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

The original body had a faint fragrance.

Fisk, who was holding Mrs. Ross's arm, felt that his whole body was enveloped by the fragrance.

The hands holding Mrs. Ross's body couldn't help but begin to gently move up and down.

Fisk's breathing quickened, his eyes suddenly heated up, and he exerted a little strength in his hands, holding Mrs. Ross and walked upstairs.

Mrs. Ross was so drunk that she didn't even know how she was sent upstairs.

She just felt weak all over and even walking was very difficult.

I vaguely felt as if someone was carrying me up the stairs.

Then put it on the bed!

Mrs. Ross was so drunk that she wanted to fall asleep.

But in a trance, she felt someone calling her a few times.

Mrs. Ross thought she was hallucinating and ignored it, but soon she felt someone touching her body.

This caused her plump body to tense slightly and tremble slightly.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Is that Ross guy?"

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Chapter 126 Punisher?

It was late at night and the lights were dim.

The truck sped along the cement road.

This is a suburb of New York, close to the port area.

Fifteen days ago, a large storage warehouse was just completed.

Unlike other storage warehouses with busy traffic, this one seems very deserted.

Apart from a dozen trucks frequently coming in and out every day, there are basically no other vehicles to be seen.

Moreover, the walls of the yard are connected to the electric fence, there are cameras everywhere, and black SUVs often circle around the warehouse, which looks extremely mysterious. Many black gangs are eyeing this new warehouse, and such tight security means that the goods here must be very valuable.

However, within just one week, many body parts inexplicably appeared in the garbage cans in the towns several blocks away from the warehouse, and after that no blind black gang dared to target this place anymore.

However, just because those chimpanzees don't dare to attack this place doesn't mean that others don't dare to do so.

To the west of the warehouse, there is a tall water tower.

Fire water tower.

Because it is close to the suburbs and the vegetation is dense, once a forest fire occurs, firefighters often cannot arrive at the scene in the first time.

Therefore, these water towers become very important.

And because the water tower was built very high, it also formed a ready-made sentry tower.

A man climbed up the somewhat rusty stairs.

His heavy weight made the rusty stairs shaky.

He was not very fat, but he was carrying a heavy black backpack on his back. The straps, made of nylon rope, were pulled straight, and it was not difficult to imagine how heavy it was just by looking at it with the naked eye.

He placed his backpack next to the stained water tower, lay alone on the iron grid floor, took out a telescope from his arms, and looked at the warehouse in the distance.

Being high above the ground, it seems to have an advantage in vision, but in fact it does not.

Because the distance is far, the height advantage is not so obvious.

Moreover, the walls of the warehouse are brightly lit, which not only allows people inside the walls to see everything clearly, but also makes the gazes from outside, especially those observing through telescopes, blurred and haloed due to the refraction of light, making it impossible to see what is over there.

The man muttered.

Took out the thermal imaging.

However, since the heat emitted by those light sources is so tremendous, the thermal images are blurry and cannot be seen clearly at all.

Taking a deep breath, the man began to put his equipment on himself.

He first took off his long windbreaker, revealing a bulletproof vest with a white skull printed on it.

This is heavy body armor.

Under the dim light, the white skull exuded a strange and cold aura, as if announcing to the people around it the fearlessness and determination of its owner.

The material of the bulletproof vest is thick and solid. Each protective plate is closely connected to form an indestructible line of defense. The metal buckles and straps are tightly fixed without any looseness, as if they are integrated with his body.

The surface of this bulletproof vest has many tiny scratches and signs of wear, which are proof that it has experienced countless battles.

At the same time, this means one thing, that someone is going to die.

The roar in front of me came from a distance.

That was the sound made by the truck engine, like thunder or loud thunder, the roar was so loud that it made people's ears numb.

This was not the sound of just one truck, but of a whole fleet of trucks.

There are fourteen in total.

The security guards at the surrounding warehouses had long been accustomed to the thunderous sound, because these fourteen trucks often moved together and it was rare for a single truck to pass by.

The man picked up the telescope again, and the telescope finally played its intended role.

The convoy of black trucks rolled in like a black torrent. Each truck was painted in deep black. In the dim light, the body of the truck did not reflect a single light, as if it could swallow the surrounding light. The wheels rolled and turned, raising a cloud of dust, shrouding the entire convoy in a haze.

The car window glass is covered with black film, making it impossible to see what's inside the car clearly. There are no logos or patterns on the side of the car body, only a uniform black color, which looks low-key yet eye-catching.

The lights at the rear of the car are exceptionally bright against the black backdrop, like twinkling eyes in the darkness.

The entire convoy maintained a neat formation, one vehicle next to another, and made a low and powerful roar as it drove, as if the earth was shaking and the air was vibrating.

The telescope was locked on the wheels of the truck.

An experienced hunter can easily tell whether a vehicle is empty or fully loaded by the marks left on the wheels.

Just like at this moment, all fourteen cars are full, and the last car is obviously overweight.

"So heavy?"

The man took out a small instrument from his backpack, something like a radar, and pointed it at the convoy approaching from a distance, while inserting the earplugs at the end of the instrument into his ears.

The next second, the sound in the distance was amplified.

It was like a thunderous noise, continuously hitting my ears.

But the man seemed not to hear it and just kept fiddling with the things in his hands.

Finally, he heard some unusual sounds.

Bang, bang, bang.

As the truck continued to move forward, the sound of metal colliding suddenly reached my ears.

Obviously, the equipment in the carriage should be metal.

The man put down the instrument in his hand.

"Metal?"

What telescopes are there?

The courtyard in the distance was brightly lit.

Although, this has the meaning of anti-voyeurism, it is more like a brightly lit construction site.

“It’s still under construction.”

"What are you going to do?"

"A giant drug-making base?" The man frowned, revealing a bloody and cruel look.

He put down the binoculars and continued to load his body with various magazines, grenades and bullets.

After completing all the preparations, he fastened the rope to the railing. Seeing the eye-catching yellow-brown rust on the railing, he simply fastened a few more times. Then he slid down the rope and slowly moved towards the nearby courtyard wall.

He carefully dodged the camera above his head. The nearly 40 kilograms weight did not disrupt his steps. His goal was to destroy this place and force out the gang leader named Fisk.

His name is Frank.

He had been in New York for two days.

Originally, he had no intention of coming to this sad place again.

However, Russell actually brought the gang leader he had been looking for to him, allowing him to successfully take revenge.

Naturally, Frank wouldn't say anything more. He wanted to help Russell eliminate Fisk, the gangster.

Although, it is not known where Russell found this person from, but keeping promises is Frank's doctrine, not to mention that Fisk is a gangster.

These damn gangsters, if it weren’t for them, how could I have lost my wife and daughter?

After making sure that the camera was not pointing in this direction, Frank sneaked in like a ghost.

In one hand he held a pistol, and in the other he held a yellow plastic explosive.

The electric fence on the courtyard wall did not hinder his progress.

The bright lights within the courtyard wall added a lot of obstacles to him.

However, perhaps he was lucky. The moment he climbed over the wall, he was blocked by the pile of concrete pipes, so he was not discovered by those who were standing on high places.

But did you really not discover it?

The vulture that was dozing on the roof suddenly opened his eyes.

He picked up the radio and called Ena Maynard, who was reading a magazine in the duty room.

"Hello, what's going on?" Ena Maynard yawned and looked at the men's magazine in her hand. She first thought about whether she could hire a male model when she gets her next salary.

"Did the camera capture anything?"

“Nothing was captured.”

"Do you feel the murderous aura?"