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

You can only see where the light ends.

One after another, the shriveled heads approached this side like a turbulent stream.

And that monster was thrown out directly by Fisk.

He kept rampaging among the zombies.

The shriveled zombies look like toys.

I was knocked flying by its body which looked like a small locomotive.

It is the concrete column made of reinforced concrete.

Under its impact, a gap was directly broken.

The red stone bricks inside were revealed.

It seems very angry.

His movements and expressions were just like a tiger that was provoked by its prey in its own territory and became angry and humiliated!

Fisk raised his middle finger.

The elevator door slowly closed.

Accompanied by a ding-dong sound.

The sharp flesh claws easily penetrated the alloy door of the elevator.

But when the pair of sharp claws crushed the alloy door into pieces.

The world behind the door was an elevator shaft that had been abandoned for who knows how many years.

Fisk was nowhere to be seen.

The elevator door slowly opened.

The waiter came forward again.

He subconsciously handed over the hot towel from his incubator.

But when he saw it was Fisk.

But I couldn't help but be stunned.

I was wondering why this guy came again.

He didn't notice Fisk's strange look.

Without waiting for the waiter to say anything, he snatched the hot towel from his hand.

Wipe the sticky liquid off your hands.

Fisk didn't dare throw the towel around.

Instead, he stuffed it into his pocket.

He doesn't want a biochemical crisis to happen in this world.

He made a phone call and took out the keys from his pocket.

Lester's voice accompanied the loud music on the dance floor, and there seemed to be the faint laughter of Ena Maynard dancing with Fazi after she was drunk.

"Hey, boss!"

Lester was also a little drunk.

However, Fisk was not prepared to let him continue to enjoy his vacation.

“Stop playing around and call the vultures down.

It's time to work overtime.

"Working boy!"

Chapter 52 Adventure!

"Boss, I'm an electrical engineer, not a chemist!"

Adrian Toomes was drunk and complained incoherently. He had drunk quite a lot. If Fisk had not slapped him on the head, he would have probably fallen asleep by now.

However, the vulture still perked up and began to observe the mucus on the hot towel with a microscope.

After observing carefully for a while.

Adrian Toomes regained some consciousness, but still couldn't speak clearly.

He could only grin and mumble, "Boss... there are indeed some cells left on this thing, but it seems to have lost its activity... it looks like it has been dead for a while... it's basically worthless for research, hiccup! Of course, I'm not a professional biologist, and the equipment here is not enough, so I can only analyze this much."

“Will it be contagious?”

"They're all dead, how can they be contagious?" Adrian Toomes shook his head. "They've been inactive for such a long time, even if we collect all the mucus with a needle and inject it into the artery, we won't get infected.

Of course, injections...hiccups, can cause other problems.

So... injections are not recommended.”

Fisk was relieved.

Wearing rubber gloves, he rolled up the towel and the glass and threw them into the brazier not far away.

“Vulture, you’re off duty.

Lester, follow me!"

Fisk patted Vulture's shoulder and walked out the door with Lester.

Entered the next room.

Fisk opened a bottle of beer and threw it to Lester.

I drank a bottle of Coke.

"Boss, someone wants to harm you?"

"Why do you think so?"

"I have seen a lot of documents in the Ministry of Defense before. Some of them are confidential and contain records about assassinations. The Ministry of Defense has begun to study special genetic weapons for use as poisons more than ten years ago. After being injected with those genetic viruses, people will die from heart disease or cerebral hemorrhage caused by genetic collapse and other related basic diseases in a short time!" Lester took a sip of beer, "Boss, am I right?"

Fisk shook his head.

It was the first time he heard of using genetic weapons as poison to kill people.

But in front of those zombies, no matter how ingenious the genetic weapons are, they are not enough.

"This is much more powerful than any genetic weapon...

However, I am not sure when the activity was lost. "

Fisk mumbled something that Lester couldn't understand.

When Lester heard Fisk talking, he didn't urge him, but waited quietly.

He knew that Fisk called him out alone because he must have something to tell him. If that was the case, there was no need to rush.

Just wait patiently, there is no use in being anxious.

While Fisk was thinking with his head down, his cell phone suddenly rang.

He answered the phone and Ophelia's voice came from the other end.

Fisk finally got her call.

Ophelia seemed very serious this time, and there was no weird noise coming from the other side: "Tsk tsk, I really like you more and more.

It seems that you are indeed suitable to be my partner." Ophelia was drinking, and she slowly poured the red wine into her mouth.

"how?

Do I have to cooperate with you?" Fisk teased and took a sip of the Coke in his hand.

"Hehe, if you don't cooperate with me, you will immediately be listed as a terrorist and a global wanted criminal... bounty hunters from all over the world will flock to you.

There are also mercenary groups and various other forces that will regard you as a thorn in their side. "

Ophelia's voice gradually became detached: "I know that your individual combat ability is very strong, and ordinary people have no way to get close to you.

But there are some things I have to make clear to prevent you from doing something unwise, like this time... Hehe, if it weren't for me, you would have been surrounded by the army a long time ago."

Ophelia put down the wine glass in her hand and said, "I don't think you can survive being chased by the whole world.

Believe me, that was a decisive situation that I couldn't escape.

No matter how you escape, the final result will not change.

If you die, your body will be sent for dissection and study.

And if you don't die, you will be locked up in a special prison.

Undergo endless dissections and secret experiments until you are no longer of any use and are moved to the crematorium.

Then it will burn completely, leaving no ash behind." Ophelia's voice gradually became louder, "Mr. Fisk, you have no other choice but to cooperate with me!"

Fisk curled his lips in disdain, "Appalling things don't necessarily make people feel scared!

You can't do it because you are not capable, but I really want to give it a try... Tell me, what are your conditions!"

"The condition is simple, that is to maintain our business."

Ophelia heard Fisk's words and realized that he was willing to cooperate, so she chuckled and said, "Don't worry, our business has been running smoothly and steadily for many years.

All you have to do is to ensure that no external forces disturb our business, and if each business is successfully completed, I will give you 10% of the profit of that business.

The US dollar is used for settlement, and of course gold is sometimes used.”

"I want fifty percent."

After Fisk finished speaking, he stopped talking and just waited quietly for the sound coming from the other side.

I didn't even ask what the business was.

"Do you know what business we are in?

You want 50% right away, Mr. Fisk, you have a big appetite."

"I always have a good appetite. As for your business, it has nothing to do with me, but you must give me 50% every time, otherwise... there is no need for our cooperation to continue."