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

Yuzhan hit Fisk.

Far beyond his peers, like jelly.

Because the Chevrolet right in front of him didn't show any intention of letting him go, and instead it was stuck right in front of the SUV.

"has a problem!"

Fisk's pupils contracted.

His deep pupils saw two balls of soul flames floating in the car in front.

One red and one blue.

Sure enough there is a problem.

But right now.

Fisk was suddenly stunned.

Because he found that Gwen actually hugged him directly.

The pair of small hands were surprisingly powerful, and the belt hidden under his suit was untied in an instant.

He also didn't realize that the other party was so bold.

It's broad daylight, the world is bright and clear... Well, now it's pitch black outside and I'm still driving, and she dares to do this.

However, now is not the time to joke.

Gwen also sensed the murderous intent.

She slowly raised her head, her pupils slightly contracted, and looked at the car in front of her.

"Mr. Fisk!"

"Gwen, fasten your seatbelts."

"Okay, Mr. Fisk." Gwen released her hands that were hugging Fisk, and obediently fastened the seat belt that she had just unfastened without permission. After making sure that Gwen had fastened the seat belt, Fisk stepped on the accelerator without any hesitation and crashed into the Chevrolet in front of him.

The SUV suddenly became like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, roaring like a thunderstorm in the silent night.

The Chevrolet in front also accelerated immediately, but was still a beat slower.

Fisker kept his foot on the gas.

The wide front of the SUV hit the Chevrolet's butt hard, causing it to stall and shift its wheels, rushing towards the roadside telephone pole. Even though the two people in the car in front stepped on the brakes, leaving a conspicuous tire scratch on the ground, it was still of no use.

With a loud bang, the entire Chevrolet made a complete 180-degree turn and got stuck on a hard electric pole. The two people in the car were immediately dizzy and their faces and necks were covered with scratches from broken glass. They kept struggling, trying to escape from the car.

But Fisker put the car into reverse gear and moved the car back more than ten meters, then stepped on the accelerator again and hit the right door of the car heavily. The bumper of the SUV was embedded in the door, and the Chevrolet was further deformed.

The man sitting in the passenger seat wanted to pull out his gun and shoot, but his arm was broken and he couldn't pull out the gun no matter how many times he tried.

Fisk put the car back into reverse gear, fumbled in the glove box, opened Gwen's window and threw the grenade he had found in.

Then, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Gwen's face flushed with excitement.

Although, she is not an ordinary girl.

But I have never experienced anything so exciting.

Especially listening to the explosion coming from behind.

And the vibration of the grenade explosion that can be felt personally.

Gwen's heartbeat quickened with excitement.

The look he gave Fisk was also full of admiration and confusion.

"Gwen, did that scare you?"

"No, Mr. Fisk."

Gwen's head was shaking like a rattle, her face flushed, and she looked extremely cute, like a green red apple, making people want to take a bite.

"Then let's continue to the restaurant?"

"Yes, Mr. Fisk!"

Just two minutes after the SUV left.

In addition, a black Chevrolet had stopped next to the shattered and burning Chevrolet.

A man and a woman walked down and looked at the burning Chevrolet in front of them.

The man's expression was somewhat solemn.

"Jane! This time our opponent seems to be extraordinary." The man lit a cigarette. His left hand was made of mechanical structure, which looked full of technology and not slow at all. It looked as flexible as a human hand. He passed the cigarette to the woman beside him while smoking. The woman kicked the door of the Chevrolet car that was still burning with flames. "What's wrong? The famous John Smith will also be scared one day."

The woman's tall figure amazed everyone who saw her, her long legs were straight and slender, and the proportions were just perfect, making you unable to stop staring.

Her figure was soft and clear, especially her protruding chest and graceful waistline, which made people fantasize. Her facial features were delicate, especially her big eyes, which had an intoxicating charm. What's more, she was wearing an evening dress, and she looked like she had just attended a wedding.

"When did you change your clothes?" the man asked doubtfully, "Weren't you still wearing your sportswear just now?

Besides, weren't you wearing nothing underneath when we went out?"

"That's because you're not concentrating enough!

I have a date later."

"With me, dear?" The man smiled, unbuttoned his coat, revealing the neat suit underneath, "I haven't forgotten!"

"Haha, I feel so lucky that you didn't forget that today is our fifth wedding anniversary."

"Drip drip!"

A clear voice rang out, the sound coming from the car radio.

"They went to the restaurant!"

Both the man and the woman had strange expressions on their faces.

He had just been assassinated, yet he still had the courage to go to the restaurant to eat openly.

"Honey, it looks like our anniversary today might have to be...wait, which restaurant did he go to?"

"Belennoia Restaurant on 36th Avenue is a French restaurant. Why are you asking this?" The voice on the other end of the radio was a little confused, but John Smith shrugged indifferently and hung up the radio directly. "Honey, it looks like we have to spend our fifth wedding anniversary in this unknown restaurant. Would you like to join me, honey?"

A satisfied smile finally appeared on the woman's face, "It's my honor!" The brown-black hair fell from the woman's cheeks, like a waterfall, setting off her fair and tender cheeks, which looked extremely attractive.

Just like a delicious white chocolate cake.

Especially against the backdrop of Chevrolet's still-burning flames.

The white skin is even more dazzling.

Even John Smith, the husband who had been married for many years, was a little stunned.

He went up and started to eat!

But she was stopped by a hand. The woman blinked and smiled, “Where is my anniversary gift?

Honey?"

"Hmm!" John Smith was silent for a moment, pointed in the direction where the SUV left, and said with a smile: "It's in the restaurant, worth two million dollars."

Chapter 114 Assassination or Delivery

"Mr. Fisk, you are really amazing!"

“Is this a movie?”

"So exciting!"

"Just now, was that a grenade?"

Gwen obviously hasn't recovered from what just happened.

It kept whispering, like a tit flying on a branch, chirping non-stop.

But it's not annoying.

Instead, it makes people happy.

About ten minutes later, Fisk drove to the restaurant.

The waiter walked out of the restaurant and looked at the SUV with a large dent in the front of the car.

I was stunned.

However, he soon saw Fisk, and a smile immediately appeared on his face: "Mr. Fisk, welcome." Fisk nodded without saying anything, got out of the car, threw the car keys to the waiter, and then took Gwen into the restaurant.

He also threw down a ten-dollar tip.

This French restaurant is not a well-known restaurant in New York.

The reason why we chose this place is because it is a French restaurant that serves food relatively quickly.

After all, compared to eating for an hour or two and feeling dizzy from hunger, this restaurant can basically serve all the dishes within 30 minutes, which meets Fisk's requirements.

Not long after they sat down, a black Chevrolet also stopped at the door of the restaurant. The waiter immediately came forward and when he saw the two people wearing suits and evening gowns, he thought they had a reservation, but he found out that they had just called to make a reservation five minutes ago.

There was something odd on the waiter's face.

He called to make a reservation five minutes ago and was still wearing a suit and evening gown.

What? Are these mandarin ducks escaping from some wedding?

However, there happened to be an empty seat in the restaurant today.

The waiter didn't say much and drove the Chevrolet to the parking lot nearby.

A man and a woman also walked into the French restaurant. They quickly entered the restaurant and, under the guidance of the waiter, sat near the window.

It was vaguely parallel to Fisk and the others sitting in the corner.

Gwen finally calmed down a bit.

However, she continued to chatter and engage in small talk with Fisk.

Fisk noticed a man and a woman coming in over there.

But he didn't take it seriously. He asked Gwen, "Gwen, will you resent me?"