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

She was holding an apple pie in her hands and a cup of coffee next to her.

Looking at the people in the park, who were walking in groups or alone, eating apple pies in their hands with expressionless faces and without saying a word.

When I feel it is a bit dry, I will take a sip of coffee.

Mark Murdoch sat next to her.

Erica glanced at him sideways and said casually, "Want some apple pie?"

"Thank you, if you can."

Erica pulled out an apple pie from the bag next to her.

After sending it over, she said casually, "I just came back from a law firm and found that it was surrounded by the police. I asked a few questions casually and they said that the lawyer Mark Murdoch who was there was actually a murderer who had been wanted by the police for a long time."

Mark Murdoch was silent for a moment, then a bitter smile appeared on his face. "I was framed!"

"Framed?" Erica turned her head.

"Yes, framed!" Mark Murdoch emphasized the word "framed" again, "I have been tracking down a drug dealer recently, a new drug lord in New York City, who occupied Hell's Kitchen and took over the Irish territory.

He has a backer, a very big backer.

So I worked with Chief George of the police department.

We are ready to take him down in one fell swoop and destroy this new drug trafficking group." Mark Murdoch said this sincerely. If Erica had not watched the whole trial at the scene, she would probably be convinced by him: "But we still underestimated his strength." Mark Murdoch gritted his teeth and clenched the apple pie in his hand, crushing the steaming apple pie into something inedible.

Erica saw this and silently said in her heart what a waste of food.

She had never eaten delicious apple pie like this when she was a child. She ate all kinds of extremely unpalatable high-calorie foods every day, just to be better trained to become a killer.

Mark Murdoch seemed to be aware of his own gaffe.

He loosened his grip with a little embarrassment.

Fortunately, Erica did not show any expression of excessive concern. Instead, she took out a tissue and handed it to Mark Murdoch, her tone still calm: "Then why didn't you tell me before? Why didn't you let me help you?"

Mark Murdoch fell into silence. "I'm... afraid you're in danger... Erica, I need your help now."

"What can I do for you?"

“We need to find the most direct evidence against the drug dealer and send him to jail or kill him directly.

But I obviously can't do it alone, I need your help!"

"Will killing him or sending him to prison clear you of the frame-up?"

Mark Murdoch fell silent again, and after a long time, he said truthfully: "I'm afraid it's difficult... I have confidence, but..." Mark Murdoch did not continue, but what he wanted to express was clearly revealed in the hesitation on his face.

But after a while, he still said truthfully: "As long as it can be proved that the things he took out are fake, then Director George will be released from prison, and then I may be able to clear my name."

Erica looked at Mark Murdoch.

Seeing him wearing sunglasses on his face late at night.

Looking at him, I can clearly see everything in the world.

But the eyes are still hidden behind the sunglasses.

Erica picked up the coffee and took a sip, "Okay, I'll help you!

But, Mark, I want to ask you, do you love me?"

"Of course!" Mark Murdoch's high emotional intelligence was fully demonstrated at this moment. The moment he heard the question, he did not hesitate at all, nor did he hesitate for even 0.1 seconds. Instead, he said directly: "I love you very much, and I am willing to give my life for you. I know that I trapped you in the law firm before, which made you very unhappy. I also understand that I should not restrict your freedom.

But, I really just want to protect you.

I'm really afraid that you will encounter any danger again.

However, I can promise that I will not be so selfish again in the future.

Erica, I am an orphan, and you are my only relative in this world…”

Erica seemed moved by such words.

Tears seemed to flash in her eyes. She nodded gently and lowered her head shyly: "I understand... When are we going to act?"

"Thank you, Erica. I have called a few other friends and the time is set for tonight!" Mark Murdoch's eyes flashed with more murderous intent, "He will never expect that we will take action against him immediately.

If it takes too long, he will be on guard against us, so it’s best to do it today…”

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"Thank you, Erica! Don't worry, I'll pay attention." Fisk dragged the huge blender in his hand and clamped the phone with his head and arms. "He doesn't dare to come!"

"Fisk, he's entangled with a large group of people, all mutants and street vigilantes. There are quite a lot of them. This is not a joke. You have to be careful..." Erica's slightly worried voice came from the other side.

"It's okay... Erica, if he really comes, don't blame me if anything unexpected happens..."

"I know. I've tried to talk him out of it, but he's lost all reason...He's here and should be leaving soon."

Erica hung up the phone.

Fisk also reached out and put the phone into his trouser pocket.

With force on his feet, he directly placed the mixer kettle weighing hundreds of kilograms on the bracket of the industrial mixer.

Accompanied by a "bang" sound!

The mixer was built.

Lester came over carrying two buckets of cooking oil.

Without even looking or thinking, he poured two barrels of oil into the machine. Then he turned on the blender and let the cooking oil rub and squeeze back and forth in the blender to consecrate the newly arrived blender.

While listening to the deafening roar of the blender, Lester asked Fisk, "Boss, why did you buy this food-grade meat blender?

Are we going to open a slaughterhouse?

Or do you want to start a cooked food business?

Do you want to hang some Italian sausages?"

"A meat blender is of course used to blend meat. Making sausages is a good choice, but I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it." Fisk sneered, "Someone once reminded me that when determining whether an enemy is dead, it is best to stand on his broken body.

After much thought, I still feel that a broken body is not safe enough.

So, I thought I might as well just crush it.

Otherwise, if he is some kind of mutant with amazing recovery ability and comes back to cause trouble for me, it will be a real headache for me."

Lester pursed his lips and looked at the blender behind him with some fear.

However, I was thinking with evil humor in my heart that it would be fine if I was thrown in and stirred after I died, but if I was thrown in and stirred while I was alive, how desperate I would feel!

Fisk glanced at his watch.

It's one o'clock in the morning.

But for New York, the city that never sleeps.

But it was a lively time.

However, Hell's Kitchen seemed to have fallen asleep early.

Ever since Fisk took over Hell's Kitchen.

The entire Hell's Kitchen had a quiet night.

Although, from time to time, one or two drunkards would appear.

However, they are quickly captured by patrolling nuns and thrown out of Hell's Kitchen.

Of course, if there are idiots with dirty hands.

It is also possible that the arm or thigh may be broken.

"The warden has sent another batch of prisoners over!"

Lester seemed to remember something, and Fisk said, "He said he had applied for resignation.

At most, I will quit next month!

This may be the last favor he can do for us.”

“Then you send the money over tomorrow and wish him a happy retirement.

But tell him.

Before we leave, we need him to connect us with the new warden."

"Boss, we can train our own mercenaries!" Lester said with some doubt: "In fact, there is no need to use these prisoners.

Before, we didn’t have time, but now we have plenty of time…”

"No, no, no!" Fister shook his head. "Recruiting people will leave clues. I won't feel bad if these death row prisoners die. Don't develop any camaraderie with them.

They are not your subordinates, they are just tools for killing... Let's use the old method. After we resolve the matter tonight, we will transport them to that world tomorrow.

Eat the meal one bite at a time.

This time, after dealing with Murdoch.

We can also take time out.

Let's explore that world!" Fisk turned off the blender behind him and said, "This thing is good. I hope the guests will like it."

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"No, why is Hell's Kitchen so quiet!"

A puzzled voice of a team member came from the radio, and Mark Murdoch turned down the volume of the radio, then put it to his mouth and said, "Ever since this guy occupied Hell's Kitchen, he has started to acquire land and apartments in Hell's Kitchen.

Now he has acquired one-sixth of the apartments and land use rights in the entire Hell's Kitchen, and other gangs have been blocked from entering. Now he has the final say in the entire Hell's Kitchen.

He rules as a tyrant in Hell's Kitchen.

Not only that, he demanded a curfew, but also required all residents living in Hell's Kitchen to sell their houses and land to him! "Mark Murdoch, the lawyer, is very good at using the art of language, especially in provoking emotions, which is even better than some politicians. Everything he said was true, but the words were a little too radical.

In fact, Fisk was indeed buying up land and apartments throughout Hell's Kitchen, but he did not make huge profits from the purchases. Instead, he raised the price and offered a price that ordinary residents could not refuse.

Although, it also feels a bit like forced selling.

But the vast majority of residents are happy to sell.

After all, who wouldn't want to move to a community with a better and safer living environment instead of staying in Hell's Kitchen?

The main reason is that Fisker does not have as much money as imagined.