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

On this highway, different vehicles carry different dreams and missions. They shuttle back and forth between the two countries, witnessing the exchanges and integration between the two countries, and also reflecting the differences and connections between the economies and societies of the two countries.

The dull sound of gunfire seemed to add a sense of uneasiness and uncertainty to this busy scene.

The black truck attracted the attention of customs officers. There were many trucks deliberately painted black in the long traffic flow. Many people like to paint their trucks black.

But these trucks are just too clean.

You have to know that truck drivers travel long distances and there is no way to ensure that their trucks are clean and tidy at all times, so these black trucks immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.

The customs officers were alert immediately and reported the abnormal situation through the intercom. Soon, some police cars were coming here quickly with lights flashing and sirens blaring, and the wheels rubbing against the ground made a sharp sound. At the same time, the National Guard stationed here also received the notice and quickly assembled here. They were armed with live ammunition and ready to intercept these trucks for inspection.

However, just as they were about to take action, a new order suddenly came over the intercom. The order required them to retreat quickly, which made the personnel on the scene very confused, but the military order was as strong as a mountain, and they could only execute it quickly. Police cars and National Guard vehicles turned around and left, and the atmosphere on the scene became even more weird.

At the same time, police cars from Mexico were also coming over here, led by a black pickup truck. Several guys wearing sunglasses and combat uniforms were standing on the roadside, waiting for the truck to approach. A heavy machine gun was mounted on the pickup truck, shining coldly in the sun, giving people a strong sense of deterrence. They saw the arrival of the black truck convoy, and their skin exposed outside the sunglasses showed a serious expression. That expression seemed to be frozen on their faces, revealing a sense of coldness and vigilance.

A helicopter appeared in the sky, and the roar of the propeller broke the tranquility of the border. The helicopter hovered at a low altitude, and the airflow stirred up the dust on the ground. However, whether it was the guys wearing sunglasses or the helicopter in the sky, everyone just stared at the black truck convoy, their eyes full of scrutiny and vigilance.

Looking down from the helicopter, you can clearly see a bright golden five-pointed star on the top of the truck compartment. This may be the only eye-catching logo in these convoys. The five-pointed star shines brightly under the sun, which is particularly dazzling. If you are a speculator in New York, you will find that this logo is exactly the same as the logo of a company called Sanfisk Technology Bio Group.

This discovery might surprise them, and they might realize that these trucks might be inextricably linked to the mysterious and powerful group. In this tense atmosphere, the black truck convoy slowly moved forward, as if carrying some unknown mission, while the people around them were closely watching their every move, guessing what might happen next.

Fisk sat in the SUV, leaning back comfortably, tapping the door handle with his fingers rhythmically. He listened to the gunshots coming from afar, the dull sound seemed like a unique background music, which made him smile strangely.

Is this Mexico? He thought silently in his heart, his eyes revealing a complex emotion, excitement, expectation, and a subtle contempt.

"Boss!" The driver's voice broke the brief silence in the car.

"Those Mexicans asked us to pull over. Should we stop?" The driver's tone was filled with a hint of hesitation and uneasiness. After all, they were in a foreign country and faced with unknown situations, so they could not help feeling a little nervous.

Fisk turned his head slightly, looked at the driver with cold eyes, and then said lightly: "Don't stop, drive straight over. Tell them that if they dare to get close, just run them over." His voice was low and powerful, full of unquestionable domineering.

"Understood!" After receiving Fisker's order, the driver stepped on the accelerator and the SUV rushed forward like a wild horse. At the same time, the black truck also accelerated to the front of the team. The huge body of the truck shone with metallic luster in the sun, and the engine made a deafening roar, like a roaring beast. With an indomitable momentum, it quickly crushed the Mexican police car that blocked the way in the distance.

The driver of the truck had a blank expression on his face and looked straight ahead with a firm gaze, as if he had no fear of the coming conflict. The wheels rolled, raising a cloud of dust, and the truck approached the Mexican police car at a very fast speed.

All Mexican policemen raised their guns at this moment, with nervous and hesitant expressions on their faces. Facing the aggressive truck convoy, they knew that firing a gun might cause greater conflict and chaos, but their duty forced them to respond. However, the fear in their hearts and the uncertainty of the situation made no one dare to be the first to shoot.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the distance between the truck and the police car was getting closer and closer, and the tense atmosphere filled the air. The palms of the Mexican police were sweating, they held their guns tightly, and stared at the approaching truck.

Just when they were about to collide, the Mexican police finally retreated. They reluctantly put down their guns and quickly dispersed to both sides, clearing the road. The police car seemed small and powerless in front of the powerful momentum of the truck. They knew the serious consequences of resisting the truck and could only choose to temporarily avoid it.

After breaking through the police blockade, the truck convoy continued to speed forward, leaving behind the helpless and shocked Mexican police in the dust.

"Boss, will this alert the enemy?" Melanie's voice came from the radio, with a hint of worry in her tone, "Will it be a bit too conspicuous for us to come in with such a big fanfare?"

Fisk picked up the radio, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Why are you scared?" His eyes revealed a kind of confidence and unruly, as if he was confident about everything in front of him.

"That's not the case." Melanie casually put her feet under the windshield and responded with a smile, "I just think that the sun here is so hot and scorching. Can you give me more overtime pay?" There was a sense of ease and playfulness in her words. It seemed that she did not care about the possible danger in front of her, but was more concerned about the extra compensation for working in this hot environment.

Fisk laughed loudly after hearing this, and his laughter echoed in the car, full of heroism and fearlessness. Then, he stretched his palm out of the window without hesitation and raised a middle finger, as if to show his disdain and provocation to the world.

The vehicle sped along the highway and soon arrived at the border city. Before entering the city, the layers of slums could be seen from afar.

The simple houses were crowded together, dilapidated, and seemed to be a corner forgotten by the world. The black smoke from burning in some places rose up, adding a bit of haze and dilapidated atmosphere to the land.

Mexico, because it is too close to the United States, has completely become a hell on earth, or in other words, a drug transit point. Massive amounts of drugs are continuously transported from here to the United States, corrupting the societies and peoples of both countries.

The drug lords in Mexico are named after the Plaza. The "Plaza" here is not a public place for people to relax and have fun in the ordinary sense. It carries a completely different and chilling meaning, representing the sphere of influence and area they control. Each drug lord group calls the territory they occupy a "Plaza". Behind this seemingly simple name, there is actually a deep meaning of power and a bloody history of struggle.

These areas named after the squares have become independent kingdoms of drug lords. In their own "squares", they act recklessly and control all resources and underground order without any scruples.

Starting from the source of drugs - the production link, hidden drug factories operate in the dark, pungent chemical smells permeate the air, and workers work numbly under the surveillance of drug lords. After the drugs are carefully packaged, they enter the transportation link. Disguised vehicles transport these deadly goods to various places through secret routes or checkpoints opened with bribes. The sales network is spread all over the corners, from the dark corners of the city to the trading points on the border. Drug lords use money and violence to build a huge and strict drug empire. Every link is under their strict control, like an invisible net, covering the lives of countless people and dragging them into the abyss.

In these squares named after drug lords, law and order have become meaningless. The power of the government often seems pale and powerless in the face of the powerful forces of drug lords. Drug lords bribe officials to let the power agencies that are supposed to uphold justice escort their illegal behavior. Those officials who are corrupted by money, under the temptation of interests, violate their duties and oaths and become accomplices of drug lords.

At the same time, drug lords also have powerful armed forces. They equip their troops with advanced weapons and never flinch when confronting the government. On the streets, the armed men of drug lords are rampant and ignore the existence of the law. The people dare not speak out. They rule these "squares" with violence and fear, making the dignity of the law disappear here, as if this is a corner forgotten by the world, and only the rules of drug lords dominate everything.

However, that was many years ago.

Hydra has taken root here for a long time. What they are eyeing are the resources and chaotic situation controlled by Mexican drug lords.

The Mexican drug lords can provide them with a large amount of financial support every year. These funds are like the blood of the drug lords, flowing into the pockets of Hydra continuously, providing a strong economic backing for their various activities.

Hydra used the drug lords' networks and channels to further expand its influence and extend its tentacles into wider areas.

The drug lord families may have really controlled Mexico for a period of time, but later it became the lair of Hydra. However, Hydra has now retreated from here because its branch here actually rebelled!

To some extent, this is almost impossible, because the reason Hydra has been able to survive to this day is because of its powerful brainwashing ability, and there is almost no possibility of rebellion. Their brainwashing methods are deep-rooted, controlling members from the root of their thoughts, making members extremely loyal to the organization, and even willing to sacrifice their lives for it without hesitation. This loyalty has been tested and strengthened for a long time, and has almost become a symbol of Hydra.

If this wasn't an act, then it could only mean that something really happened. Fisk had no doubts about this. Ophelia had no reason to lie to him, and there was no need to lie to him.

This meant that something big must have happened. Fisk was full of curiosity, and his mind began to work rapidly, thinking about various possible situations. Was it the intensification of the internal power struggle?

Or was it the intervention of external forces that caused the internal division of Hydra? Or was it some new factor that they could not control that had emerged? Countless questions swirled in his mind, but he had no clue for the time being.

But just because he was not anxious, it did not mean that others were not anxious. The helicopters that had been following in the sky swooped down towards the convoy. The roar of the helicopters was deafening, breaking the brief silence on the ground. The strong winds caused by the propellers howled, blowing up the dust on the ground.

"Boss, here comes the work!"

Chapter 254: City of Heads (Part )

"Stop!" A loud and majestic shout pierced the sky.

There were eight helicopters in total, like a group of ferocious steel raptors, surrounding the entire convoy from all directions with great momentum.

They were of different models, some were the latest models, the fuselage shone with cold metallic light, and the advanced equipment reflected dazzling light in the sun. The propellers rotated at high speed, making a deafening roar, as if an angry beast was roaring, and the alarm sounded from the sky, which was even louder and more terrifying.

Not far away, yellow sand was also rolling, like a surging yellow wave, gathering towards this side. The raised sand and dust covered the sky and blurred the vision, making the whole scene more tense and depressing. The earth seemed to be trembling under the dual pressure of the helicopter and the rolling yellow sand, and the air was filled with tension and danger.

"Zizizizi!" Sharp electromagnetic noise came from the radio, the sound was like countless steel needles rubbing against each other, extremely piercing, making people's eardrums bear huge pressure. Obviously, this electromagnetic noise was also specially disguised, and its purpose seemed to be to disrupt the other party's hearing and communication, adding a mysterious and tense atmosphere.

"We have no intention of going to war with you. Leave Mexico!" A cold and mechanical voice came out with difficulty through the noisy electromagnetic noise, as if it came from a distant void, with an unquestionable majesty and warning. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, full of determination and firmness.

"Too noisy!" Fisk impatiently reached out and directly pulled away the radio. His action was quick and decisive, as if he was filled with endless anger and disdain. Then he stretched his palm out of the window and raised his middle finger towards the helicopter in the sky. The middle finger was like a provocative sword, stabbing straight at the enemy in the air: "Shoot it down!" His voice was low and full of majesty, with an irresistible force.

"Got it!" Birds chirped in the sky. Above the clouds, some small black dots, like a group of black lightning, rushed down from the sky quickly. A sharp sound of breaking through the air followed, and the sound was sharp and rapid, as if it was tearing the air apart. The helicopter's radar immediately scanned those black figures, and the alarm sounded in the cabin instantly. The pilots looked solemn, and quickly controlled the helicopters to separate. Every two helicopters cooperated with each other and began to avoid the black dots rushing down from the sky.

The vulture looked at the helicopters and shook its wings violently. During the rapid descent, no sound could be transmitted through the headset, and the only sound in the ears was the whistling wind. Therefore, the way for the teams to communicate was to vibrate their wings at a unique frequency to convey various attack orders.

Under Vulture's command, all members wearing two-person combat uniforms quickly divided into groups. Their figures in the sky were like agile falcons, flying towards the direction of each helicopter team.

They moved freely in the air, and with their superb flying skills and tacit cooperation, they quickly closed the distance with the helicopter.

Seeing that the distance to the helicopter was getting closer and closer, everyone couldn't help but press the button within their reach. The next second, the syringe hidden in the combat uniform injected the hideous-looking worm directly into the body.

As soon as these worms entered the body, they quickly triggered a violent mutation reaction. The team members' eyes instantly turned blood red, and the blood red color seemed like a burning flame, revealing an almost crazy aura. The muscles on their bodies also began to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the taut muscle lines seemed to contain endless power.

The vulture was the first to let out a sharp cry, which cut through the sky like a battle horn, extremely penetrating and shocking. He led his birdman combat team, like a black whirlwind, swooping down on the helicopter group at an astonishing speed.

The machine gunners on the helicopter reacted quickly and immediately began to fire wildly. Bullets poured down like raindrops, interweaving in the air into a dense fire network. The dense bullets made a crackling sound like frying beans, which was terrifying.

However, the birdmen relied on their extraordinary agility to move freely between the bullets. Some birdmen suddenly turned sideways to avoid the bullets at the moment of their attack, and their movements were as agile as cheetahs, and the bullets flew past their bodies.

Some use the inertia of high-speed flight to perform various thrilling evasive maneuvers in the air, such as spinning and tumbling, as if dancing in the gaps between bullets.

A member of the Birdman team took advantage of the moment when the helicopter turned and rushed towards a helicopter like an arrow. A sharp claw suddenly stretched out from his hand, and the claw flashed with cold light, as hard as cast steel. He grabbed the fuselage of the helicopter fiercely, and the metal collided with the claw, making a harsh friction sound, leaving a deep scratch on the fuselage, as if it was going to tear the outer shell of the helicopter apart.

The pilot in the helicopter was shocked and frantically adjusted his flying attitude, trying to escape the birdman's attack.

The rocket launcher on another helicopter was activated, and a rocket with a long tail of flame was fired towards the bird people. The rocket was like a roaring dragon, rushing towards the bird people with a breath of destruction.

The birdmen quickly dispersed, but one member failed to dodge and was hit by the powerful shock wave of the rocket explosion. He lost his balance instantly and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, shouting in pain.

Seeing this, Vulture screamed angrily. He led several team members to flank the helicopter. Taking advantage of their high-speed flight, they quickly went behind the helicopter like ghosts.

One of the team members took out a small electromagnetic interference device from his combat uniform and threw it at the helicopter without hesitation. The helicopter's electronic system was instantly disturbed, the pointer on the dashboard jumped wildly, the flight became unstable, and the fuselage began to shake.

At this time, other birdmen took the opportunity to attack. They rushed towards the helicopter that had lost its balance, and some of them scratched the propellers with their claws, trying to destroy the helicopter's ability to fly. The propellers made a "crunching" sound under the attack of their claws, as if they would break at any time.

Some tried to destroy the tail of the helicopter. They hit the tail with all their strength, causing the helicopter to lose control in the air. Under the attack of the bird people, the helicopter was shaky and finally fell to the ground with black smoke, raising a cloud of dust and thick smoke on the ground.

But the Birdman team was not unscathed, and many members were injured in the fierce counterattack of the helicopter. Some were hit by bullets, and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing their feathers red, and the originally white or black feathers became mottled.

The injured team members endured the pain, but saw worms visible to the naked eye constantly wriggling in the epidermis under the skin at the wound.

These worms are like magical repair elves, working hard to repair the wounds.

They shuttled beneath the skin, causing the muscles around the wound to tremble slightly.

As the worms moved, the wounds began to heal at an alarming rate, with new granulation tissue growing rapidly. But this only applied to those team members who did not die immediately. Many people were directly broken into pieces, and even with the worms, there was no way to save them.

Helicopters fell one after another, making a loud roar, and each time they hit the ground, they raised a cloud of dust and smoke.

At this moment, the convoy on the ground also rushed over, and the roar of the engines was intertwined with the noise on the battlefield.

The next second, a rocket shot straight into the sky, like a firework, leaving a brilliant trail.

The rocket exploded in the air, emitting a dazzling orange-yellow light, instantly illuminating the chaotic sky.

But before long, the orange light was filled with silver dust-like things. In an instant, the dust covered the sky and earth, like countless plankton, covering the birdman team led by the vulture. The silver-gray dust spread at an extremely fast speed, like an invisible breath of death spreading rapidly.

Fisk narrowed his eyes, raised his head, and his hands couldn't help but radiate a light blue light. At the same time, several team members and the helicopter were unable to dodge and were immediately covered by the silver-grey dust.

The next second, screams were heard, and the sound was full of pain and fear, but the sound lasted less than a second before disappearing. Then, along with the helicopter, the team members who were fighting on the helicopter also disappeared, as if they had never existed in this sky. Only an empty area was left, which was creepy.

The vulture's eyes were full of anger and grief. Seeing his team members disappear in an instant, he screamed without hesitation.

Then, he led the remaining members to rush into the sky, trying to escape from the strange silver-grey dust. The silver-grey dust also rushed into the sky with them, following them like a shadow, as if it would not stop until it swallowed up all the birdman members.

Fisk saw it very clearly. The helicopter and the birdmen were all torn apart alive, as if they were eaten. The scene was extremely tragic and terrifying. The originally intact helicopter was covered in silver-gray dust, and it was instantly torn apart by countless invisible claws. The metal shell made a tooth-grinding twisting sound, and then it was broken into countless pieces, which fell to the ground one after another.

The birdmen were even more miserable. Their bodies seemed to be grabbed by a powerful and invisible force, their limbs were torn away from their bodies, feathers were flying all over the sky, and blood was sprayed in the air, like a bloody nightmare. Their screams stopped abruptly, and their lives were ruthlessly taken away in an instant, as if they were devoured by some unknown terrifying monster.

"Nano robots?" he muttered, feeling an inexplicable chill in his heart.

At this moment, they suddenly discovered that the silver-gray dust in the sky was like a group of hungry locusts, rushing towards the convoy quickly, with a momentum to destroy everything.

"Use electromagnetic waves to interfere with the bomb!"

Fisk was not panicking. His voice was steady and firm, as if he had the confidence to control the overall situation. Even the blue light on his hand disappeared without a trace, replaced by his swift and decisive command actions.

The black truck compartments were smashed open one after another, making dull sounds. Several tyrants with rockets on their shoulders stood there like steel giants. They quickly adjusted their postures and pointed the rockets in their hands at the sky.

The next second, the rockets dragged long flames, like angry meteors, filling the sky again. The moment the rockets exploded, the orange light was also dazzling, illuminating the entire battlefield, making this land full of smoke and chaos as bright as day, and every detail was visible under this strong light. The wreckage on the battlefield, the injured team members, and the people preparing for battle were all outlined with distinct contours by this light, like a frozen picture of war.

But then came the blue sparks that spread across the sky. The sparks were like countless blue electric grids, intertwined together to form a strong electromagnetic interference area. The blue electric current jumped and flickered in the air, making a "sizzling" sound, as if declaring war on the silver-gray dust. Each current contained powerful energy and resolute will. Wherever the current went, the air seemed to be ionized, emitting a special smell, which was a mixture of energy explosion and material reaction.

Under the blue electric sparks, the nanorobots in the sky were affected by electromagnetic interference, and their delicate internal structures were destroyed. Like birds that lost their direction, they began to break and fall. They fell from the sky like a silver rain, hitting the ground with a crackling sound. The moment they came into contact with the ground, they splashed tiny pieces of dust. Some of them even flashed their last residual light on the ground before completely losing their activity.

However, although most of the nanorobots failed and fell due to electromagnetic interference, some of them were about to rush into the convoy.

This small number of nanorobots seemed to have some kind of tenacious resistance, or they were at the edge of the electromagnetic interference during the initial attack and were not completely affected. Like a group of death-defying daredevil squads, they continued to approach the convoy with an indomitable momentum. The silver-gray light became more and more dazzling and strange as it approached the convoy, as if it had an unstoppable destructive force, shrouding the entire convoy in an atmosphere of tension and fear.

Just as the tyrants quickly adjusted their angles and were about to launch a second round of attacks, something unexpected happened. All the nanorobots that were approaching like a surging tide suddenly seemed to have lost all their power and instantly fell from the sky. They were like kites with broken strings, falling straight to the ground, making a series of slight "rustling" sounds and raising a small cloud of dust. The originally threatening silver-gray light also disappeared, and the tension on the battlefield was temporarily eased.

Then the radio in the car next to him once again rang with that somewhat irritating voice: "We have no intention of being your enemy... Let's talk!" This voice seemed particularly abrupt on the silent battlefield, with a hint of imperceptible urgency and compromise.