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

"Mr. Fisk, are you an employee of the company?"

"No!" Fisk shook his head. "I'm a boss!" Fisk said with a smile, "My main job is to direct my employees. They are all relatively stupid. Without my guidance, their work efficiency will be greatly reduced."

"Then your company must be very profitable."

"Of course!" Fisk looked at Jane, "What about you, ma'am?"

"I?"

"Correct!"

"I am an investment consultant and project manager for a financial institution, specializing in stock sales and other work!"

"So you must be very busy at work?"

"Yes, I basically don't have time to rest." Jane's eyes glanced at the food cart being pushed not far away, and her body involuntarily moved towards Fisk, hoping to block Fisk's gaze with her body.

Her right leg was raised and resting on her left knee, and half of her round black thigh emerged from between the hem of her red wavy skirt, with four eye-catching suspenders sticking out.

The garter belt held the black stockings, and even the delicate lace at the cuffs of the stockings was exposed.

She took off her high heels.

The jade legs in the two stockings are extremely attractive. Through the black stockings, you can see that her toenails are dyed bright red. She is well maintained. The skin on her jade feet is very white and tender, with a healthy pink color.

The toes are neatly arranged, thin and long, curved and close together, looking very elegant. The red toenails are crystal clear, shining with a natural luster, the arch of the foot is slightly curved upwards, and the sole is very high, which is extremely sexy.

The ankles are smooth and slender, and the ankle bones are almost invisible.

The whole foot is noble and beautiful, it is simply a work of art.

Maybe she had been sitting for too long, Jane's two beautiful black legs were spread wide open and dangling under the table.

Fisk's index finger was excited, and his eyes kept moving towards the vaguely visible underskirt and the pair of black jade legs with a delicate silky luster.

"Whoosh!"

The dining cart was pushed over.

The tinkling sound caught Gwen's attention!

Fisk was about to look up.

But Jane stretched out her feet.

It spread upward along Fisk's trouser legs.

The dining cart was getting closer and closer. John Smith stared at Fisk, holding the handle of the dining cart with his hands. He walked towards Fisk little by little without any panic until he stopped at the side of the dining table. Then he said respectfully, "Madam, sir, miss, your food is here. Do you need my help to clear the plates?"

"Of course!" Fisk looked up and John Smith picked up the red wine.

Then, he suddenly lifted the lid of the plate and pulled out a pistol equipped with a silencer.

Jane screamed immediately and hugged Fisk's left arm.

This seems like a normal panic reaction.

However, it was actually to secure Fisk to the chair.

Gwen kicked the corner of the table with all her strength, causing the heavy dining table to crash into John Smith's abdomen. The table legs kept sliding on the ground, making an unpleasant crackling sound.

But John Smith had already fired.

His hands were steady, like ice that had been frozen for many years. The shells fell to the ground one after another, and the conical bullets cut through the air and spun rapidly. John Smith could even see the dazzling air waves on the bullets. The rapidly spinning bullets, like the sickle of the god of death, rushed towards Fisk's eyes, forehead and chin. When they penetrated the air, the sharp sound was even a little harsh.

After emptying the magazine, Jane's scream had not yet subsided.

John Smith tried to leave but was knocked down by the dining table.

He underestimated Gwen's strength and struggled to get up from the ground, only to find Fisk sitting there unharmed. One after another, severely deformed bullets were falling from Fisk's body, but Fisk had no wounds on his body.

"How can it be!"

It's not just John Smith.

Even Jane, who was next to Fisk, had a shocked expression on her face.

She had been screaming, but suddenly she shut her mouth.

John Smith pulled out another pistol from his waist, but Gwen had already pounced on him. Her white dress made her look like a butterfly dancing among the flowers, or a proud white swan. Her flat shoes kicked John Smith's arm heavily, and the huge force immediately broke the arm completely, and the pistol in her hand flew out.

John Smith screamed, but his years of fighting experience made him pull out the dagger and stab Gwen, but Gwen was faster than him, and his flat shoes kicked the other arm again, but this time he failed to break the arm successfully, instead a sound of metal collision was heard.

The glove on John Smith's hand was torn, revealing the black metal arm underneath, but the huge force still made his palm blunt backwards, and he failed to successfully leave a wound on Gwen's body.

Jane saw her husband in danger and subconsciously wanted to take out the pistol hidden under her skirt, but another hand grabbed her hands like a pair of pliers. Then Fisk suddenly grabbed Jane beside him, grabbed her brown hair, and pressed her down on the dining table.

Jane resisted desperately.

The high heels kicked Fisk's calves again and again at a weird angle.

The pointed toe of the shoe is like a steel cone.

However, Fisk seemed not to feel it.

John Smith used his legs to try to stand up from the ground.

But Gwen had already lifted the wooden table next to him that weighed hundreds of pounds and smashed it on him, then stepped on the mechanical arm, grabbed the edge of the steel thumb with his palm, and pulled it upward with force.

The sound of metal breaking continued.

Gwen actually broke the arm off alive.

Blood flowed from the broken shoulder of John Smith.

After doing all this, Gwen looked at Fisk, as if she just realized that her behavior was not very ladylike. She said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Fisk, I!"

"Gwen, are you okay?" After punching Jane on the back of the head and knocking her unconscious, Fisk said to Gwen with concern.

"I'm fine...Dad!" Gwen's face suddenly turned a little red.

Because she noticed her own name.

Lester walked in from the door.

He was followed by the gunman.

They had actually arrived a long time ago.

Fisk just hadn't let them in yet.

Fisk actually wanted to see how well these two people could act.

"Boss, Ms. Gwen!" Lester still had an unextinguished cigarette between his fingers. He greeted the two men and directed the gunman to put the two people on the ground into bags.

John Smith had not yet fainted and was still struggling.

However, after losing his mechanical arm, he had no right to resist.

Lester drew his pistol and prepared to kill him.

But he was stopped by Fisk.

"I want to live. I want to know who dislikes me and is so eager to kill me."

"They may not tell. If they do, more than just the two of them will die." Lester shrugged. He also worked as a part-time killer for a while, but unlike those killers contracted by companies, he was a freelance killer. However, all killers have almost the same professional code of conduct, which is not to disclose the information of their boss.

This is industry rule and practice.

"This has nothing to do with me... Didn't you throw away that blender?"

"No!" Lester showed a weird smile.

"Then take him back and interrogate him. If I can't find out the answer, I'll come back and interrogate him again!"

"Understood!" Lester nodded and left with the gunmen.

"Dad... me!" Gwen was a little absent-minded. She had just exposed her own strength in a hurry, especially the brutal use of the table to hit someone, which made her afraid that Fisk would dislike her.

Chapter 115 The failed killer must be aware!

"Mr. Fisk... Mr. Fisk, I didn't mean to hide myself on purpose!" Gwen looked at Fisk pitifully.

"What's wrong, Gwen?" Fisk looked at Gwen. "Are you worried that I think you're violent? That you were just pretending?"

"Will he?" Gwen looked at Fisk eagerly, afraid that he would say something to show his disdain for her, and then she might really cry.

"Of course not!" Fisk reached out and touched Gwen's head fiercely, "This matter is actually my fault. If I had acted faster just now, you wouldn't have encountered this problem.

Also, do you know what was going on in my mind when I saw you make your move just now?" Fisk started the car and looked at the moon in the distance. The moon was really round today.

Fisk hadn't seen such a round moon for a long time.

After careful calculation, it seems that today is still sixteen.

The fifteenth moon is sixteen round.

"What do you think?" Gwen looked at Fisk, expecting his answer. The black assassin said without hesitation, "I think you're so cool, especially when you stood up for yourself. It's like the bounty hunter in those novels and comics who rides a fast horse with a wheel and a spear on his waist, and when he encounters bandits and bullies, he draws his gun and shoots them, and takes the corpse to exchange for the reward. It's so cool! It's fun to take revenge, and fight if you don't obey."

"Really?" Gwen listened to Fisk's answer with some disbelief, "Do you really think so?"

"Really, it's absolutely true!" Fisk said with a smile: "Gwen, you have such a talent. It shouldn't be wasted, especially not in obscurity.

Do you want to live a dull life forever?" Fisk stopped the car, and a huge statue appeared in front of it.

statue of Liberty.

Pointing at the huge Statue of Liberty, Fisk said, "Want to go up and sit on it?"

"Okay!"

Fisk opened the trunk, took out Coke and beer, hung the backpack on his body, and walked towards the Statue of Liberty not far away. The security guard looked at Fisk in a daze, struggled, picked up the loudspeaker on the table and was about to speak.

But Fisk had already thrown a block.

The cube easily shattered the fragile glass and hit the security guard's forehead heavily.

The security guard's eyes went black and he fell backwards, with green US dollars spilling all over the floor.

Reach out and hold the edge of the steel gate.

The gate is secured with steel cables and iron locks.

Fisk flicked his little finger lightly, and the cable broke instantly.

The iron chain was also blown away.