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

The driver of the excavator looked at the unrecognizable body in the distance with some fear. He took out his cell phone and wanted to call the police, but the muzzle of the gun was pointed at his head through the glass. He could only swallow his saliva, put the phone back under the seat, and continue working.

The concrete floor was shattered by demolition nails, and the soil under the concrete was dug out shovel by shovel. The damp earthy smell accompanied by the rusty smell from the blood made everyone feel a little nauseous.

Fisk walked downstairs. There were already hundreds of homeless people squatting in the small square, but that was not all. Many more were on their way here, but the small square was almost full of space.

After all, half of the place is still being dug.

He looked at these homeless people with cold eyes.

Fisk said loudly, "Now, if anyone is willing to go to the rescue center and says he will never come back to Hell's Kitchen, he can just stand up and I can send him away right now!"

Many of the homeless people immediately stood up.

But compared to the huge crowd.

The number of these people is still pitifully small.

Fisk frowned, his tone still cold, "I'll give you one last chance, do you want to leave or not?"

“You can’t drive us away, even if you drive us out, we will definitely come back.

Hell's Kitchen belongs to us, this is our home, the bank took our house away, and now you want to take away our last home!" A voice came from the crowd, and no one knew who said this first. Fisk couldn't find the person who spoke for a while.

But, it doesn’t matter!

He gestured to the gunmen.

The gunmen immediately drove out the homeless people who stood up, and the remaining people were all driven into the big pit that had just been dug.

The homeless people were blindfolded and therefore had no idea what was happening.

They only felt their bodies leaning forward uncontrollably and falling into the big pit. Just as they were about to stand up, they were pressed down by other people from behind, and screams continued to ring out one after another.

The excavator drivers all looked pale.

They could see that Fisk was planning to bury these homeless people alive.

Palms raised.

A chilling white mist emerged from the center of Fisk's palm.

Then, fog began to spread in the pit. The fog looked like the morning mist, but in fact, it was icy cold and biting, and it began to reap the lives of these homeless people as quickly as the scythe of the god of death.

Fisk's entire body was shaking. His eyes, which had long since turned into black holes, were now flashing with blue vortices. More cold mist appeared out of nowhere, and the homeless man at the bottom was frozen into an ice sculpture before he even had time to react.

The homeless man above was also shaking and screaming.

They could feel their bodies losing consciousness bit by bit.

They could feel their limbs becoming unfamiliar little by little.

It felt as if they were slowly turning into a stone sculpture.

Their hearts were filled with fear and they wanted to scream, but their frozen bodies were completely out of their control and they couldn't even make any sound.

Until finally the white mist completely covered the entire pit, and all the homeless people inside were frozen into ice sculptures.

Fisk withdrew his hand and never looked at these scum again, and his pupils gradually returned to their original appearance.

Then he took out the lighter from his arms and threw it down. In an instant, the cold white mist was quickly ignited, along with the bodies that had been frozen into ice sculptures. Slowly exhaling a breath of cold air, Fisk looked at the black smoke that was slowly drifting upwards and said, "For the homeless people who come later, those who are willing to leave will be sent to the rescue center, and those who are unwilling to leave will be thrown in directly. Remember to bury the pit after burning it."

"understand!"

Faced with this situation, the gunmen were all sweating profusely and trembling all over.

They were glad that they were on Fisk's side, not against him.

Lester handed over the towel, and Fisk took it without hesitation and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Everything he had just done was used immediately, using the souls of these homeless people and the transactions with the elements.

But Fisk still felt very tired.

It felt like playing Go for the whole day.

I feel like my whole body is being drained out and my head is buzzing with pain.

It's just like what they say in online games where the blue has been used up.

"You're back?"

"Yes, boss, I'm back." Lester took a look at the burning pit without much expression on his face. He had seen scenes a hundred times more bloody and cruel than this in many places in Afghanistan and Iraq.

Fisk has given these homeless people many chances, but they are so ungrateful that they still want to start a parade. They are just courting their own death and cannot blame anyone.

"Control the two excavator drivers, and then send them and their families to another world next time."

"Understood, Boss!" Lester nodded and agreed, then said to Fisk: "Boss, I know why this acting mayor treated you like this."

"why?"

"The reason is simple! Because General Ross is about to take office as the Army Chief of Staff."

"make it clear."

Lester was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, and then he told Fisk what General Ross needed to do after taking office as the Army Chief of Staff, including that he needed to sell those unused weapons and then share them equally with many senior generals of the Army, so as to gain their support...

"What does this have to do with me?" Fisk was a little confused after listening, "What does his arms trafficking have to do with me..." Fisk was halfway through his speech, and suddenly remembered his meeting with Ross in the pizza shop that day, "You mean he chose me to be his white glove, and then chose his son-in-law to suppress me?

But his son-in-law has second thoughts and wants to start reselling arms himself, so he wants to kick me out? "

Lester nodded and continued, "This Russell has a bad reputation in the army and the embassy. He is vindictive and has a bad character. But on the surface, he pretends to be a political tool without any emotions. He does his best to flatter the upper echelons, but he is harshly oppressive to the people below. He retired early because his exploitation of the lower-level soldiers was exposed.

I really don't know where his luck came from, he slept with General Ross's daughter, and I don't know what the woman named Betty saw in him, she actually agreed to marry him, which led to his rapid rise to become the mayor of New York City. "Lester was a little confused and indignant when he said this, why didn't he have the good luck to sleep with the general's daughter.

"Turns out, he's an uneasy son-in-law." Fisk sneered.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

"what to do?

Of course, it’s about having a relationship with General Ross!

I'm going to sleep with his daughter too!"

Chapter 111 Are you okay, Dr. Betty!

General Deus E. Ross had a daughter named Betty.

In his early years, he lived with him in the desert, and later he was admitted to a university in New York, and eventually stayed there to teach.

Ross hopes that his daughter will eventually marry a soldier.

But this caused strong disgust from his wife, and Betty also had a boyfriend of her own in her early years, so her relationship with her father was not very good.

However, after the breakup, Betty finally chose a veteran, Russell.

Although he is not an active military soldier, Ross is still very satisfied with his son-in-law.

This time, Ross helped this small military attaché, who was supposed to stay in the embassy all his life, to take the position of acting mayor of New York. In addition to suppressing Fisk, he was also thinking about what would happen if he fell or died inexplicably one day in the future.

If nothing unexpected happens, Russell will remove the word "agent" in the next election.

But unfortunately, something unexpected is going to happen.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me where Dr. Betty's laboratory is?"

"Which Dr. Betty?" The elderly security guard stared at Fisk's tall figure with his dim eyes, and said in a strange tone, "There are many Dr. Bettys in the school.

Also, I want to know, who are you?"

“Do you have a friend who works in the courthouse parking lot?

Your name is Mike, right?"

As Fisk spoke, he slowly took out his business card.

He also took out fifty dollars and stuffed it under the business card.

"Mike? I have a brother named John!" The old security guard touched the US dollars but did not refuse.

Because his hourly wage was only ten dollars an hour, fifty dollars meant he earned an extra half day's salary.

After putting the dollars in his pocket, Boss An walked to the map next to him and saw a plain-looking teaching building. He said, "There are indeed many Dr. Bettys in the school. However, I think you are looking for this Ms. Betty Ross!"

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because the other Bettys are all elderly ladies. I believe you are not here to see them. Am I right, sir?"

"Of course!"

"Thank you!" Fisk smiled kindly and turned to go in, but the security guard behind him stopped him and said, "Sorry, sir!" The old security guard looked at the business card again and said, "Sorry, Mr. Fisk, you still haven't told me what you are going to do."

Because your business card doesn’t clearly state who you are.”

"I'm here on invitation!" Fisk took out a document. It's not a document, it can actually be considered an invitation letter.

Dr. Betty Ross, Professor of Cell Biology at Culver University, invites Mr. St. Fisk to participate in the Cell Biology Lecture!

The so-called cell biology lectures, in a sense, are more like a form of investment attraction.

Culver University's Cell Biology Laboratory.

We have been living beyond our means for many years.

The school refused to continue funding such a laboratory that had no financial benefits.

After all, American universities are not educational institutions but business institutions.

Above the principal is the board of directors.

And if the board of directors votes, they can even remove the principal.

Cell biology is not a popular subject.

Several years of losses.

This brought the laboratory to the brink of bankruptcy.

If we don’t attract investment this year.

Then, the cell biology lab will close.

The scientists there had no choice but to go work in other laboratories and were forced to abandon the projects they had been researching for many years.

Betty Ross is the head of the cell biology laboratory.