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

Seeing the vulture's head bleeding, Ena Maynard stuck out her tongue and smiled awkwardly: "I didn't inform you because I didn't want him to be suspicious." As she spoke, she took out a test tube and inserted it into the vulture's arm.

Soon, the vulture woke up.

The anesthetic effect hasn't worn off yet.

He was a little dazed. The gas mask on his face was pressing on the wound on his head, causing him severe pain.

He tried to take it down, but was quickly stopped by a hand.

After seeing that it was Ena Maynard, he gradually regained consciousness.

He looked at the ruined warehouse around him and immediately cursed, "Damn it!

I will complain to my boss about you and have him deduct your salary."

Of course, the vulture knew what this woman feared most.

Ena Maynard had an awkward smile on her face. When she heard this, she immediately took out another syringe and put it against Vulture's arm like an anxious rabbit. The syringe contained a red reagent. Just by looking at the color, Vulture knew with his toes that this could not be a good thing: "If you dare to tell your boss and he deducts my salary, do you believe I will make you unable to get an erection for the rest of your life?"

The vulture immediately backed down.

He knew that Erna Maynard could do it.

He immediately gritted his teeth, covered his forehead, stood up, and kicked Frank hard. The unconscious Frank was kicked away, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, but he was unconscious and still lay on the ground like a dead pig. Vulture sneered: "Give him an injection to wake him up. I want him to experience what free fall is like."

Just then, the sound of police car siren was heard in the distance.

Moreover, the noise was chaotic, not like that of a simple patrol police car.

The vulture flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

Standing on the roof and looking out, I saw that the outside of the warehouse was already filled with police cars.

However, the gunman was confronting them, so the police did not dare to come in for the time being.

Especially when facing the guns and cannons in the hands of the gunmen.

This is private territory.

New York supports the fortress bill.

The San Fisk Group has plenty of lawyers who can sue the police department!

Besides, who in the police station nearby doesn’t know whose territory this is?

The newly crowned emperor of New York's underground was never one to be trifled with.

Besides, they get paid a lot.

Official orders cannot be disobeyed.

But you should at least understand the ways of the world!

Ena Maynard also returned to the monitoring room.

Looking at the police cars gathered outside.

I immediately understood who had provoked Frank.

At this time, these police stations can be mobilized for unified action.

Who else could it be but the acting mayor Russell?

However, they probably never imagined it in their dreams.

There is no contraband here.

Oh no, there are still some, like the bombs Frank just brought.

When Lester arrived at the scene.

The police have taken control of the entire warehouse.

Ena Maynard with the disarmed gunman beside her for questioning.

They had no intention of resisting the law violently.

After all, they did not break the law. All the equipment and instruments here, including construction permits, have formal legal procedures.

As for the dense gunfire... come on, this is not the city center, this is private territory, who cares?

As for Frank… hehe!

Ena Maynard looked inconspicuously toward the sea.

If nothing unexpected happens, this intruder will float to the beach on the Manhattan Peninsula in a few days.

Of course, if something unexpected happened, he would drift into the depths of the ocean.

Along with all those bombs he brought!

I sincerely pray that no poor fish will eat it by mistake.

Chapter 127 Mr. Fisk!

"What happened? Why are you so embarrassed?"

Lester sent the police away and asked the vulture, "What's going on?

How many people came?" Vulture pursed his lips and seemed to be in a good mood. However, he was a little embarrassed when he heard Lester's question. But after hesitating for a while, he still said truthfully: "One person!"

"one person?"

"One person made you so embarrassed, where is the person?"

"I threw him into the sea, 350 meters!" Vulture said nonchalantly, "Headfirst down 300 meters, there's no difference between falling on the sea and falling on concrete, he's dead!"

"Oh, that's fine." Lester nodded, "The boss will be back tomorrow. I have to call him to report this matter. Is there any loss?"

"No!" Ena Maynard almost answered quickly: "Apart from some mechanical damage, there is no loss."

Lester squinted his eyes and glanced at her, then looked at the vulture, who smiled awkwardly: "Indeed, it's just some mechanical damage."

"That's good!" Lester breathed a sigh of relief. "This is the best. The things here are very important to the boss... I think you haven't been there yet, right?"

"What have you been to?" Ena Maynard asked in confusion, "What happened when I was not in the United States?"

"You'll know later. If you ask me now, I won't say anything more." Lester didn't want to talk about this matter anymore. He then raised his watch and checked the time: "I have to go back to Hell's Kitchen. The project there is also going on at the same time."

"Who will be responsible for security over there when you are not here?" Ena Maynard asked when she suddenly became confused.

"Melanie!" Lester said lightly, "In fact, if she hadn't come back, I wouldn't dare to come here."

"Where did she go?" Ena Maynard asked in confusion, "Why haven't I seen her recently?

I thought she had resigned."

"You can ask her when you see her." Seeing Ena Maynard gossiping again, Lester rolled his eyes and said, "Let's go!"

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The helicopter glided quickly across the sea.

The whistling wind caused countless ripples on the sea surface.

The sound of the propeller rotating can be heard clearly over the open sea even at a distance of several thousand meters.

Russell reached out and held the handrail of the helicopter, his eyes constantly scanning the sea below. On the locator beside him, a red light spot was flashing continuously. They had been searching in this sea area for a long time, but still hadn't found what they were looking for.

The sun in the sky showed no sign of breaking through the horizon.

Russell gave up.

He had already received a call from Ross.

His short term as mayor is coming to an end, and he will be transferred to a remote place in Africa to live his life as an ambassador.

Democratic Republic of the Congo.

What is that place?

Russell certainly knew that it was a country.

But at the same time, we also know that that place is one of the poorest areas on the entire planet.

For the popular profession of American ambassador.

Going to that kind of place is not gilding the lily.

In a sense, it is the same as being sentenced to political death.

Just like European officials are very afraid of being transferred to the EU.

Once they are separated from the political soil, they will soon die of thirst and be dried into dried fish.

Made into specimens.

Although, in a sense, I am still alive, but it is no different from being dead.

Russell's heart was filled with resentment.

He was a little bit unbelieving.

This was an opponent that he had not taken seriously at first.

In the end, I didn't even know what moves my opponent had made, and I had already lost.

A complete defeat.

No matter it is an open conspiracy or a conspiracy.

No matter whether it is overt or covert.

Russell lost.

He was very desperate.

Originally he placed all his hopes on Frank.

To this end, he used up his last political capital.

The gangsters who killed Frank's wife and daughter were handed over.

Got help from Frank.

However, Frank, whom he had high hopes for, eventually turned into a red dot on the locator and a corpse that was nowhere to be found in the vast ocean.