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

"stop!"

Agents rushed in from the main gate.

I saw Fisk, his whole body on fire, holding Natasha in his hand.

He immediately raised his weapon.

They were quite clever, and after discovering that the demon's arena had been breached, they immediately rushed in.

Coulson also walked in.

Following behind him was a group of fully armed soldiers.

From the Washington National Guard.

"Fisk, put her down!"

Fisk reached out and threw away the grenade in his hand.

But in the next second, he grabbed Natasha's limbs tightly.

Then clench it and twist it.

"Kakakaka!"

The sound of bones continued.

Natasha, an agent from the KGB, also let out a miserable howl. Her body was twisted together like a dough stick. Her arms and thighs were fractured beyond the limit of comminuted fractures. The pale bones broke through the skin and red blood flowed out of the wounds like it was free.

The black agents wanted to shoot, but Coulson raised his hand to stop them.

He could tell that Fisk was showing mercy.

Otherwise, that grenade would have directly blown Natasha's head off.

He threw the dying Natasha to the ground like a rag doll. Fisk extinguished the flames on his body, walked in front of the agents, and walked in front of Coulson.

Fisk's clothes had been torn to shreds in the recent battle.

There was no loose thread on his body.

However, there were no wounds, only muscles as strong as granite.

If Fisk were to participate in the Mr. World election at this moment, he would easily win first place.

He looked at the agent in front of him with indifference.

Too lazy to say another word.

The agents consciously moved to the sides.

Fisk raised his legs and walked outside, but after taking two steps, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and pointed to the rooftop behind him, "Mrs. Osborne is there!" Then he ignored them and turned and walked out of the art gallery.

The blood-red setting sun shone on Fisk's body, and all the wounds on his body had healed, including the burns left by the fire that had just been extinguished.

They have all been restored to their original state.

More soldiers entered the gallery.

Soon, there was intensive gunfire.

It's the tourists who have been corrupted.

Although the demons' arena has ended, their only fate is death.

"Boss!" The red-haired man came over and saw Fisk, who was naked. He immediately took off his suit and gave it to Fisk.

Fisk covered his waist and was looking for Gwen, but he found Gwen sitting in the passenger seat of the SUV and staring at him angrily. It seemed that the little girl was blaming Fisk for not taking her in with him.

Looking at her angry appearance, Fisk suddenly felt that his physical fatigue was effectively relieved. He leaned on the car door and wanted to touch Gwen's head, but Gwen dodged it directly, holding her hands on her chest, looking unwilling to pay attention to Fisk.

But she completely underestimated how cute she was.

The golden hair flickers in front of the forehead, and the cheeks are slightly red, but they cannot cover the fair skin. It is like a piece of chocolate, which makes people want to take a bite. It is so sweet that it makes people feel a little intimidated.

Fisk licked his dry lips.

He reached out again and touched Gwen's head hard, "Come on, don't be angry, I'll treat you to a big meal!" Then he sat in the passenger seat.

Gwen's cheeks flushed.

But there is still some anger.

However, Fisk did not seem to have any injuries on his body.

He didn't remain stiff, but said, "Mr. Fisk, next time, if you leave me alone again, I will never talk to you again."

"Hahahaha, okay!" Fisk agreed without any hesitation.

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“Well, didn’t you just arrive in Washington today?

What, you have to go back in two days?" Mrs. Stacy's words were also slightly tired. It was obvious that her work was also very tiring.

"There was a small accident. This time, the school trip may have to end early." Fisk drank the whiskey in his hand to moisten his dry throat. "However, I may have to stay in Washington for two more days, so I plan to take Gwen around alone. Anyway, I haven't been to Washington very often!"

Mrs. Stacy yawned. "Well, I thought I would go back to New York before you did, but now it seems that you may go back faster than me. I may have to go to Europe again, but I will be back in two days at most. It's just that I hate flying."

“Isn’t it just an ordinary medical seminar?

Why go to Europe?" Fisk was a little confused.

He also wanted to go back and have a good and in-depth discussion with Mrs. Stacy.

Since Gwen can't do it, let Mrs. Stacy, the mother, make up for it.

"Oh, don't mention it!" Mrs. Stacy sighed, "I only found out about this when I got here. This project is sponsored by the Life Foundation. These guys have been exploring life outside the earth."

"Life Foundation?"

"Yes! They are a group of older European nobility who fantasize about being immortal. But after trying every possible method on Earth, they turned their attention to the universe. They dug on an asteroid, and some robots found something that looked very much like life." Mrs. Stacy yawned again, "I took a look at the briefing they provided, and it is very likely that it is really an extraterrestrial life. They now need biologists and top surgeons, because if they are sure that it is an extraterrestrial life, they want to conduct biological experiments as soon as possible."

"Really? Why does it sound so unreliable?"

"I also feel that it's unreliable." Mrs. Stacy said with some disdain: "I can see that these people are really too rich, so they have no desires. The only desire to survive is to live longer."

"Then you are still going?"

"Just think of it as a trip, as a funded trip!" Mrs. Stacy suddenly became excited. "Besides, Gwen's birthday is coming up next month. I'll go take a look over there, then go shopping and bring Gwen a gift."

"I see you're thinking of buying yourself a present."

"Why not?

I have lived in poverty for the last ten years, and now I finally have some money in my pocket. It would be inappropriate to be poorer.”

Mrs. Stacy and Fisk's tone became increasingly intimate, and they were like a couple.

"Have fun then."

"Hahaha, why do I feel like you're jealous?

You must be missing me, right?" Mrs. Stacy's tone suddenly became deep, "My bastard, you must be missing me, right?"

Fisk pursed his lips and glanced at Gwen, who was sitting not far away and ordering food. "Of course, my Mrs. Stacy, I miss you so much."

"Well, hehe, then just take your time to think about it! Asshole!" Mrs. Stacy hung up the phone while laughing.

Fisk shrugged.

But he was not in a hurry to return to the dining table.

Instead he walked into the bathroom.

Not for any other reason, but because the reward of Shalish had arrived.

I reached out and checked the bathroom to make sure no one was there.

He raised his palm.

He won the Demon Arena.

Thus, he was awarded the Crown of Shabak.

That is the devil's crown that can use the power of hell to drive demons to do things for you. Wearing it will make you the spokesperson of hell, and you can travel between the real world and hell at will.

But to some extent, it can also be called a puppet of hell!

So this thing can be said to be a reward, but it can be seen more as a trap.

Once you put it on, it means you will become someone else's puppet forever.

Fisk would never wear it.

It looks like I got a useless piece of shit.

However, this was obtained through my own hard work.

Find a cabinet to put it in!

Compared to the reward from hell, this is a reward without any sincerity.

Shalis's reward was even less reliable.

Because this time the reward is actually a ticket!

Yes, that’s right, it was a ticket.

A ticket that looks a bit fancy.

This ticket is like a colorful vortex that can attract people's attention at once. Its background color is rich purple, like a mysterious night, deep and attractive.

The ticket is printed with all kinds of patterns, including stars sparkling with golden light, inlaid on the edge like tiny gems, colorful balloons that seem ready to break free from their restraints and float into the sky, and blooming flowers, each petal outlined with delicate lines and as brightly colored as if they had just been picked from the garden.

In the center of the ticket is a huge cartoon character with an exaggerated and bright smile and lively eyes. It is surrounded by circles of wavy lines, as if emitting joyful energy.

The edge of the ticket is decorated with exquisite lace patterns, which are delicate and intricate, as if they were carefully painted by hand.

The font design is even more unique. The large golden characters are eye-catching and gorgeous, and there are small notes written in colored highlighters next to them, which are crooked and exude a playful feeling.

Some sparkling glitter is randomly sprinkled on the ticket. Even under the dim light in the bathroom, it still sparkles like stars, making this ticket look even more flashy, yet full of unique charm.

"Are you there? What is this?"

"As you can see, honey, this is a ticket."

"What tickets?" Fisk guessed that Salis was probably waiting for him to ask, because he wouldn't give him something like that for no reason.