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

It would be safer to rob a bank than to come here to rob.

"If they are not stupid, then their purpose of coming here is not to rob these expensive scrolls, but for another purpose!" Fisk made the judgment almost in an instant.

These gunmen must have other motives.

It may be for political purposes. After all, there are many tourists here, and they can threaten these tourists to achieve their own goals.

Or it could be a simple terrorist attack.

After all, there are still many terrorist organizations in the world these days, especially the wars launched by the United States.

Of course, it is also possible that there is something wrong with one of the paintings here.

Just like the robbery of the Agricultural Museum in San Francisco, a farm tool hoe from Africa was stolen. Later, Klaue wrote to say that he did it and that the hoe was made of vibranium.

But whatever the reason.

It has nothing to do with Fisk.

He doesn't have time to meddle in other people's business.

However, it looks like today's sightseeing tour will end early.

The gunmen quickly drove away the tourists who were still in the art gallery.

There was nowhere to hide in the empty art gallery, and there were a lot of gunmen.

There were dozens of people, all well-armed and with a careful and rigorous plan.

The first thing they did when they came in was to take down the security and immediately turn off all the cameras.

At the same time, the exits were blocked and the high-rise commanding heights were occupied.

In the blink of an eye, the huge art gallery was under tight control of these gunmen.

So tightly organized.

Fisk was amazed.

With such good training, it would be a shame if he didn't rob a bank.

"past!"

"past!"

The gunmen began to drive away the tourists.

Gather them in the center of the lobby on the first floor of the art museum.

There were quite a lot of them, but compared with the total number of visitors to the entire art museum, the number was still not enough.

No one was willing to resist.

Especially facing the black muzzle of a gun.

The vast majority of tourists were obedient and moved towards the designated locations.

Fisk acted decisively. Before the gunmen surrounded them, he successfully led the tour group into the safe passage on the side of the hall.

Perhaps it was because Fisk's tall stature was so intimidating that the entire tour group of students and parents were extremely obedient at this moment, and everyone was busy on their way.

I was about to pass through the security passage in front of me and leave the art gallery.

The security door in front suddenly opened.

More than a dozen gunmen, guarding a tall man, walked in from the security door. Both sides were almost face to face, and all of them were stunned. At this moment, time and space seemed to be paused. The air was filled with a depressing atmosphere, making people feel a little breathless, but for Fisk, it was a little embarrassing.

After all, this escape route was chosen by him.

Now, I feel like I'm leading others into a fire pit.

"Stop!" The robbers in front of him reacted very quickly and immediately raised their guns. Justin's face was a little pale. He was a cunning businessman, a businessman with no bottom line, and a businessman with no power. He usually brought several bodyguards with him when he went out. Today, because the situation was a little special, he did not bring any bodyguards with him.

However, he still stood in front of his daughter. Fatherly and motherly love were infinitely magnified at this moment, and they both stood in front of their children. The dean of studies, several teachers responsible for maintaining order, and the tour guide stood in front of the parents.

Fisk hid Gwen's body behind him, with a cruel smile on his face. His eyes swept across the gunmen and fixed on the tall white man in the center.

He has short golden hair, a sturdy build, and is wearing a white martial arts uniform, which is a bit like a Taekwondo training uniform. He has a cold look in his eyes and a sharp face, but he is not handsome. Instead, he looks a little fierce.

He folded his arms and looked at Fisk without saying a word.

"Back off, everyone, back off!"

The gunmen took a step forward, guns raised, trying to force the small tour group to retreat back to the hall.

But Fisk didn't move at all. He just stared at these people coldly. His aura was like a mountain, intimidating all the gunmen in front of him and providing courage support to the people behind him.

Gently he pulled out a cigar from his bosom, put two fingers into the shape of scissors, and closed them together, cutting off the oval cigar head. He took out a lighter and lit the cigar, then Fisk showed a relatively gentle smile: "Get out of the way."

"What did you say?"

The gunmen had strange expressions on their faces.

Is this guy an idiot?

Or is it that he is tall but not smart?

So many guns are invisible.

"Stand back or we'll shoot."

Fisk still ignored them.

Still staring at the white guy with blond hair and buzz cut.

After being silent for a moment, the latter slowly moved aside, which made the gunman next to him show an incredible expression.

"Get out of the way, let them pass." The man spoke with an extremely hoarse voice, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other. Fisk did not act pretentiously, and walked forward with his men. When passing by the man, Fisk politely nodded to him.

This man's soul is red.

It's like a flame.

After pushing open the security door, the group left the art gallery safely.

Left the art gallery.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Mr. Fisk."

"Thank you, Mr. Fisk."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Fisk."

Justin also came over and said a few polite words.

Fisk looked around, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and asked the tour guide and the dean, "Is there anyone else who hasn't come out yet?"

They nodded quickly and gave a reply soon.

Mrs. Osborn and Harry Osborn did not come out.

Meanwhile, inside the art gallery, Nikita sent Harry into the ventilation duct.

Then put the lid on and let him stay inside safely.

"Mom, come hide up here with me."

“No, it’s too small inside to hide, so I’ll hide outside.

Don't worry, I'm outside!"

"All right!"

Nikita encouraged her son with a few words and closed the door of the utility room.

Natasha stood outside the door. Two gunmen with bent heads lay at her feet. They seemed to be dead. She threw the rifle in her hand to Nikita and said, "I have called for reinforcements. They will be here soon."

Before he could finish his words, Nikita kicked him in the stomach above his head.

The latter was caught off guard and was kicked away immediately.

You know, Nikita was wearing high heels.

The sharp heel was like a dagger. Fortunately, Natasha was wearing a soft bulletproof vest, otherwise, she might have been ripped open by this kick.

But the huge force also made Natasha kneel on the ground, unable to stand up for a long time: "Ugh!"

Nikita looked at her calmly, her tone very cold: "Why are you stopping me?"

Nikita just wanted to take her son and Fisk out through the emergency passage.

But Natasha stopped her.

This is why they are still staying in the art museum.

“There’s something wrong with that Fisk.

The gunman rushed in, how did he know that the emergency passage would be safe?

It was obvious that these gunmen were fully armed and well-trained, and they destroyed all the cameras at the first opportunity, which shows that they must have conducted preliminary reconnaissance.

In this case, the safe passage is definitely not safe, and it might be tightly guarded by them. It would be dangerous to go there."

Nikita sneered and did not take her former colleague's words seriously. They were all agents, so it was better not to give such a deceptive explanation: "Heh, you are not telling the truth.

However, I warn you, if anything happens to Harry, I will kill you!" Nikita checked the rifle in her hand, removed the magazine skillfully, and after making sure it was full, she said coldly: "Go, I will protect Harry here, I have retired and will not take risks again."

Natasha stood up with the help of the wall. She looked at Nikita in disbelief, as if she didn't recognize this person. No wonder Natasha showed such an expression. Nikita was also one of the former KGB agents, and a top agent. It's just that she and Natasha are not from the same system, but Natasha can still remember the former style of this top agent.

Marriage is truly horrible.

The top agent back then, because of marriage, has unknowingly become a housewife who is restricted by her own hands.

Nikita was about to push the door open and go back into the utility room.

Suddenly, several gunmen appeared in the distance.

When they saw the bodies lying on the ground, their faces changed drastically.

Just shoot.

Dense bullets were tearing towards this side like a torrent.

Nikita dragged Natasha and turned to run, shooting continuously as she ran. The high heels on her feet did not affect Nikita's speed, and she rushed to the corner in the blink of an eye, and Natasha was hit by two more bullets.

However, all of them were blocked by the bulletproof vests.