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

"Ding!" The crisp reminder sound was like the death knell of the god of death, instantly echoing in the empty passage, followed by a deafening "boom!" A loud noise, like thunder from the sky, the explosives exploded at the bottom of the elevator shaft. In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, and the orange-red flames, wrapped in surging air waves, surged up the shaft like a wild beast, and the scorching heat instantly ignited the surrounding air, turning it into a sea of ​​fire.

The impact force produced by the explosion was even more astonishing. It caused the entire underground tunnel to shake violently, the stone walls to peel off, and huge rocks to roll down. For a moment, smoke and dust filled the air, and sand and rocks flew everywhere, as if the end of the world had arrived.

As for Riven, she had already predicted the situation at the moment of the explosion, and took advantage of the inertia of the explosives to rush out like a ghost. She was light and nimble, and rushed into the passage next to her in a few steps. When the blast swept over, she was already walking steadily in the passage as if nothing had happened.

This passage is like a mysterious time and space tunnel, with one end connecting to a hellish underground place and the other end leading to a dreamlike and strange world.

Outside the passage, the scenery suddenly changes, and what comes into view is a piece of emerald green grass, as if the palette of nature has been overturned, and the rich greenness hits you in the face. Crystal clear dewdrops hang on the fresh grass leaves, shining in the light. The breeze blows, and the grass waves sway and rustle, as if they have really returned to the surface of the earth. The surroundings are lush and green, and towering trees rise from the ground with lush branches and leaves, casting mottled green shades, like a natural green giant umbrella, supporting a cool world for this quiet place.

In the distance, a building that looks like a medieval European hospital stands quietly at the end of the trees. The building is simple and elegant, with mottled traces of time on its stone exterior walls, towering spires piercing the sky, and colored glazed windows flashing mysteriously in the light, like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, quietly watching over this mysterious place, exuding a tranquil and mysterious atmosphere.

"I think I've been here before."

Riven looked at the building in the distance and frowned.

"This means that you should take medicine."

Vanessa's voice also sounded at the right time.

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The moment the doctor woke up from his dream and realized that the base he had worked so hard to build and guarded had been raided, the gears of fate had already ruthlessly crushed him - he had been swiftly pressed to the cold, dusty ground, unable to move.

The doctor's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, shock and anger, veins bulged on his neck, and he struggled and twisted his body desperately, trying to break free from the vise-like restraints that locked him tightly.

However, the foot on his back was as strong and powerful as a heavy mountain, and every inch of pressure was enough to crush everything, leaving him no chance or ability to resist. The doctor dug his nails into the soil, and the veins on the back of his hand twisted like earthworms, but it only raised a few wisps of dust in vain, and his body was still suppressed.

Fisk's tall figure stood aside, still wearing the funny and somewhat weird Winnie the Pooh doll suit.

The fur rose and fell slightly in the night, and his round belly swayed gently with his breathing. His image, which should have been naive, now exuded a chilling aura in the darkness. He tilted his head slightly, his narrow eyes were like cold stars, and he looked coldly at the doctor who was pressed to the ground in a miserable state. He opened his thin lips slightly, and the words he uttered were like ice: "I regret it." His voice was low, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting the doctor's heart hard.

After a while, the doctor seemed to have all his strength drained away and suddenly stopped struggling. Then, without any warning, he burst into wild laughter. The laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, piercing the silence of the night sky and echoing in the empty base, revealing a sense of madness and determination.

"You have no idea what you're provoking, Fisk!" He roared, his neck turned red due to the force, and saliva flew everywhere. "You will die miserably, everyone will die, all of Mexico will die, you..." The resentful curse was like a curse, and before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly.

The doctor suddenly became motionless, as if his soul had been taken away in an instant. Only black blood slowly flowed out of the corner of his mouth, like a winding black snake, emitting a strange luster under the pale moonlight, silently indicating that he had committed suicide by taking poison.

The poison must have been hidden between his teeth long ago, as a last resort for survival in desperate situations. The poison was so strong that it corroded his internal organs in an instant, and he died before he could even scream.

Seeing this, Fisk shook his head subconsciously, frowning slightly, and inexplicably had a sense of foreboding in his heart. It felt like an invisible little hand gently tugging at the tip of his heart, causing a dull pain, and a chill creeping up his spine to the top of his head. But he was always conceited, and the pride in his bones was at work, so he didn't take it seriously at the moment, just thinking it was the doctor's bluff before his death.

At this time, the singing outside was still resounding through the sky. The cheerful melody and dynamic rhythm were like an invisible giant hand, pulling people into a whirlpool of joy. This Halloween concert was still in full swing. The cheers and laughter of the crowd rose and fell, forming a sharp contrast with the deathly silence in the room.

But at this moment, Vanessa's voice suddenly appeared in his mind without any warning, like a bolt of lightning, clear and pleasant but with a hint of solemnity: "Master, I feel something is wrong?"