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

"You guys also know how to cook Japanese food?"

Fisk looked at them in a strange way, busying around, making sushi, tempura, miso soup. Fisk even saw tonkotsu ramen... "Are you in a heavy prison, or are you attending a chef training class? You can make kebab, Italian food, and some French food, and now you can even make Japanese food."

Lester was not surprised. It was obvious that he was used to what was happening in front of him. "This is one of the few things in prison that can help kill time. And the warden before Dr. Kraft was a gourmet. As long as you cook his favorite dishes, you can get a significant reduction in your sentence." Lester gently picked up the fried shrimp and stuffed it into his mouth, while writing and drawing on the notebook.

Fisk leaned over.

I saw that he was drawing a very strange gun in his notebook.

It can fire both bullets and crossbows. It looks weird, but there is also a small external howitzer underneath, the caliber of which far exceeds any known rifle.

"You're going to make your own gun?"

"Correct!"

Lester nodded, "Almost. Next time if I encounter an enemy that can control magnetic fields, I will be able to fight back."

"Boss, I want to stay here." Zhao Hailun said suddenly, her eyes fixed on the plate in front of her, but her expression was a little uneasy.

Fisk glanced at her and shook his head without hesitation, "No."

"Boss, I am confident that I can produce results in a very short time. I can..." Zhao Hailun was so anxious that his face turned red. He really didn't want to leave here because there were perfect experimental equipment and various perfect experimental products. More importantly, here she didn't have to look at anyone's face and could conduct research without restraint.

Zhao Hailun knows her abilities very well, and she is confident in her talents. The reason why she is doing so badly in the United States is because of the academic clique system there. People like her will not be taken seriously even if they produce more research results. They may even be plagiarized and assigned to the worst laboratory, where they can only study Viagra.

But it is different now.

Faced with so many perfect experimental subjects.

Zhao Hailun is confident that he can achieve breakthrough research results in a very short period of time.

"Ms. Zhao Helen." Fisk said indifferently, "I noticed that you don't have any table manners. I don't like talking about work while eating, but since you've already started talking today, I won't insist on this principle anymore... I know there are a lot of experimental subjects here, and I also know that with your talent, you can quickly achieve effective results on these experimental subjects.

But what do you give me now? "

Fisk's words were unusually cold, but it was a substantive issue. He did not seek Zhao Helen out for charity, but hoped that she could become his right-hand man.

Right now, Fisk doesn't need any biochemical troops to help him conquer the world. What he needs is to establish his own biological company, have his own flagship products, and be able to provide himself with a steady stream of funds.

After all, it is impossible for Fisk to drag this world's precious resources to the Marvel world to sell them time and time again. That is not a decent thing to do and will bring him a lot of trouble. More importantly, he is unwilling to do so.

He needed to gain a foothold at this moment and needed a lot of money, but he was unwilling to sell drugs and build a red-light district.

Therefore, he had to get money from other places.

What he urgently needed was for Zhao Hailun to become a hen that laid golden eggs.

If Zhao Helen did not make her attitude and status clear and just wanted to use Fisk as a springboard, then Fisk would have to teach this lady a lesson.

Zhao Hailun lowered her head.

She knew that although she was gifted, she also knew that she was not the only gifted biologist.

Fisk chose himself, and other than the fact that he had helped him before, Zhao Hailun had no other advantages.

In other words, any biologist, as long as he is not a fool, can make a breakthrough in a very short period of time with this treasure and stand on the stage of the Nobel Prize.

She doesn't need any more.

The world will continue to turn even without Zhao Hailun.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fisk!"

Fisk looked at Zhao Hailun with great satisfaction. He liked dealing with smart people. "Just do your original research peacefully. You have to eat one meal at a time. If you take too big a step, you may get hurt easily. Don't worry, you are still my first choice."

As Fisk spoke, he picked up the noodles and sucked them into his mouth, making a continuous slurping sound. "What I like most is to let professionals do professional things.

If you can prove to me that you do have the corresponding ability, then I will give this place to you to study, just like the heart.

Of course, I believe that you alone cannot accomplish this, but I don't know any other biologists, so if possible, I will let you recruit people."

"Thank you, Mr. Fisk."

"But I want to say one thing." Fisk waved his hand, interrupting Zhao Hailun's words, "I believe you know very well what should be said and what should not be said. I hope those biologists you found can also understand it!"

Zhao Hailun nodded like pounding garlic.

She is not a fool, so she naturally understands the importance of this matter.

After dealing with Zhao Hailun, Fisk turned his attention to the four mothers and daughters on the other side of the dining table.

Dimitrescu seemed to feel the gazes on him and gently put down the wine glass in his hand. The glass contained a red liquid, and one could tell that it was pure blood. In front of them was a steak that was only cooked to medium-rare.

In fact, they don't need to eat steak at all, because steak doesn't make them feel full.

However, in order to match the atmosphere, they each ordered a steak.

As for things like Japanese food, they are not interested at all.

“Dimitrescu, we will go back after dinner.

However, many people will stay and will continue to build and explore during this time... I would like to ask you to help keep the place running while I am gone."

Fisk had a gentle smile on his face, and the cold expression just now disappeared without a trace.

Dimitrescu nodded in agreement without any hesitation.

Fisk has also done an experiment. No matter whether it was a gift or a living person, they all quickly lost all their vitality and turned into mummies during the process of returning to New York through the elevator. Even their souls turned into a ray of light and were sucked out of the elevator. Fisk guessed that it was most likely because their souls were sucked away that caused them to lose their vitality.

If we can find a way to prevent the souls from being sucked away in the future, then maybe we can bring Dimitrescu and the others back to New York to enjoy modern life.

Of course, that's for later.

Dimitrescu knew there was no way to travel to the future.

There was no noise. Her purpose was just to find a backer for herself, and Fisk met her standards for a partner. Fisk's blood, in particular, could give her further control over the gifts inside her body.

Yes, what she was drinking now was Fisk's blood.

Fisk also didn't expect that he would not only have to provide blood to a female vampire, but also have to support a family of four, four women.

Fortunately, he recovered quickly, so letting some blood was a very easy and simple thing for him.

Finished the meal.

Explained a few words.

Fisk and his team are preparing to return.

The large basement has lights already installed.

Although there is no way to completely cover it, it is not to the point where nothing can be seen. Besides, the light bulbs are used up, the number of cameras is not enough, and he needs to buy more than a dozen diesel engines, and... Fisker feels a little overwhelmed.

He originally thought that he was well prepared.

But now it seems.

This time when I go back, I have to do some shopping.

However, the matter was still left to Lester.

Most of the gunmen stayed.

Lester made a schedule, and there were still quite a few prisoners here, so enough manpower had to be left to prevent them from causing trouble.

Lester's schedule is to work for one month and go back for five days, which is exactly the same as the relative world flow speed in this world.

It sounds harsh, but it is much easier than those sailors drifting on the sea. There is food, drink and entertainment here, and if you want to go out for a walk, you can also fight zombies.

Fisk can imagine that in the near future, this place will truly be built into a comfortable fortress, which will not only attract the indigenous survivors of this world, but also bring people from the Marvel world to settle here...

After getting on the elevator, Fisk sat on an empty wooden box, drinking Coke and resting his eyes. Lester was talking in a low voice with Zhao Hailun.

Suddenly, Fisk opened his eyes.

He walked to the elevator door and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Gently reached out to the elevator door.

The pupils dilated and turned pure black, as if invisible ripples flickered in the pupils. Gradually, the color of the elevator door in front of him became lighter and lighter. Fisk saw the world outside the door clearly. It was not just seven colors, but a picture scroll composed of countless colors, like a layer of colorful cloth, covering his sight. Countless elemental spirits were flowing quickly, they were playing, frolicking, and devouring each other...

Fisk wrinkled his eyes and concentrated, and the vortex deep in his pupils spun faster.

All the colors came together quickly.

Until it turned into something red and mist-like.

The red mist floated slowly, and in the distance one could even see a huge celestial body slowly rotating.

Fisk's pupils contracted.

He suddenly felt as if something was aware of his gaze.

When I looked up, I saw a familiar pink star: “What’s wrong?

Honey?"

Shalish's voice appeared in my ears, gentle and delicate.

Fisk looked at the pink star.

Compared with this pink star, those huge celestial bodies seem like dust and are insignificant.

"This is where?"

"Well, dear, don't be so curious. This is not a good place. Go home quickly. I am looking forward to your performance!"

As he spoke, the world before Fisk's eyes suddenly became quiet.

Then the colorful world, the huge celestial bodies, the pink stars, and the red mist composed of countless colorful light spots disappeared without a trace, and instead became the New York that Fisk was familiar with, and the vultures sitting on the roof staring at the sun in a daze.

As if sensing something, the vulture turned its head.

"Crack!"

The elevator also arrived at the station.

The elevator door slowly opened.

Breathing in air that was noticeably more turbid.

Fisk closed his eyes.

Wait until you open your eyes again.

The eyes returned to their original appearance.

However, the red universe hidden behind the colorful light.