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

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Zhao Hailun looked at the car full of ferocious criminals.

He held the introduction tightly in his hand and swallowed nervously.

In particular, she saw the black muzzle of the gun swinging back and forth continuously.

Fisk held out his hand. "Are you done? Let me see."

Zhao Hailun handed over the introduction in his hand, "Boss, you don't think my research project is rubbish, so you are going to sell me to Mexico!"

“Mexicans don’t like Asians.

They like big tits and big butts, and you don’t qualify.”

Fisk looked at the introduction in his hand and read it carefully word by word.

You know what, although this Viagra project sounds a bit unpresentable.

But if it is really as stated in the introduction.

This is really a big market.

After all, who doesn't want to feel bigger?

Still, Fisk was a little curious.

Why did Zhao Hailun choose such a path?

“To make money!”

Zhao Hailun said without thinking: "I have a project that needs a lot of financial support. This project may not see any results for ten or twenty years. I have found many investors, but they all said I was crazy. So I decided to do it myself. It happens that this targeted drug has the same effect as my project. If I can make it, I will never be short of money in the future!"

"You are quite candid."

"But I'm curious about what project it is?"

Zhao Hailun hesitated.

But thinking that he had already signed the contract and Fisk was so generous, Zhao Hailun whispered: "This project is called Regeneration Cradle. Simply put, it is a biological cell creation technology. By cloning the corresponding cells, filling the wound with cells, printing layer by layer, and finally achieving biological reconstruction, I call it Regeneration Cradle."

Zhao Hailun paused for a moment when he spoke here. "In fact, it is not just simple cell printing, nor is it necessarily limited to creating biological cells. My guess is that some active metals with high activity and good cell compatibility can also be printed into the body, which can greatly enhance the strength of the body.

Of course, this is just a guess.

In the short term, I don’t have any evidence to support my guess.”

"Are you trying to win the Nobel Prize?" Fisk jokingly said.

But I didn't expect it.

"Of course!" Zhao Hailun nodded seriously without any hesitation: "Of course I want to win the Nobel Prize. I want to make those who looked down on me.

They all stood in the audience with their eyes wide open, wondering how on earth I could get onto that podium. "

"Good!" Fisk clapped his hands gently, and finally handed the introduction back, "I will invest in your project, but you have to make this Viagra first."

"Viagra?"

"That's it..." Recalling the name on the introduction, Fisk said seriously, "It's your reproductive organ reconstruction targeted drug!"

"Oh... this is a good name, let's use it!"

"Ha ha!"

Fisk laughed dryly.

The bus drove into the dock warehouse.

The gunmen who arrived here ahead of time surrounded the warehouse.

The vulture sat on the top of the warehouse with its feet dangling in the air. Its eyes were like sharp swords. It kept scanning the surroundings while drawing and writing in the small notebook in its hand.

After this period of fighting.

The birdman equipment on the vulture has been upgraded many times.

And the technology is becoming more mature and more secure.

Fisk has talked with Vulture several times about mass-producing this birdman equipment.

The vulture was also very excited.

Because he was the only one doing the fighting and testing.

The speed and efficiency are very slow.

However, the production conditions of this combat uniform are also quite harsh.

If you want to carry out large-scale production, you must have an assembly line. Otherwise, it will take a lot of time to assemble each set of combat uniforms, and it is easy to make assembly errors without a fixed template.

This is flying in the sky.

It is difficult to control.

If any mistake occurs again, we may not be able to soar in the sky.

Instead, he went straight for free fall!

Saw the bus coming.

The vulture stood up immediately.

Originally, he wanted to fly down directly.

But suddenly a shadow flashing in the darkness caught his attention.

He bent down and turned on the searchlight beside him.

Pushing the light, it soon locked onto the dark figure that was constantly jumping and shuttling in the shadows.

It was a strange guy wearing a red and blue tights.

The moment the searchlight locked on him.

Peter Parker was startled. He didn't expect that he would be discovered.

He was so scared that he spit out spider silk, then pulled his arms and swung to the side.

But Vulture pushed the searchlight and followed Peter Parker closely.

It wasn't until the searchlight's bearing got stuck in a blind spot that the vulture lost sight of the guy who looked like he was coming to the pajama party.

He flapped his wings and flew towards where Peter Parker disappeared.

But in the end, nothing was found.

Peter Parker turned and ran after realizing he was exposed.

It would be strange if the vulture could find it.

The lamp post that had just been illuminated naturally caught Fisk's attention.

He got out of the car and learned what the pajama baby looked like from the vulture's mouth.

Fisk raised his eyebrows and said, "If he dares to come again, I will kill him!"

The vulture nodded, and then took out the assisted respirator from his dense feathers: "Boss, Crow said he is willing to meet with you, but he has some things to do in Africa now, and he will come to the United States to meet you after he is done!"

"understood!"

The effort of the two of them in talking.

The criminals who had just been released from prison were kicked off the bus.

Unlike the last time when they had to borrow people from Monica, the old people who survived last time arranged the newcomers into teams with ease, and if they didn't cooperate, they would be shot with the butt of a rifle.

Although Fisk did not forbid them from killing people, he also did not say that they could kill people at will.

If Fisk said that all the disobedient troublemakers should be killed.

Then they would have opened fire long ago, so how could they just gently give them a body massage with the butt of the gun?

Zhao Hailun stood next to Fisk.

She looked at those ferocious criminals and shrank her head in fear, but she didn't know that such an action would happen to these vicious criminals who had not seen a woman for a long time.

Zhao Hailun was simply provoking them by making coquettish gestures.

More and more criminals focused their attention on Zhao Hailun.

However, this Asian woman has no figure, which does not conform to their aesthetic standards.

But people who are starving don’t care about so many things.

Now even if you give them a pile of shit, they will eat it without mercy.

Those gunmen who have officially become full-time employees.

Looking at those gazes, I sneered in my heart.

That's known.

Fisk is not a good man.

He is a real butcher who kills without blinking an eye.

Moreover, the identity of Ms. Zhao Huailun is not ordinary. She is the head of the biological laboratory. Many of the gunmen here help to decorate the huge biological laboratory during the day. Naturally, they understand how much importance Fisk attaches to the biological laboratory.

Therefore, it was completely expected.

What a miserable end these guys will have.

But a few smart guys have begun to remember the source of those gazes.

Fisk raised his hand to look at his watch, then glanced at the gunmen following him. He said calmly with an unusual tone: "Each of you kill three people at random. I'll give you five seconds. If you can't kill them, you'll have to sacrifice your own life for these three people!" As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the bolt being pulled and the roaring noise from the muzzle immediately resounded throughout the freight warehouse.

The hot bullet devours life.

The prisoners trapped in the center had never expected that they would suddenly attack.

Caught off guard, with nowhere to hide.

The crowd was standing in a crowd, and the bullets only penetrated a little bit forward, and a large number of criminals fell to the ground, and their lives or deaths were unknown.

"Five, four, three. Two, one!"

Fisk lit a cigarette.