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

Although Washington at night is not as bright and colorful as New York, it is not bad either.

Especially when standing on the Ferris wheel, you can clearly see the illuminated Capitol Hill in the distance, as well as the night view of most of Washington.

Tomorrow, they will return to New York.

Both of them were holding a large bucket of French fries.

While looking at the night view outside.

While eating the French fries in his hand.

Fisk didn't dare to make too many moves.

Because it was already a very difficult thing to squeeze him into this small Ferris wheel cabin. Even though the movement was not large, the metal hook on top still made a terrible groaning sound while moving.

“Mr. Fisk, are you going home tomorrow?

Can we stay in Washington for one more day?"

"Yes! Your school bus has gone back. You will start school the day after tomorrow. Then it will be exam week. You will have to take various exams in these two weeks!" Fisco rubbed Gwen's head. "This exam is very important. If your average score is A, you can go to those good universities in the future. That will make your mother very happy! You have to go back and review well. You will have plenty of time to play in the future. You don't mind a day or two of leisure time."

"Okay, Mr. Fisk!" Gwen lowered her head, her fingertips constantly colliding: "Then... can I still travel with you next time?"

"Of course!" Fisk said firmly, without the slightest hesitation.

This seemed to give Gwen a shot in the arm.

She immediately laughed happily, "That's great, Mr. Fisk!"

Fisk also felt extremely relaxed.

But that lasted until the phone rang.

The call was answered.

Fisk's eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"you sure?"

"I am sure!"

"Call Lester and I'll be back tonight."

"Understood, boss."

"Besides…you know what to do."

"Except for me and Tina, they have been silenced."

"very good."

"Lester will take care of it. See you later."

In the small cabin, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Fisk hung up the phone, but his eyes were still locked.

How can this be?

All zombie viruses come to this world.

They will lose their activity immediately.

Why does this still happen?

This doesn't make any sense at all!

Could it be that there are some fish that slipped through the net?

"Mr. Fisk, what's wrong?" Gwen sensitively noticed that Fisk's mood had turned bad. She put down the fries and Coke in her hands and leaned towards Fisk.

Suddenly, he felt his body sinking. When he lowered his head again, he found that Gwen had already crawled into his arms without him noticing.

"Um......?"

Fisk looked down at Gwen.

"Mr. Fisk, are you unhappy?"

I don’t know what the little girl is thinking.

Her slender thighs began to gently rub against Fisk's calves, and her waist twisted in Fisk's arms from time to time. She pressed tightly against Fisk's chest, making Fisk very close to her hair. She raised her forehead and exhaled a fragrance similar to orchids from her mouth: "Mr. Fisk, please don't be unhappy, okay?"

"Gudong!"

Fisk couldn't help but swallow.

My heart started pounding.

Gwen was like an exquisite porcelain doll in Fisk's arms.

It's so small and cute that you can even hold it with one hand.

Fisk's heartbeat quickened uncontrollably, the thumping sound of his heartbeat reaching his ears clearly.

Along with Gwen's calves, it kept swinging.

Fisk didn't want Gwen to leave his arms.

Gwen didn't wear any perfume, but she had a light floral scent.

Even the air was filled with the intoxicating fragrance of her skin, which continuously rushed into Fisk's nostrils.

Fisk felt his scalp tingling, but it wasn't because of fear or nervousness.

Rather, excitement and thrill.

I even almost forgot the sadness I just felt.

"Mr. Fisk, are you feeling better now?"

The Ferris wheel was still turning slowly, and the horizon in the distance was rising little by little, and it had entered the last half circle. However, at this slow speed, it would be impossible to complete the journey in less than ten minutes.

Gwen raised her head like a kitten, her cheeks flushed like a ripe red apple. She pursed her lips gently, "Mr. Fisk, thank you for taking me out for a trip. Do you remember I said I would give you a reward?"

"Gwen!" Fisk stroked Gwen's soft and smooth hair, feeling the touch on his fingers. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't moved.

Besides, how could he not understand what Gwen meant to him.

But the time is not right yet.

At least, we have to wait until she goes to college.

"Mr. Fisk, I'm hungry!" Gwen blinked her big eyes and looked at Fisk pitifully. Her gaze was pure without any extra emotion.

Fisk felt a little dry in the mouth.

"What about the fries?" Fisk reached out and grabbed the fries on the seat opposite him, but Gwen waved her little hand to block it. Then she said to Fisk, still blinking her big watery glasses, "Mr. Fisk, I don't want to eat this."

"So what do you want to eat?

I'll treat you to dinner after we get off the Ferris wheel."

"I want to eat..." Gwen said as she slipped out of Fisk's arms like a loach, and then her knees softened and she knelt on the ground. Her cunning smile was like that of a little fox who had succeeded in her conspiracy.

Fisk hurried to stop him.

But it's too late.

"Hiss~"

Gwen's strength can tear tigers and leopards apart with her bare hands.

Even if you give her a set of steel plates, she can tear them apart for you.

This was simply not something the tight casual trousers on Fisk's legs could support.

"Mr. Fisk, I want to eat this!"

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Chapter 128: Zombie crisis in the Marvel world?

Wait until Fisk returns to New York.

It wasn't quite daylight yet.

The bright yet dim red sunlight breaks through the constraints of the horizon.

Shining through the laboratory window onto Fisk.

It looks solemn and dignified.

It is like a Buddha statue sitting in a pagoda.

Expressionless and serious.

The bodies on the ground have been cleared.

She was put into a steel drum and sealed with cement.

But Leicester didn't throw the ball around randomly.

Instead, prepare to throw it into the Resident Evil world next time you go there.

The lights in the laboratory were turned on.

But the professional biological lighting seems a little dim.

Biological laboratories like this one also have requirements for light. Some places must use extremely low brightness or gentler light, otherwise it will affect the activity of certain biological reagents.

However, Lester found some more searchlights.

The whole house is illuminated.

You can clearly see a zombie in the glass.

Fisk looked at the papers on the table.

This zombie is called Pico Noah.

He is American, but of Austrian descent.

Therefore, he can be considered an Austrian.

However, no matter where he is from, no matter who his parents are, no matter who gave birth to him, no matter whether he cheated on his girlfriend or not, and no matter whether he drove drunk and hit a passerby, he has become the first zombie in this world at this moment.