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

"Tsk, I hope he likes the sun there." Fisk didn't respond, but raised the glass in his hand.

"You're not a white glove, you're my partner." Ross gently clinked his glass with Fisk's. "I need a partner, a partner who can achieve a win-win situation.

What do you think of... the mayor of New York City?"

"Hmm?" Fisk raised his eyebrows. "You mean me?"

"Yes!" Ross began to make a promise: "If you want, I can help you become the mayor of New York City. Of course, not this term, but the next one. When I become the Secretary of Defense, I can help you."

Although he knew that the other party was just empty talk, Fisk was still tempted.

"What about the conditions?"

"Get in the same boat with me!" Ross was a little drunk. After all, the alcohol content of the wine was very high. "It means getting in the same boat in the true sense. Many people in the army do not support me. I have to make them see the benefits. In addition, I need to win over more allies. And all of this requires benefits..."

Fisk understood what Ross was referring to.

It seemed that General Ross needed money.

It requires a lot of money, and it seems like he is under a lot of pressure to take this position.

But it cannot be ruled out that he was deliberately showing weakness. After all, who knows the true face of this old fox.

Fisk didn't care, though.

He really needs General Ross as his backer now.

What's the old saying?

There are people in heaven, so things are easy to get done.

Fisk never thought he could go against the entire planet.

Even not long ago, he killed a demon incarnate.

However, the price paid was also very heavy.

There are a lot of enemies like this in hell, let alone on Earth.

Ross's words sound nice, but in the final analysis, he still wants to use Fisk.

But, doesn't Fisk also want to use Ross's identity?

"Well! What do you think? Do you want me to give you some time to think about it?" Ross took another sip of wine, and his words were a little unclear. It seemed that he was really drunk.

Fisk was silent.

Suddenly, he picked up the wine glass and poured a pot of wine for General Ross, "Do you want me to go to Japan in person?"

"Of course!" Ross narrowed his eyes, "But not now, I will let you know in about a month, when everything in the warehouse is loaded onto the plane.

There is someone there to pick you up. It is actually a very simple job. You just need to escort the things there, and then bring the money back and you can take your share from it.”

"It sounds like I'm more like a security guard."

Ross burst into laughter when he heard this. He seemed to remember something, took a sip of the wine in his hand, and then said to Fisk:

"Hahaha!

Captain America was a socialite back then!

He was in charge of fundraising for the US Army at the time and was active in cocktail parties every day. He had to face constant harassment from those noble ladies who were either pro-war or anti-war, and he had to climb from one noble lady's bed to another lady's sofa.

And from an idiot who couldn't dance at all, he became a ballroom dancing master, but who could have thought that it would only take a few months.

Steve Rogers has gone from being a good friend to a hero.

Become a spiritual idol of Americans.

As for what happened before, everyone chose to forget it.

No one would ever mention the fact that he had tried to please those noble ladies in order to raise funds.

No one would care about the pretty boy who dances best on the dance floor.

Heroes don’t ask where they come from.

If you don’t tell me and I don’t tell you, who will know?”

The wine glasses in the hands of the two people clash together.

The crisp impact was like the sound of a heavy curtain slowly being pulled open.

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After drinking, it was already late at night.

General Ross might have been really drunk, and he was holding Fisk and unwilling to let go. He had no choice but to let his subordinates take Gwen to the hotel first, and then personally take General Ross home.

General Ross lives in an estate in the suburbs of Washington.

There are no neighbors in front or behind.

However, there were a lot of security guards, but when they saw that it was Ross who came back drunk, they all avoided him as if they saw the god of plague.

"Mr. Fisk, could you please help the General inside?"

Ross's subordinates looked at the drunk Ross with some fear.

It was as if he was a man-eating beast at this moment.

It seems that General Ross doesn't drink very well.

The door was closed. Fisk wanted to go back and ask for the key, but found that the men had already parked the car.

However, at this moment the door was opened and a woman in an evening dress walked out.

"Mrs. Ross...?"

Maybe it was the two bottles of brandy.

Perhaps he had not fully recovered from the brutal battle in the afternoon.

Fisk was a little drunk and a little tired.

He looked at the woman in front of him.

His heart was pounding. This plump mature woman was so attractive to him. If General Ross had not been beside him, he would have even resisted the urge to hug her directly to dispel the chill of the night.

Mrs. Ross was wearing a blue evening gown.

There aren't any fancy decorations, but the smooth lines perfectly show off Mrs. Ross's figure.

The tube top design revealed her sexy collarbone and snow-white shoulders. Her skin was as white as jade. She didn't wear any extra jewelry and dressed casually and naturally. Even her golden hair was tied up on her head.

Her hair was only clipped with a simple clip, and although there were a few strands of hair randomly scattered on her forehead and ears, it did not destroy the overall beauty. Instead, it added a bit of laziness and casualness to her charming face. But apart from this, the gleam in her eyes also made her inadvertently show her elite temperament as a US senator.

I heard that she is not only a US senator.

It seems that he is also the honorary president of a university and the head of several charity projects?

Held multiple positions.

Oh, and she seems to be the whip of the ruling party.

She is a real strong woman.

Although Ross was reluctant to admit it, without his wife's help, how could he have gotten the position of Army Chief of Staff this time?

However, it looked like she had been drinking, and it seemed like she had just returned home not long ago. Judging from the evening dress she was wearing, she must have been attending a relatively important cocktail party.

"Hmm?" Fisk looked at the drunk General Ross, his beautiful eyes slightly blank. The drunkenness made her slow to react for a while, and she smiled slightly. Although it was formal, it was unusually kind: "Who are you?"

This smile was full of charm in Fisk's eyes. Fisk felt strange in his heart. He licked his lips and said in a vague tone: "Hello, ma'am. I'm Fisk. I'm here to send General Ross back. The general is a little drunk."

"Yes, Darling!" General Ross was already drunk, but when he saw his wife, he immediately showed an expression of fear on his face, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

Although Mrs. Ross was also drunk, she could still make out what was going on.

He immediately glared at Ross with drunken anger.

The mature woman's coquettish beauty made Fisk's eyelids twitch slightly.

"You've drunk too much again. You're not allowed to sleep in your room today. Get off to the sofa."

"But Darling, you've drunk too much."

"Shut up!"

General Ross muttered, it was unexpected that he was actually a henpecked husband.

Mrs. Ross felt a severe headache. Drinking too much made her feel dizzy. Now she just wanted to find a place to have a good sleep. She didn't want to say too much and rubbed her forehead.

Mrs. Ross was too drunk to say anything more. She looked at the silent Ross and said in a slightly gentler tone: "I feel a little dizzy now. I will settle the score with you when I wake up. You are not allowed to come in tonight. You have to sleep on the sofa."

After saying that, he walked in without caring about the stranger Fisk standing next to him.

Fisk hesitated for a moment, but still helped Ross in. General Ross had drunk too much.

However, even so, he was still alert and reached out to close the door.

Fisk helped him to the sofa, and then he discovered that Mrs. Ross was also leaning on the sofa. She seemed to be drunk and a little dizzy. She was so drunk that she didn't know east, west, south, or north.

Maybe she was really drunk, but Mrs. Ross actually ordered Fisk, "You...help me upstairs!"

As she spoke, Mrs. Ross staggered forward.

The voluptuous body swayed as if it would fall down at any time. Fisk's heart was filled with strange desires, and he shouted worriedly: "Mrs. Ross, be careful...!"

It would have been fine if she hadn't said anything, but once she heard that Mrs. Ross was really having a hard time standing, Fisk hurried forward and reached out to help Mrs. Ross up!

Fortunately, Fisk was quick-witted and reached out to hug Mrs. Ross, preventing her from falling to the ground. Mrs. Ross opened her drunken eyes.

"Help me up, I, I don't have any strength left!"

Looking at Mrs. Ross's delicate appearance.

Fisk was much more sober.

Some hesitation.

But I was cursing in my heart.

Isn't this intentional temptation?

Mrs. Ross's half-drunk figure was very alluring.

Especially after getting drunk.