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

If there is any must-see place in Washington, this must be at the top of the list.

"Would you like me to accompany you, Mrs. Osborne?"

"No, I can do it myself." Mrs. Osborne gently touched the hair on her forehead and asked, "Are we going to the Lincoln Memorial first?"

"No, according to the plan, we will go to the National Air and Space Museum first, then the National Gallery of Art, and will enter the Lincoln Memorial in the evening." The dean looked at the itinerary!

"I see!"

Mrs. Osborne nodded and said, "I'll come find you later." Then she followed the signs on the side of the road to the public restroom not far away.

Lock yourself in a cubicle.

Mrs. Osborne leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

The drunkenness on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

She puffed out a cigarette lightly, reached out to take out the phone and dialed back.

After about ten seconds, a voice came from the other side.

"Zero eight five!"

Mrs. Osborne did not speak immediately. After a moment's silence, she said in a cold and even indifferent tone: "I'm retired, Director!"

"Then why did you call me again?" The voice on the other end of the phone was somewhat glib. This made Mrs. Osborne raise her eyebrows and said, "I thought you knew that I came to Washington and wanted to hold a retirement ceremony for me."

"In fact, I do have such a plan, but it's not a retirement ceremony, but your new inauguration ceremony."

"I'm retired." Mrs. Osborne repeated it again without any emotion. She pressed the cigarette in her hand against the wall, gently pushed open the door of the compartment, and saw the tourists walking in from outside through the crack in the door.

Seeing that they were just ordinary tourists, he closed the door.

"Do you really want me to say those words?" The voice in the phone memory became a little strange. If you insist, then I will not insist anymore: "Agent Nikita, congratulations, you have got a new job. You will be released from sleep and transferred to the Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. Your level is temporarily set at level seven."

"I reject."

"Sorry, you don't have the right to refuse."

"Nick Fury, you damn nigger, I'm telling you one last time, I'm retiring."

"At least, I didn't sign your retirement report."

"Alexander signed it."

"But, I am the current director, not Alexander Pierce!"

Mrs. Osborne lit another cigarette.

After glancing at the time, Mrs. Osborne hung up the phone, but before hanging up, she said bluntly: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, and I don't want to have any intersection with a nigger like you. I am very satisfied with my current life, and I don't need you to save me. My life is boring now..." When Mrs. Osborne said this, she thought of her husband who stayed in the laboratory all day long, and of Fisk, who had hugged her, tall and like a hill, especially feeling the other's muscles hidden under his clothes, as hard as tempered rock.

Nikita only enjoyed it for a few seconds.

But for some reason, in the following time, there was a constant strange feeling in her mind.

Maybe it’s the long-term abnormal married life that makes me unbearable!

The phone rang again.

Mrs. Osborne answered the phone.

The call was reconnected, but the voice on the line was no longer that of the annoying black man, but a woman's voice: "Nikita, I'm glad to hear your voice again."

"Hello, Natasha!" Nikita still had no expression on her face.

"Nikita, I don't know if it's the right time to call you, but since you're in Washington, why don't we meet?"

"No, Natasha. I didn't come to Washington to see you. And please tell that nigger to stop bothering me."

"Nikita, you should know that he is the kind of bastard who will never give up until he achieves his goal." Natasha said helplessly: "Nikita, how about this! Let's meet alone. It's been such a long time since we last met. I miss you so much. Don't worry, this black guy you don't want to see will never show up. How about I swear to you?"

"Got it!" Nikita said and hung up the phone.

Agent Romanoff, who had long red hair, also put down the microphone in her hand and looked at Nick Fury behind the desk opposite.

"I'll try to persuade her!"

The latter touched his bald head and said, "Is there a possibility that what you just said can be considered as attacking your boss and racial discrimination?"

"Have it?"

"It seems, yes!"

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"Wow~"

Nikita, who was worried, turned on the faucet.

The water head was opened a little too high accidentally.

The water droplets hit the palm and splashed onto the black woman next to her.

The latter immediately shouted sarcastically, "Don't you have eyes? Damn white skin!"

Nikita raised her hand, ready to teach the nigger a lesson.

But the other hand took the lead and pulled up. The huge force turned the fat black man who looked like a big rat into a huge spinning top.

Nikita turned around and looked back, only to find that it was Fisk.

"You... dare... to hit me..." The black man didn't even finish his words. Suddenly his eyes rolled up and he fell to the ground. Fisk was too lazy to talk too much nonsense with the female gorilla. His pupils contracted and he directly sucked away her soul.

"Are you all right, Mrs. Osborne!"

"I'm fine!" Nikita pretended to be a little dizzy and held onto the sink, "I'm fine!"

"I'm glad you're okay. Let's go back together." Fisk turned on the faucet and rinsed his hands. He didn't look at the female gorilla on the ground again.

Nikita didn't even look at him again, and the two of them left the public restroom together.

Walking on the gray-white stone brick road, the weather in Washington is much warmer than that in New York.

However, there were many green trees and shade, so even though the sun was at its hottest, they did not feel the scorching sun under the protection of the trees.

There weren't many people at the National Mall.

But it is definitely not a small amount.

Most of the people are tourists and it is rare to see staff.

Fisk's tall body was like a big umbrella, helping Nikita to cover most of the light on her body. "Has Mrs. Osborn been here?"

"I went to college in Washington!" Mrs. Osborne said casually, "I stayed in Washington for a long time. In addition to four years of college, I also studied for a master's degree and a doctorate here. I also interned in Washington for a period of time. At that time, I was in the Washington branch, but that was many years ago."

"Really?" Fisk looked at Mrs. Osborn beside him carefully. Perhaps to cover up the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes caused by age, she even wore light black eye shadow, which was invisible unless you looked closely.

Perhaps because of her drunken state, Nikita's forehead and fair, slender neck were covered with fine sweat. Her breathing was a little hurried, as if she was a little shy under Fisk's gaze, and behind her mouthful of pearly teeth, there seemed to be a hint of unintentional moaning.

"But Mrs. Osborne looks so young!"

"Haha, I just took better care of it!" Mrs. Osborne pursed her lips and said, "By the way, Mr. Fisk, I heard you say in the car that you were going to start a biotechnology company. What kind of field is it in?"

"Why, are you afraid that I will steal business from the Osborn Group?" Fisk smiled. Mrs. Osborn covered her lips and said with a smile: "Yes, didn't I come here to gather intelligence in advance? It's better to take precautions before it happens!"

“Ahahahaha!” Fisk laughed. “Then you can rest assured. My biotech company has just been established, and everything has just begun. It may take many years for it to grow into a company that can compete with a giant like the Osborne Group. Besides, our projects are polarized, and we don’t expect any chance of competition in the future.”

"Oh?" Nikita became interested, "Do you know much about our group's products?

Mr. Fisk?"

"Of course!" Fisk nodded. "Osborne Group's combat stimulants and combat blood coagulants...are both top-notch tactical drugs. I heard that whether in Vietnam or Iraq, Osborne Group's drugs are the most important strategic materials. When the war was at its most intense, I heard that a tube of combat blood coagulant cost tens of thousands of dollars on the black market. Many soldiers were reluctant to use it and would rather sell it on the black market."

"Yes!" Nikita smiled bitterly, "But that was a long time ago!

Stark Industries' tactical syringes have better battlefield treatment effects and lower storage requirements. Even if stored outdoors at 50 or 60 degrees, they can be guaranteed to be effective within 48 hours. We have also signed a contract with the Department of Defense. I cannot sell combat coagulants to any country or organization other than the U.S. Department of Defense.

If large quantities of combat blood coagulants are found anywhere in the world, the Osborne Group will be held accountable by the US Department of Defense.

In addition, Stark Industries has produced a new combat stimulant this year, which is more effective than our medicine. I really don't know where Mr. Stark got so many wonderful ideas from. "

"Maybe he's on the belly of a fashion model!" Fisk's lewd sense of humor did not disgust Mrs. Osborne, but made her grin. "If that's the case, then I'm not jealous, and I can't be jealous, because my husband doesn't stay on my belly for a long time."

"Hahaha, Mrs. Osborne, you are so humorous.

Let's sit down and talk while the kids are still visiting the museum." Fisk said, pointing to the bench next to him.

Under the shade of the trees, the shadows are like umbrellas, completely blocking out the scorching sunlight that penetrates through the woods.

"Why, Mr. Fisk has been here too?"

"No, I'm a skeptic. I've always believed that the United States never landed on the moon and that it was all just filmed in a Hollywood studio. So I'm not interested in the evidence they exhibited."

"What a coincidence, me too." Nikita had no intention of refusing, and the two of them sat on the bench together. Under the sunlight, they looked as harmonious as a couple.

"Is Mr Osborne all right?

I heard that he seemed to have some health problems.”

"Well, if this were a press conference, I would definitely tell you that he is in great health. He can eat, drink, jump, run, and do experiments for twelve hours straight." Nikita shook her head, "But since I'm only facing you, Mr. Fisk, then I have nothing to hide." Nikita sighed deeply, "I haven't seen him for a long time, except that I would call the lab every few days to make sure he was still alive.

I haven't seen him in person for a long time.

So you ask me, how is he doing now?

I can only say that I don't know either." Nikita's eyes wandered as she complained to Fisk, "Osborn, he's under a lot of pressure. The Osborn Group is about the same age as the United States. But in the current situation, the Osborn Group is on the verge of bankruptcy. If it can't get an order from the U.S. Department of Defense, then..." Nikita hadn't finished her words, but her meaning was already very clear.

Even though she was sitting in the shade, the high temperature still made Nikita sweat on her forehead. Fisk took out a tissue and gently wiped Nikita's sweat. The tissue wiped across her fair skin, causing Nikita's cheeks to quickly turn red, as if they were stained with a layer of red paint.

The sweet smell of perfume slowly entered Fisk's nostrils.

Fister seemed to suddenly understand.

This may not be the smell of perfume, but Nikita's body odor.

"But I heard that Stark Industries has also sent people to Washington to win a new order from the Department of Defense. Is Osborn Group confident?"

Nikita shook her head decisively, "No! No industrial group can defeat Stark Industries head-on. This is an indisputable fact. The main purpose of my coming here is to accompany Harry and try my luck!"

Nikita sighed, "But, judging from the current situation, goddess of luck is not on my side this time." Nikita said, her face full of fatigue. She bit her lips with a little force, and held Fisk's arm with her right hand, supporting Microsoft's body, half leaning on Fisk's arm.

Fisk felt Mrs. Osborne, who was as sweet as candy in his arms, and relaxed on the back of the chair. He stretched out his hand to Mrs. Osborne and gently supported her slender waist.

Mrs. Osborne has no fat on her abdomen because she exercises regularly, but she doesn't have any hard muscles either. Instead, her abdomen is flat and smooth. There are no ugly muscles, but it is unusually soft.

Enjoying the soft and smooth feeling flowing through the palm of my hand, I slid it down little by little. Soon, I suddenly felt the exceptionally thin stockings on the edge of my palm.

Fisk lowered his gaze to her thighs and immediately caught a glimpse of the delicate stockings.