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

The gate quickly retreated to the rear.

It is forbidden to visit the Statue of Liberty at night.

However, this does not pose a problem for Fisk.

Continuously, throwing out small cubes made up of twenty dollars.

All the guards guarding around the Statue of Liberty fainted on the ground.

It didn't take much effort for the two of them to stand right under the Statue of Liberty.

"Mr. Fisk, how about we have a competition to see who can get to the bottom first?"

"Okay, so what's the penalty for losing?

What’s the reward for winning?”

"If I win, you're going to let me have beer."

Gwen's little eyes were always on the bag Fisk was carrying behind him.

"What if you lose?"

"Then I'll...give you a surprise!"

"Then I'll be looking forward to it."

"So, is this promised, Mr. Fisk?"

"I agree!" Fisk replied without hesitation, "But you won't be able to drink this beer today anyway."

"I won't lose!" Gwen said confidently.

"Really? Then I'll wait and see."

As soon as she finished speaking, Gwen had already jumped onto the Statue of Liberty.

Her hands seemed to have sticky gloves specially used for climbing. She alternated between her palms and soles and climbed quickly upwards like a nimble spider. In the blink of an eye, she had climbed to the calf position of the Statue of Liberty.

"Gwen, are you cheating?" Fisk cursed with a smile, and Gwen above him actually heard it. She turned her head with a smile and said, "Mr. Fisk, it seems like you are going to lose. It looks like you can only drink Coke for a while."

"Hahaha! I won't lose."

Fisk let out a loud laugh, and the souls he had just harvested were torn into pieces by countless blue light balls that only Fisk could see.

His eyes also turned into deep black holes. Invisible strong winds gathered around Fisk, and a tornado visible to the naked eye quickly enveloped Fisk. Wrapped in this strong wind, Fisk's body slowly hung in the air and quickly flew up into the sky, quickly surpassing Gwen, who was climbing up with great effort.

Gwen's climbing speed is really not slow.

She mostly ignored terrain that hikers couldn't ignore.

This is a straight line journey.

Gwen heard the sound of wind behind her.

Looking back, I suddenly found that Fisk was flying out of thin air.

A puzzled expression immediately appeared in his eyes.

But then Gwen began to get anxious.

She began to climb up faster and faster, dancing with joy.

But no matter how fast he climbs, how can he compare to Fisk?

In the blink of an eye, Fisk had rushed to the top of the Statue of Liberty and landed steadily on the top.

The hurricane dispersed, but the surrounding strong winds continued to blow on Fisk.

He sat cross-legged, and after about ten seconds, Gwen climbed up angrily.

"Mr. Fisk, you cheated!"

Fisk smiled and said, "It was obviously you who ran away first, how come I am the one who cheated?"

"You flew up directly, I climbed up!"

"But you didn't say we couldn't climb up!"

"But I can't fly. This isn't fair to me." Gwen was so angry that she looked like a little bun.

"How about we call it a tie?" Fisk smiled and took out a bottle of beer from his backpack. He opened the bottle cap and drank half of it. Then he put the remaining half bottle in Gwen's hand and said, "Just try it. Don't drink more!"

"Thank you, Mr. Fisk." Gwen suddenly shuddered, although Gwen's physical fitness surpassed some world-class sports champions.

But at the top of the Statue of Liberty, facing the strong winds blowing in from the sea level.

Gwen's small body was still shivering from the cold.

Gwen rubbed her hands, blew a breath of hot air on them, and quickly hid beside Fisk.

With the help of Fisk's huge body, she successfully avoided the howling wind.

Seeing that Fisk had no intention of stopping him.

Gwen simply opened Fisk's suit, got into his arms, and felt the warmth coming from him.

Gwen then breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I can no longer feel the cold.

Looking at the moon that seems so close above my head.

The fresh scent of shampoo wafted through Fisk's nostrils.

He poured the Coke into his mouth in a panic, which temporarily dispelled the girlish scent hidden deep in the smell of shampoo. "Gwen, do you just want to be an ordinary person?"

"No!" Gwen shook her head. "I want to be a knight, a superhero, just like what you said, Mr. Fisk, a bounty hunter who travels across the western wilderness with a revolver and a rifle on his waist..."

"Superhero?" Fisk laughed. "A superheroine who punishes evildoers?"

"Yes!" Gwen nodded very seriously, "I want to be a superhero. A superhero who can protect you."

"Like the one with Spider-Man running around Queens with webspinning around?"

Gwen showed a look of disgust in her eyes, and her tone was full of disdain and ridicule, "That set of pajamas is so ugly, I don't want to walk around in pajamas!"

Fisk nodded in agreement, "It's really ugly. It's hard to imagine who would choose to walk around in pajamas?

Is he an exhibitionist, or does he think the world is just one giant slumber party?"

"Hehehe, then Mr. Fisk, do you support me in becoming a superhero?"

"Of course, a superheroine who punishes evil.

I support you!" Fisk said without hesitation: "People can't live their lives in mediocrity, they always have to pursue something.

Otherwise, living a routine life all your life would be too boring.

People should do more energetic things when they are young, so that they will have no regrets when they are old.

For example, becoming a superheroine who fights evil.

So, I support you!"

"Haha, Mr. Fisk, you'd better not commit crimes in the future!

Otherwise, I will show no mercy."

"Hahaha......"

Fisk's hearty laughter spread from the top of the Statue of Liberty and blended into the silent night.

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Jane Smith and her husband were blindfolded and hung upside down in the room.

Not only were their eyes and mouths covered, but their bodies were also tightly tied up with nylon ropes. Even if they had razor blades in their hands, they would not be able to break free as they were tied up like dumplings.

Jane Smith is full of contradictions.

She didn't expect that her fifth wedding anniversary, which she had been looking forward to for a long time, would end up like this.

It was originally thought that this unexpected assassination would be the highlight of the fifth anniversary.

Let her think of today one day in the future and laugh out loud and feel happy.

But now it seems.

This fifth wedding anniversary finally turned into a nightmare!

Jane Smith wanted to commit suicide.

But the tooth containing the poison was removed after he fell into a coma!

His mouth was also blocked, so he couldn't bite his tongue to commit suicide.

She didn't know what she would encounter next.

But it was obvious that she had fallen into a situation where she could neither live nor die.

A faint smell of tobacco wafted in the air.

Then came light footsteps.

Lester walked in from outside smoking a cigarette. He closed the door, leaned against the wall beside the door, and looked at the two people hanging upside down in the room. "I am too lazy to interrogate you. If you are willing to tell me who hired you to assassinate my boss, then I will be very happy and will give him a quick death.

And, if you don't want to tell me, I can only let you experience in advance what it's like to go to hell."

After waiting for a while, I saw that neither of them wanted to say anything.

Lester picked up the hammer next to him and walked towards John Smith.

The latter heard Lester's footsteps and shook his body nervously, as if he had something to say.

Lester removed the tape from his mouth.

John Smith immediately said impatiently: "Let my wife go, and I will tell you who hired us to assassinate your boss?"

Lester said nothing.

Just looked at this guy quietly.

He took the hammer and hit him on the knee.

The claw hammer is made of steel, although it has a round flat head.

But when it hit the kneecap, there was still a crisp "crack" sound of bone breaking.