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

Louise couldn't go to the United States in person, so she sent someone to investigate. Eventually, they discovered the relationship between Louise and Mrs. Stacy, and so they designed this scheme.

Louise wants to torture Fisk bit by bit.

It's not just physical torture, but also mental torture.

Therefore, she did not kill Mrs. Stacy and Monica immediately, but let them die in front of Fisk at the critical moment!

However, the anger in her heart would still make her collapse at times.

Originally, it was only Monica who tortured her.

Now, there is finally another Mrs. Stacy.

He raised his leg, and his toes, as white as mutton-fat jade, pressed heavily on Mrs. Stacy's lower abdomen, causing her to be kicked out and slide on the ground for seven or eight meters before stopping.

Mrs. Stacy's body was covered with scratches, and blood was flowing uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth. Her rapid breathing did not relieve the pain in her body.

Louise pulled a whip from the wall behind her, and a man came in and carefully sprinkled some transparent-looking liquid on the whip.

Then he walked out respectfully.

Monica showed an expression of fear on her face, because this transparent liquid was none other than holy water from the church.

"Snapped!"

The whip hit her directly in the face.

Monica screamed immediately, and white smoke began to emerge from the wound on her face. The miserable howling sound continued.

Her whole body began to tremble violently as if she had been electrocuted, and her skin and muscles began to burn with white smoke when they touched the silver-coated iron chain.

Mrs. Stacy curled up and got up from the ground.

But the next second, the whip covered with Monica's blood hit her. Mrs. Stacy was just an ordinary person, so she was knocked down without any surprise.

"You two bitches, give my child back to me."

Because of her physical condition, Louise could not reproduce as much as other vampire brides. She only gave birth to Norma, a child in her life. Although Norma was very disappointing, she was still her child. What kind of mother in the world would not care about her own child?

The same is true for vampires.

The beating lasted for more than ten minutes.

She has great strength, and the long whip in her hand is enough to split mountains and rocks.

But fortunately, she did not want to kill Mrs. Stacy, so most of the whip fell on Monica alone, which made Monica, who felt guilty, feel a little better.

After venting for more than ten minutes, Louise felt a little annoyed, threw the whip away and walked out of the room.

Monica was hanging in the air quietly by the iron chain as if she was dead, and thick blood flowed down from her wounds. Mrs. Stacy struggled to sit up, her body was covered with wounds, and she looked extremely pitiful, but these were only superficial injuries, and there was nothing fatal.

"Ugh!" Mrs. Stacy didn't cry. She looked at Monica hanging in the air and asked hoarsely, "Are you okay?"

Monica suddenly trembled, and then began to breathe heavily, as if she was a drowning person who had just been rescued.

The wheezing sound is like a bellows.

Then she burst into laughter, and the wounds on her body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The reason why Monica was tortured but not beaten to death was all because of Fisk's blood. Fisk's blood was full of vitality, and this powerful vitality was the basis for her to survive until now.

She was glad she had a good drink before leaving New York.

Otherwise, even if Louise didn't think of killing her now, she would have died long ago.

She lowered her head and looked at Mrs. Stacy on the ground, and said in an apologetic tone: "I'm sorry, I hurt you, are you okay?"

Mrs. Stacy shook her head and said very firmly: "She won't die for the time being... What is she going to do?"

"She wants to attack Fisk." Monica had no intention of hiding anything from this cellmate who was now trapped with her.

"Why?" Mrs. Stacy's voice suddenly became high-pitched. Just like Fisk, in her heart, Fisk had already become her real husband, but she was unwilling to cross her last hurdle and face the husband in prison.

However, this does not mean that she has second thoughts about Fisk.

From the moment she asked Fisk to take care of Gwen, from the moment she took out the recording, Mrs. Stacy had made her decision and choice.

Therefore, when Mrs. Stacy knew that someone wanted to take action against Fisk at this moment, she immediately became excited.

"Because Fisk killed her son..."

Monica's face was full of bitterness, she had seen Louise before, but had never felt any blood power in Louise, so she thought Louise was just an ordinary vampire bride. She didn't expect that Louise was actually an ancestor-level vampire!

If she had known this would happen, she would never have returned to Europe even if she was beaten to death.

"She used you as a bargaining chip to force Fisk to come here... What are you going to do?" Monica suddenly looked at Mrs. Stacy in confusion, watching her groping on the stone bricks.

"I want to escape, do you want to come with me?"

Monica was about to pour cold water on her, but looking at her resolute face, she pursed her lips and suddenly laughed: "Haha, of course!"

(Originally there were 2,000 words left, but I won’t say more.)

Chapter 133 A Chance Encounter with Tony

(If you feel a sense of disconnection, it’s because I couldn’t finish the last chapter with 2000 words. I’ll make up for it in the next extra!)

When Fisk walked out of the room.

His clothes were torn to shreds.

The hard muscles were covered with scratches, bite marks, and dense lipstick.

The wound is healing rapidly, and this minor injury is nothing to Fisk.

He closed the door and let the women in the room have a good rest.

However, he had just taken a step forward when he saw two other women.

Melanie stood against the wall, her body trembling constantly as if she had been electrocuted. Bead-sized drops of sweat flowed down her golden hair and snow-white cheeks, drop by drop. She closed her eyes tightly, her arms hanging down, her tight combat pants pushed to her calves, her purple lace panties were soaked, and even the tights seemed to be soaked by water.

Tick-tick.

The sword, which was over two meters long, was leaning against the wall nearby.

Melanie held Tang Jing's head tightly with both arms and pressed it against her lower abdomen. The mask that Tang Jing had been wearing on his face was pulled to the tip of his nose, and the misplaced mask covered his eyes, but this did not affect her work at all.

“Puff! Puff!”

The strange sound reached Fisk's ears, and he looked at the two women who were eavesdropping in silence.

Eavesdropping is an immoral behavior.

Melanie was so absorbed in it that her ears kept twitching.

It was as if capturing the sound coming from deep within the walls.

Even though she hadn't heard any sound for a long time, she still didn't want to wake up.

Until she felt the fiery gaze from Fisklan.

Melanie suddenly opened her eyes.

She immediately saw the naked Fisk.

Her cheeks, which were already covered with sweat, turned red like a ripe apple. Melanie wanted to push Tang Jing's head, but Tang Jing was like a vacuum suction cup and couldn't be pulled down no matter how hard she tried.

Melanie became increasingly anxious.

Her body trembled even more violently, and her face was filled with shyness and embarrassment.

Especially under Fisk's fiery gaze, she felt so ashamed that she couldn't face anyone anymore. The jade pendant on her chest burst out with a dazzling red light, and the heat flowing all over Melanie's body seemed to have turned into a surging river.

"puff!"

Melanie finally pulled Tang Jing's head off.

She held Tang Jing's hand, dragged the sword, and ran away, disappearing around the corner in the distance without looking back.

He didn't even have his pants on.

Fisk licked his dry lips.

Turned and walked into the room.

It's still early, isn't it?

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"Strange, why is there a traffic jam today?" Audi cars were stuck on the elevated road. The wide expressway was jammed at this moment. Tony Stark yawned and looked sleepy. Today was his day to go to the Middle East. This was his third trip to the Middle East this year.

There is no way. Stark Group recently reached an agreement with the US Department of Defense on weapons research and development, requiring it to develop a powerful strategic missile specifically for dealing with rats hiding in buildings or underground.

The American soldiers stationed there were annoyed by these damn rats. They hid in caves, underground, and dark corners, relying on mines, bullets, and rocket launchers to continuously consume the expensive American soldiers.

The Ministry of National Defense is under great pressure.

They don't really care how many soldiers died, they only care about how much pension to give.

After all, there's no way that pensions can make them a ton of money.

That's why there is such an arms contract.

Tony Stark didn't take this contract very seriously.

But he always had to find something to do.

Under his personal promotion, the Jerick missile was developed.

This is an extremely powerful cluster missile.

Of course, the power of all weapons can only be judged after they are used on the battlefield, and experiments in the shooting range cannot be used to illustrate the problem. Therefore, even Tony Stark needs to go to the Middle East many times for testing and modification. Only real killing effect data can prove everything.

"Hasn't arrived yet?" He yawned and took out a bottle of Coke from the car refrigerator.

Finally waking up, he finally noticed the traffic jam in front of him and asked Happy with some confusion: "It seems that I have to write a letter to the municipal department in New York."

"You'd better write quickly," Happy Hogan said jokingly, "because the traffic jam will soon be over." As he spoke, he stepped hard on the accelerator.

The convoy in front finally moved.

The car drove off the highway.

Tony Stark certainly doesn't have to go to a public parking lot.

He has his own private jet.