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

Reaching out and picking up the bread on the table, Ena Maynard stuffed it into her mouth. The bread seemed to have been left for too long and all the moisture had been lost, making it so dry that it was difficult to swallow. When she heard what the vulture said, she almost choked to death on the spot. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and picked up the coffee on the table and poured it into her mouth.

After catching her breath, Ena Maynard frowned and said into the intercom, "Are you confused in your sleep?

Would you like me to order you a cup of coffee?"

"No!" came the vulture's affirmative voice.

“Although my perception is not as exaggerated as that of the boss and Lester, it is unlikely to be wrong.

I definitely felt the murderous intent.”

"I thought, maybe you really need a cup of coffee, with milk and sugar?"

"...Iced Americano, no sugar, thank you."

"Roger that!"

Ena Maynard stretched and pulled the radio towards the coffee machine in the office.

When I walked past the French window, I saw a black shadow.

However, the black shadow flashed by.

Ena Maynard squinted and looked over, but saw nothing.

This made her frown involuntarily.

She picked up the radio and said to the vulture, "Your coffee will be ready in five minutes, and your intuition is correct. Someone is coming in."

"I knew it!" The vulture stood up immediately.

He was always half-crouching on the roof, like a real vulture.

"Five minutes is enough. Watch me find this little mouse."

As he spoke, he flew quickly into the sky.

Ena Maynard stared at the direction where the shadow had just flashed by, her hand unconsciously reaching for the pistol at her waist while she continued to speak into the radio: "Don't sleep, someone's coming in!"

In an instant, the entire warehouse storage area was thrown into chaos.

Vultures circled in the air, their sharp eyes scanning every inch of land below.

His wings flapped, creating a breeze, and he secretly wondered how to catch the intruder.

Frank used various kinds of construction waste to constantly dodge in the bright lights, trying his best to avoid the light that might expose himself.

He carefully observed the surroundings, his eyes fixed on the main building not far away.

During the day, he had peeked at this place from above on a helicopter and realized that the secrets here should be hidden not far away, in the main building that was temporarily covered with an iron frame.

There must be a reason why Fisker is building so much here.

But no matter what his reason is, as long as he can blow up this place, he will definitely show up.

Suddenly, a strong light shone from the side, and Frank subconsciously pressed his body tightly against the construction waste beside him.

There was a flash of light, and immediately the searchlight passed over the construction debris.

Frank felt relieved, but at this moment a sharp sound was heard in the sky.

It turned out that the vultures discovered his tracks.

He made the sound of flapping wings and sprinted quickly downwards, directing the guards on the ground to turn on the searchlights and converge in the direction of Frank.

"Come out, mouse! You can't get away!"

The vulture shouted loudly in the air.

Two or three grenades passed between his wings like aerial bombs and landed precisely on top of the pile of construction waste where Frank was hiding.

Frank didn't respond, he was biding his time.

Even when the grenade exploded above his head, he did not move, but his hand was tightly holding a button.

In the distance, on top of the water tower, four or five assault rifles that were constantly shaking their heads suddenly seemed to have locked on a direction.

Frank held his breath.

The gunmen on the ground have also moved towards this side.

It looks like it won't be long before this place is completely surrounded.

Listen to the footsteps silently, and make sure that the footsteps are approaching.

"Bang bang bang!"

Frank pulled the trigger without hesitation. In an instant, the assault rifles on the water tower in the distance opened fire. They had no way to lock onto a specific target, but began to fire at a range at a predetermined angle, covering the entire warehouse.

The gunshots attracted everyone's attention, even the vultures turned their heads away.

Frank seized the opportunity and fired first.

The team of gunmen at the front had no time to react before they were knocked down and lay wailing on the ground.

The expensive bulletproof vests successfully helped them block fatal injuries, but they also temporarily lost their ability to fight.

Frank's brows twitched.

He recognized the bulletproof vests these guys were wearing. They were one-piece super-heavy bulletproof vests that were much more expensive than the heavy armor bulletproof vest he was wearing. They were launched by Stark Company just this year. Each piece cost more than 30,000 US dollars. They could perfectly block pistol bullets. Even when facing some small-caliber assault rifles, there was no way to break through them. They were top-level bulletproof vests.

This guy is really willing to spend money to let his minions wear such bulletproof vests.

Frank cursed in his heart.

What Frank didn't know was that these gunmen were not just ordinary minions.

They were all battle-hardened criminals, and more importantly, Fisk had invested a huge amount in them.

Therefore, how could they be allowed to die so easily?

Fisk has always required elite men from his subordinates; he doesn't want small fry.

This is also why he targets prisoners in heavy-duty prisons.

Seeing this, the vulture swooped down and grabbed Frank with its claws.

The steel claws cut through the air, making an even more piercing whistle, and the sharp claw tips shone with a blue sheen.

Frank rolled on the ground and avoided the vulture's attack.

But how could the vulture dodge so easily?

With a flap of its wings upwards, the vulture changed direction and grabbed towards Frank.

Frank frowned immediately and raised his gun to shoot.

Pistol bullets kept hitting the vulture's body.

But the vulture seemed to not care at all and ignored the bullets.

However, just as he was about to fly over Frank, Frank quickly threw a grenade.

The grenade exploded in the air, shrapnel flew everywhere, and the vulture quickly retracted its body to try to avoid it.

This gave Frank the opportunity to escape.

"Ah!"

“He’s also a lunatic.”

The vulture sneered in his heart, flew up again, circled in the air, looking for the next opportunity to attack.

Frank took advantage of this gap, quickly changed his position, and hid in the container next to him.

Then, he ran along the container towards the iron warehouse. The gunmen kept shooting. The bullets hammered into Frank's body, leaving dents on his heavy bulletproof vest. He was even shot in the neck several times.

However, because he had put on bulletproof armor in advance, Frank was not injured and was able to rush into the warehouse safely.

"Use armor-piercing bullets!"

Vulture commanded the guards to surround the warehouse, and he took out the radio to contact Ena Maynard: "He's a tough guy.

He has already escaped into the warehouse, release the potion and knock him out immediately."

"Several people?"

"Just one person."

"Alone?" Ena Maynard was a little surprised: "Do those idiots with guns also need coffee?"

"Who knows? It was Lester who trained them, not me." Vulture landed on the ground.

Ena Maynard glanced at the screens that were going black one after another, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She picked up the silver box under the table and took out various reagents from it: "How about you bring someone to play with him?"

The vulture was stunned: "What the hell! Those things in there are so expensive. If anything unexpected happens, the boss will definitely skin us alive!"

Ena Maynard said nonchalantly, "I need to prepare the potion, which will take about fifteen minutes. If you don't bring someone in, he will see everything inside, and if something in here is leaked out.

Do you think the boss will be even angrier? "

The vulture's face turned the color of liver.

Ena Maynard was right. If some of the information inside were leaked, the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Vulture immediately led his men into the warehouse. Before entering the warehouse, he said to all the guards, "Keep your eyes open. Don't break those expensive instruments. If they are broken, you will have to explain to the boss yourself."

The gunmen looked at each other and said they knew.

Frank rushed into the warehouse and leaned against a wooden box, breathing heavily.

He reached out and pulled out the bullet embedded in his body, and injected himself with adrenaline. These guys' shooting skills were more accurate than he imagined. He should not have been so arrogant.

Fortunately, he is not without a backup plan.

He took out his cell phone to inform Russell, but only then did he realize that the signal was blocked.

He frowned and looked up at the sky.

This is a metal warehouse, which is airtight, so it is very normal that there is no signal.

It seems that if I want to make a phone call, I have to find a place with signal.

Just then, footsteps were heard in the distance.

Frank's face turned grim. The footsteps came from all directions, not just one direction.

This meant that he had no way of running and retreating at the same time.