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

Lester glanced up.

First stunned.

Just as he was about to stand up, the man patted him on the shoulder and sat down opposite Fisk.

At the same time, several men in black walked in from outside.

As soon as they came in, they started walking around with their ID cards and quickly drove everyone out of the pizza shop. The shop assistants and waiters were driven into the kitchen.

The souls in their bodies were not ordinary white light balls, but small light balls of light green, only twice as large as those of ordinary people, and not as exaggerated as those of the middle-aged man and Lester.

"Hello, I'm Thaddeus E. Ross!" The middle-aged man stretched out his hand. Fisk was stunned when he heard the name.

Thunderbolt General Ross.

Air Force General.

He has made great military achievements, was born into a prominent family, and is an absolute hawk in the US military.

There is a rumor that he is about to become the next Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army.

But why is he here?

And Lester seemed to know him.

Could it be that Lester leaked the information?

Fisk's deep eyes swept across Lester's body.

This made Lester immediately feel an uncontrollable shiver all over his body. This feeling made his whole body hairy and he couldn't stop sweating.

Lester quickly stood behind Fisk.

Show your position through actions.

Ross glanced at him and pretended not to see anything.

His palm was still suspended in the air.

Waiting for Fisk's hand to come up.

Fisk was silent for a moment.

Finally, he shook hands.

The two hands were clasped together.

Ross's palms were covered with calluses from rotten wood.

Like the friction calluses left by years of holding a golf club.

"You're famous now, Mr. Fisk. I'm not even as famous as you." Ross snapped his fingers lightly at the TV not far away, and the man in black who was standing in the pizza shop like a door god immediately started looking for the remote control.

The TV was quickly turned on.

A woman's figure appeared on the screen.

The woman was holding a microphone and there was a ruin behind her.

Or to some extent, this female reporter was standing on the ruins to broadcast the live broadcast.

Behind.

The golden sunlight is spreading.

The sun was shining and the sky was clear.

You can look at it carefully.

A faint black-gray smoke can still be seen.

Continuously floating towards the sky.

And where she is is Miami.

"It's so unfortunate!" Fisk sighed softly, "It's a natural disaster, it's so unfortunate, God bless the citizens of Miami."

"Yes, it's really unfortunate." Ross stretched out his hand behind him, and several photos were placed on the table. They were all taken by satellites. The thick clouds failed to successfully block the satellite's peeping.

Although it is very blurry, one can still vaguely make out the figures of Fisk, Lester and others.

Fisk picked up the photo.

She pursed her lips, with no expression on her face.

But I was thinking.

Do you want to overturn the table?

Kidnap this Air Force General.

At this time, Ross lit a cigar and handed one to Fisk. "I heard that you also like to smoke cigars. Try this one. It tastes good."

Fisk took the cigar.

He understood immediately.

Ross came to negotiate with me, not to accuse me.

Seeing Fisk take the cigar he handed over.

A smile appeared on Ross's face.

“We didn’t intentionally take the photos secretly, but the wind level of the giant squid was so high this time that the weather satellite kept a close eye on Miami.

But don't worry, I won't peek again.

You just have to be on our side.”

"Mr. Ross, what does it mean to be on your side?"

"It's simple. Compared with cooperating with the Japanese, we trust our own people more!"

Fisk narrowed his eyes.

He found the account book in Shredder's gym.

However, I haven't had time to look through it yet.

It now appears that Schneider is doing something other than drug business.

It seems that there are other business activities.

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, if you don't agree, these photos will be on TV in the next second."

"What if I agree?"

“Then you will become our spokesperson, help us sell our products, and we’ll split the profits 70% to 30%.

Of course, if anything goes wrong, you will be the one to take the blame!" Ross said without mercy, and his eyes finally showed contempt no longer able to hold back.

“I don’t sell drugs.”

"I hate drug dealers, too!" Ross shook his head. "The Department of Defense is not the CIA. We only sell arms.

Of course, there are some things we can’t sell openly, so we need a suitable helper, an obedient ally.”

“Why did you look for me?

Is it because I don’t sell drugs? "

"No!" Ross shook his head, "Actually, you are not my first choice.

But someone called me and recommended you.

I took a look at your profile and found that you do have some potential, so I came here to talk to you. "

"What's the saving grace?"

"Yes!" He stretched his hand back again, and a few more photos were placed on the table.

This happened on campus not long ago.

It turned out that Ross had been eyeing him since then.

"If it weren't for those calls I made, you might have been in jail now. You owe me a big favor. If you count Miami, you owe me two big favors."

“Who recommended me?”

"You don't need to know. You just need to tell me whether you choose to cooperate with us or be our enemy."

"Since I have no choice, I can only choose to cooperate with you."

nodded.

Ross took a puff of his cigar, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face: “Actually, I still want to thank you, you helped me get rid of my biggest enemy.

I was planning to retire in two years, but I didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain.

However, it looks like my retirement plan may have to be postponed!"

"Who did I kill?"

“He is a four-star general in the United States. He was also the one who selected the Big Foot Gang.

But now I have the final say…” Ross suddenly felt a vibration and the man in black next to him handed him a phone.

Ross put it to his ear and didn't say anything, just listened.

After a long while, he said, "I know. I'll be in Washington in three hours."

Ross put on his golf bag and walked out of the pizza shop. "Pay attention to the phone. I will call you as soon as possible. I will give you a chance to see if you are suitable to be my ally.

Not everyone can seize the opportunity.

You only get one chance.

good luck.

Besides, you're pretty photogenic Mr. Fisk!"

With that, Ross left.

Although his attitude was gentle, Fisk could still feel that Ross's every move was mixed with visible arrogance.

The men in black also left.