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

"When did you do it?"

“Of course, to get you hot.

My body is made up of countless fungal spores, which can be fused at will... But don't worry, it's harmless to you, I just want you to take me away from here.

In my opinion, there is no faster way to build trust than in this way right now.”

Fisk was a little amused and helpless, but since Dimitrescu was plotting against him, it meant that she... When he looked over again, Fisk found that Dimitrescu's tight windbreaker had been opened for a long time, and she had turned her back to him, revealing her smooth back.

Even from a distance, Fisk could see the two gray-white jade celestial globes dancing in the air.

"You can actually negotiate with me!"

"But, that takes a long time to take effect."

Dimitrescu laughed and gently locked the door...

Chapter 104: Mrs. Hachisha will also get pregnant?

"Will you get pregnant?"

"Of course!"

Mrs. Dimitrescu stood up from the ground, she adjusted her hair, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Humans are also made up of countless cells. I am no different. Naturally, I also have normal body functions.

But if you don’t want me to, I don’t have to get pregnant.”

As she spoke, her bulging belly slowly deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Rumbling sounds continued to be heard, and it felt like a vibrant symphony was being played in her stomach.

Fisk leaned against the cabinet and lit a cigarette.

He looked up at Dimitrescu, who stood up like a giant. "This world is your home. Do you want to leave it so badly?"

“No!” Dimitrescu shook his head and sat down next to Fisk. He took the cigarette from Fisk’s hand, took a puff, and said, “I don’t want to leave here, but I don’t want to be put on the laboratory table and studied again.

I want to find a backer!"

Fisk looked around the lab.

It's called a laboratory, but it's more like a large underwater world, just like the kind Fisk had seen in the underwater world before, with large glass tubes used to store jellyfish.

However, what are contained in these large glass tubes are not the cute or strangely ugly deep-sea jellyfish that make people marvel.

But one "person" after another!

Dimitrescu smokes a cigarette.

Leaning against the white wall, her grayish white skin contrasted with the white wall, looking mysterious and weird.

Fisk looked at these people.

Some of the people in these jars are in human form, some are not, and some are similar to human form, but you can vaguely see that they are transformed from one person.

“Where are the guards you mentioned?

Why didn’t I see him?”

Dimitrescu walked over to a jar.

The jar contained a small man wearing a cowboy hat.

The skin is gray and pale, like a statue, lifelike.

His whole body was covered with various needles and IV tubes.

These needles and infusion tubes were continuously injecting a silver liquid into his body.

Through the cloudy glass and the yellow liquid inside, Dimitrescu pointed his palm towards the bottom of the jar.

Fisk looked over and immediately saw a pursuer with the same grayish-white complexion, expressionless face, and eyes closed, soaking at the bottom of the jar, just below the little cowboy.

The cowboy's constantly moving body would often collide with the pursuers below.

The pursuer also had an IV tube in his head.

If you look closely, you will find an IV tube extending out from the cowboy's skin.

Fisk understood that if the little cowboy above ran away, the pursuers below would be activated immediately.

"Each of these pursuers is special-made. They are equipped with unique weapons that can specifically restrain us." Dimitrescu leaned against the glass wall, looking at the cowboy floating slowly inside with his eyes closed. "This is Carl Heisenberg. I have fought with him for many years, but I didn't expect that in the end I would become someone else's experimental subject." There was a hint of self-mockery in Dimitrescu's words.

"Have they all been locked up?"

"Yes!" Dimitrescu nodded. "They didn't run out once. It's not that they are weak, but my ability is different from theirs.

I can control the transformation of fungi in my body at will, so I have a strong resistance to coolant." Dimitrescu said, her palm slowly dissipated until it turned into black flies the size of fingernails buzzing in the air, "There are cracks on the glass jar, although they are very small, but for fungi, they are still like a natural moat, very eye-catching.

I controlled the fungus to dig along the gap little by little.

Once the hole is dug through, the body will be moved out little by little."

Dimitrescu took Fisk to her home, which was a broken glass jar with two shriveled corpses in front of the jar. The clothes on their bodies showed that they were also prisoners. The ground was covered with black blood, which was very sticky. Next to it was the fire axe that Fisk purchased in New York.

Fisk could almost picture what was happening in his mind.

Dimitrescu relied on the fungal spores he released to control one or more prisoners who broke in, smashed the culture tank, and escaped from it. Of course, this also caused the pursuer who was originally stepped on by Dimitrescu to wake up from hibernation.

This led to the battle that took place not long ago.

And next to the Dimitrescu jar.

There were also three girls with grayish-white skin placed in order. They were also wearing complicated aristocratic costumes, but they were all black, similar to the white aristocratic dress that Dimitrescu wore at the beginning, which looked like a wedding dress.

However, the heights of these three noble girls were similar to those of ordinary people. The tallest one was only 1.8 meters tall, and the shortest one seemed to be less than 1.6 meters tall. Compared with Dimitrescu, who was nearly three meters tall and looked like a giant, they looked as delicate as dolls.

"These are your daughters?"

"Yes!" Dimitrescu said without hesitation, "However, they have no father and reproduce asexually, just like spores.

However, they are all very close to me, and I also have a natural bloodline suppression power over them!"

Fisk's pupils darkened.

He looked at the heads of the three girls. The colors of their souls were also different.

This means that they have their own personalities and thoughts.

"You need me to rescue them?"

"No!" Dimitrescu shook his head without hesitation, "You are the most powerful person I have ever seen, but facing the thermobaric bomb, you will still be injured, which means you will still die! I don't want to see you get hurt, and I don't want to see you die.

So I would rather they stay here quietly.

At least, they are safe here." Dimitrescu said sincerely. She put on the tight windbreaker again. The wide windbreaker made her look like a short skirt, especially the two gray thighs hanging down from the windbreaker. Fisk's palm seemed to feel warm again.

Although Dimitrescu has nothing to do with humans to some extent.

However, her body was very warm, and it felt like touching a hot water bottle. It felt so comfortable in the hand that Fisk was reluctant to leave and could not forget it for a long time.

As if he could see what Fisk was thinking.

Dimitrescu raised the corner of his mouth with an evil arc, raised his leg slightly, and slid his foot slowly up along Fisk's calf.

A tingling sensation like an electric current constantly stimulated Fisk.

Fisk lowered his head. The eye-catching black nail polish on his grayish-white soles was like the eyes of a venomous snake. When the light shone on them, they were abnormally bright, but not scary. Instead, they looked a little cute.

He reached out and grasped the grayish-white sole of the foot.

Dimitrescu has big feet.

But she had to keep her three-meter-tall body standing.

But it is not bloated and there is no excess flesh.

The feeling of holding it in the hand is full of bones. Fisk's fingers slide on the instep of her foot, his eyes looking at the gray toes with fiery eyes. The palm of his hand can't help but slide down, continuously kneading her instep, looking at the five slender toes hidden in the black nails, full of mysterious temptation, especially Dimitrescu's body skin is unusually warm, even the toes are not surprising.

Fisk couldn't help but move her toes that wanted to be curled up, and put his fingers into the gaps between her toes to prevent her toes from closing easily. He clenched his palms slightly and held all five round toes tightly in his palms.

Fisk's breathing gradually became heavier.

He grabbed Dimitrescu's arm and pulled her head down from where it was raised high.

Fisk kissed her without thinking.

His palm slid greedily over Dimitrescu's warm thigh.

Dimitrescu's grayish-white skin was bloodless, but her heterochromic eyes were full of confusion. She looked at Fisk, saw those pure black eyes, and felt that her soul was about to be intoxicated in them, and her body couldn't help but fall on Fisk.

Whirlpools appeared in Fisk's eyes. In his originally deep eyes, pink spots of light bloomed like flowers, and invisible ripples flickered in the air.

The girls who were originally floating peacefully in the incubator suddenly began to struggle slowly. They all had IV tubes connected to their bodies, which continuously injected the nutrients and sedatives they needed into their bodies. Logically speaking, they would be trapped here forever until the nutrients and sedatives in these tubes became ineffective, and then they would regain consciousness.

But at this moment.

Their soul auras continued to expand.

The body that was originally in a deep sleep began to slowly revive.

And all of this came from the quick flashes of pink light in Fisk's eyes.

A voice appeared in Fisk's ears, full of fatigue, as if it had just experienced a life-and-death fight, "Dear, I'm sorry I'm late."

It's Salesh!

Fisk said nothing.

Still kissing Dimitrescu.

"Wow, it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early!" Salis's words gradually became more lively, "Big cart and small horse! This is my favorite part to watch!"

Fisk seemed to hear the sound of popcorn in his ears.

It made a constant creaking sound.

But soon, the creaking sound disappeared, and Shalish continued, "Dear, I'm sorry, I can't watch it anymore. A guy who fell asleep on the toilet has woken up again. This is giving me a headache. I may not be able to pay attention to you in the near future.

But it doesn't matter, you are still my most important baby!" Shalish yawned, "Well, I'm a little tired. You did a good job this time, but it's not enough. I hope you can have a bigger reward next time. In order to encourage you, I decided to upgrade the reward this time. I hope you like it. I'm going to sleep for a while. Goodbye, dear." Shalish's voice disappeared.

And along with the disappearance of Shalish's voice.

Invisible ripples disappeared in the air.

Next to them, the three girls in the culture tanks opened their eyes at the same time.

They looked at the world around them in confusion.