like a red lightning and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

The next second, a buzzing sound came from below. The sound was deep and powerful, as if some mysterious power was awakening. Then, looking down again, the bottom of the elevator shaft had disappeared, and a vertical downward space appeared. The faint sound of flowing water came, and the sound was like the music of nature, echoing in this dark space.

Then, he jumped down holding his daughter. At that moment, there was no fear in his heart, only worry about his daughter and determination to protect her. The wind whistled in his ears, and he hugged Hope tightly, as if she was the most precious baby in his life. Red Thursday hesitated for a moment, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but she finally jumped down with him. The space under the vertical elevator shaft was very deep, more than ten meters, and it was a place full of unknowns and dangers.

Then, several red hands spread out from the head and grabbed the protruding stone bricks next to it. The red hands were like flexible tentacles, which were particularly eye-catching in the darkness. Red Thursday relied on her unique ability to easily land on the land next to her. Her movements were light and agile, like an elegant cat.

Hank Pym and Hope were struggling to jump from the rapids onto a motorboat that had been docked not far away for who knows how long. Hank Pym's clothes were soaked, and his hair was messy and stuck to his face, but his eyes were full of determination. Hope was leaning weakly in his arms, his face pale, but still sober.

Hank Pym said to Red Thursday, "Do you want to join us?" His voice echoed in the empty space, carrying a hint of expectation and hope.

She knew that once she stepped on the motorboat, she would be involved in a more dangerous adventure. But she also knew that if she didn't follow them, she might lose everything. In the end, she decided to follow them. She jumped and landed on the motorboat. The red figure was particularly dazzling in the darkness.

"You have to pay more!" Red Thursday said with a hint of exasperation in his tone.

The airboat rushed towards the exit quickly, and the roar of the engine was particularly harsh in this narrow sewer. But before long, the temperature of the sewer dropped rapidly at a speed that could be detected by the naked eye.

The reason why it was said to be a speed that could be detected by the naked eye was that finger-sized ice cubes had already appeared in the rushing water. This was almost impossible, after all, the temperature underground in this city was usually relatively stable. However, the coldness at this moment seemed to come from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

There were more and more ice blocks ahead, and the bottom of the motorboat was banging and banging, as if it could be broken at any time. Red Thursday jumped off the motorboat without any hesitation. In her opinion, it was better to lose money than to lose her life.

But it was too late. A hand suddenly grabbed her calf, and the force was like an iron clamp, making it impossible for her to break free. She looked back in horror, only to see Fisk's cold face. Fisk threw her directly onto the motorboat.

Red Thursday split into several red plastic hands, which quickly covered Fisk's body like octopus tentacles.

However, Fisk simply ignored it and let the red plastic hands cover his body. There was no fear on his face, only a kind of cold confidence.

Then he also stood on the motorboat, as if he was the master here.

The heavy body pressed down on the motorboat's engine, causing it to whine.

Red Thursday kicked Fisk's head with her calf, but she screamed with a snap. Her calf was twisted at an incredible angle, and the pain almost made her faint.

Then, Fisk reached out and grabbed those plastic palms and arms. He pulled hard, and with a crisp sound, these elastic plastic arms were torn into pieces.

Red Thursday still wanted to resist, but she was powerless.

Fisk did not attack again, but grabbed her head and smashed it hard at Pickham who was about to jump off the boat. Pickham was unable to dodge and was knocked off balance.

At the same time, Fisk stepped on Hope, who had lost some consciousness due to excessive blood loss. Hope's pale face looked particularly fragile in the darkness, as if she could disappear at any time.

Pickham and Red Thursday still couldn't keep their balance and fell into the water. The cold water instantly surrounded them. The former looked at Fisk standing on the boat, his face pale. His heart was filled with anger and helplessness. He didn't know how to save Hope.

Fisk looked at Hope at his feet, a cruel smile appearing on the corner of his mouth: "She looks smooth, doesn't she?" His words were full of cruel complacency, as if Hope was just a toy in his hands.

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Chapter 251 Compensation and Settlement!

"Cough cough cough~"

Hope's body was shaking violently, her face flushed red, and every cough seemed to use up all her strength.

A dull and painful sound kept coming out of her throat, and she kept spitting out what looked like an unusually thick "glue". The "glue" was translucent, with a strange luster, and it slowly moved as if it had its own life. Every time she spit out a mouthful, the "glue" would flow down the corners of her mouth and drip onto the ground, making a slight "tick-tick" sound. The "glue" was extremely sticky, and it stuck tightly to the ground the moment it touched it, forming a bunch of sticky stuff. Hope's eyes were full of pain and fear. She tried to wipe the "glue" from the corners of her mouth with her hands, but found that the "glue" was firmly stuck to her hands and could not be shaken off. Her breathing became rapid and difficult, and her coughing became more and more intense, as if she was about to be drowned by this strange "glue".

Fisk was in a much better mood.

After all, this is the first time, in front of...

"I will definitely kill you, you damn bastard." Hank Pym shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes wide open, burning with anger and hatred. At this moment, he was frozen in the ice, unable to move at all, and the cold touch seemed to freeze his soul as well.

It felt like a mouse trapped in a prison, surrounded by hard and cold walls. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. His heart was filled with reluctance and helplessness, but he was powerless and couldn't do anything. He could only watch everything happen and watch himself fall into this desperate situation step by step.

"If a heart-wrenching roar could change everything, there wouldn't be so many of them in this world." Fisk's voice was as cold as ice. He turned his head and focused his gaze on the Red Thursday next to him. This guy was secretly using the red plastic arms sticking out of her head to constantly punch holes in the ice.

But the ice gathered by Fisk is spreading and reborn all the time.

This meant that no matter how hard she tried, it was of no use.

It was as if he felt Fisk's gaze.

She stopped all movements and stood still quietly, feeling as if she had been frozen.

Fisk sneered, and there was endless chill in that smile, as if it could freeze the air around it. He slowly said, "Do I have a grudge against you?" His voice was low and cold, like a verdict from hell.

Red Thursday still didn't make any sound. Her throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Fear made her vocal cords seem to have lost their function. Her eyes were wide open, and Fisk's cold figure was reflected in her pupils. Her body trembled slightly involuntarily, as if she was in an ice cellar.

"That means there's nothing left." Fisk's tone was flat, but it carried an unquestionable determination.

"If that's the case, you should die." As he spoke, Fisk slowly stretched out his palm. His movements seemed slow, but they carried an irresistible pressure. The ice that enveloped Red Thursday quickly became covered with cracks at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and each crack was like the sickle of the god of death, as if foreshadowing the tragic fate that was about to come for Red Thursday.

"No! Don't kill me! Please!" Red Thursday finally couldn't help begging for mercy. Her voice was trembling and sharp, like a sharp arrow piercing the silent air, full of despair and fear. Her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, as if the breath of life was rapidly fading from her face. Her eyes were full of fear, that was the extreme fear of death, as if she had seen the end of the world coming.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me go!" Her body began to tremble violently, with such a large amplitude that it seemed as if she was about to fall apart. Urine flowed out from under her uncontrollably, soaking her clothes in an instant, emitting a pungent and unpleasant smell that permeated the air, making the already tense atmosphere even more disgusting.

Visible compression wounds began to appear all over her body. Those wounds were like the claw marks of a demon, appearing hideously on her skin. Each wound was like a big open mouth, telling of the great pain she was enduring at the moment. Her skin was squeezed and deformed, and her originally smooth skin became twisted. Blood slowly seeped out of the wounds. The bright red blood flowed like a stream, dyeing her original clothes dark red, like a bloody painting.

"Ah! It hurts! Help!" She screamed miserably, and the sound echoed in the air. The sound was sharp and piercing, making people shudder. Every scream seemed to be the struggle of her soul, full of endless pain and despair. Her body twisted desperately, trying to break free from the threat of impending death, but she was bound by ice, and all her struggles seemed so futile.

Her limbs swung wildly in the only cracks in the ice, like a beast trapped in a trap, making its last struggle. Her eyes were filled with pain and pleading, and tears kept flowing down, like a flood that broke through the dam, mixing with blood, making her face even more miserable, as if she was a demon crawling out of hell.

However, when he was about to be completely crushed, Fisk suddenly loosened his grip. Then he said to Red Thursday: "Now you owe me two lives, work for me in this life! If you agree, you can live, if you don't agree, you will die." Fisk's eyes were cold and firm, without any mercy, and that look seemed to be able to penetrate everything, making people shudder.

He looked at Red Thursday quietly, waiting for her answer, as if her life and death were completely in his hands at this moment, and he was the master of this world, deciding her fate. The air around him seemed to have solidified, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment, leaving only Red Thursday's heavy breathing and weak sobs, echoing in this silent space.

"I...promise!"

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Fisk is back, and with his return, it seems as if an invisible pressure enveloped the entire New York, and the battle was completely over.

The entire New York was temporarily blocked off, with only entry allowed but no exit. The blockades were like steel barriers, isolating the city from the outside world. The massive cleanup operation was like a storm, erupting throughout New York. Thousands of tyrants were like a black torrent, sweeping through every corner of the city. They were dressed in black uniforms, with stern faces and endless coldness and determination in their eyes. Every tyrant seemed like a ruthless killing machine. As long as they found any suspicious person with a little suspicious phenomenon, they would immediately suffer thunder strikes from all sides. Their actions were swift and decisive, merciless, and never soft. As long as they found anyone who resisted, they would kill them all without hesitation, leaving no one behind. And it was not just the rebels themselves, anyone who had a relationship with the rebels, or even someone who only provided a little help, even if they had never known each other before, but as long as they were found to have provided even a little help, then what awaited them was the fate of death.

All of Fisk's men were dispatched, including Monica, who led the Italian Mafia to aggressively clear out the streets. Like ruthless hunters, they shuttled through the streets of the city, not letting go of any possible clues and targets. The Mafia members all had fierce looks on their faces. They were familiar with every alley and every corner of the city, and with their cunning and cruelty, they carefully checked every suspicious place.

For such a large-scale attack, it would be impossible for these outsiders to block the news if they did not get local help.

The local guys who have been lingering in various communities are the allies.

For their own benefit or for other ulterior motives, they colluded with outsiders and brought great disaster to the city. In addition, many New York City council members and even senators from Washington were involved in this incident.

Under the temptation of power and interests, they lost their principles and bottom line and became accomplices of this conspiracy.

In the past, Fisk might have thought about it, weighed the pros and cons and given them some warnings, and let them go, but this time Fisk had no such intention. His heart was filled with anger and determination, and he wanted to make everyone involved in this incident pay a heavy price in order to maintain his authority and the order of New York.