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

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But at this moment, Betty was slightly startled again.

Her cheeks, which were already as red as apples, turned faintly purple.

She felt something.

Betty felt as if she had a fever and her head became dizzy.

It wasn't until Fisk's voice came that she suddenly woke up.

"Ms. Betty, are you okay?" Fisk's strange tone slowly entered Betty's ears.

"Damn bastard, wuwu...!" Betty was about to struggle, but suddenly stopped and let out a low moan.

Her originally confused brain.

At this moment I finally woke up.

The face suddenly turned red.

Her face was full of embarrassment and shyness!

At this moment, her delicate face was filled with blushing, and she felt as if she was afraid to see anyone.

However, although her heart was full of resistance.

But his eyes, which were originally serious in school, were now full of moisture.

Especially Fisk's hand, which was still tightly holding her.

It made her a little uneasy.

For a moment, I even forgot where I was.

Just half lie in Fisk's arms.

Of course, Fisk would not be willing to let go.

He held Betty in his arms, feeling her breathing gradually quicken.

In the end, the black man didn't dare to cause trouble for Fisk.

After all, just standing there, Fisk exuded an indescribable fierce aura.

However, this joy did not last long. The black man's roar was heard again in the noisy carriage. Through the crowd, we saw that he was a little crazy at this moment, and the dagger in his hand was constantly waving. The crowd was even more frightened because of this. People tried to retreat and avoid his dagger!

The ferocious and shrill roar immediately woke up Betty in Fisk's arms.

But, the sense of security that came from Fisk?

But this situation is really shameful.

However, the pleasure seems even more intense because of the special environment!

"Asshole, let go now!"

Betty was clearly aware of the changes in her body.

I actually fell in love.

As a professor, this seemed a little unbelievable to her.

Even feel extremely ashamed.

So, she endured the strong discomfort in her body.

He hurriedly spoke out to stop Fisk.

However, just as she said this, it was as if the car shook...

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Russell scowled.

Sitting on the sofa.

He didn't expect that this gangster had such great abilities.

He actually killed all the campaign team that he had worked so hard to get out in one breath.

He was parachuted into New York.

There is no capital except a few secretaries.

Not only that, there was no experienced political advisor, there wasn't even a campaign manager.

Political advisers and campaign managers are extremely important to American politicians.

Without this, it would be easy for opponents to find something to hold against you in the political arena.

Russell was very smart. Unlike most politicians, he did not draw a line between himself and the big capitalists on the surface.

On the contrary, he actively engaged with these big capitalists.

He got money from Wall Street capitalists, and then began to recruit those newspaper owners and editors-in-chief to serve as members of his campaign team.

In addition, the mayor is preparing to use the political adviser of the previous mayor.

But what Russell didn't expect was.

In just one night, I turned into a disgusting rat crossing the street that everyone despised.

Those Wall Street investors demanded to withdraw their investments from their real estate companies, and the campaign team members that he had worked so hard to recruit were killed overnight.

And the political adviser to the previous mayor.

For some unknown reason, he jumped off the Statue of Liberty. His body was covered in blood, but his teeth, which could prove his body, were well preserved.

And those guys from the human rights organizations were shouting all kinds of slogans the day before, and stopped answering the phone the next day, as if they had disappeared from the face of the earth.

Russell became the same person he was when he first arrived in New York, a lonely man with only a few secretaries around him!

He underestimated his enemies.

He originally thought that it was just a street thug.

Unexpectedly, this is not some street thug.

But it is a tiger that eats people without leaving any bones.

Russell felt regretful.

I shouldn't have been so anxious, and I shouldn't have listened to that idiot who called Fisk to provoke him.

He flipped through the newspaper in front of him.

There was not a single article in the newspapers declaring war on Fisk.

Even the campaign platform, which was supposed to be placed in the most prominent position in the New York Times, was removed.

He looked at the newspapers piled in front of him with annoyance.

Finally, he saw what he wanted to see in a newspaper - the only newspaper that dared to tell the truth and the mayor who provoked the underworld.

But after just one glance, he threw the newspaper aside.

Because this newspaper is called the Daily Bugle.

Although the Daily Bugle had a lot of readers in New York, the main purpose of New York citizens buying the Daily Bugle was to have fun, especially to read their editor-in-chief Jameson's hateful curses.

No one cares what is said in the Daily Bugle.

All they care about is whether the Daily Bugle is blaming everyone or anything else?

Russell sat on the sofa.

He felt abandoned by the whole world.

It was obvious that he had worked hard to get the position of acting mayor.

But why...

The phone rang.

Russell hesitated.

Answered the phone.

George Stacy's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Russell, now you know why I'm unwilling to help you?"

"Are you mocking me?"

"No, I'm just telling you that if you want to defeat such an opponent, you have to be more ruthless than him. But obviously, you're not as ruthless as him. Take my advice and stop!" Before he could finish his words, the phone was hung up.

The purpose of George Stacy's call.

I don't want to see my colleagues die without a burial place.

However, Russell obviously misunderstood his meaning.

"Even more cruel?"

He lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Then he took out a network from the bedroom.

I installed a new phone card and made the call.

"Ambrad Vacuum at your service, what do you need sir?"

"I need a 603 vacuum cleaner."

"When do you need it?"

"I need it now."

“This vacuum cleaner is quite expensive.”