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

Louise got out of the car.

There is no longer any sunshine in the sky.

It is precisely because of this that even Louise, who has become an ancestor-level vampire, can walk on the ground.

Although Louise has never walked under the sun since she became a vampire, once the sun disappears, the world will become her playground again.

However, she is not here to attend any fashion cocktail party today.

She tilted her head and looked to the side, and saw something on the ground beside her.

A small hill was piled up.

A hill made of mines.

All these mines are anti-tank mines, and the detonators have been removed, making them safe and environmentally friendly.

But seeing so many mines piled together still makes me feel extremely shocked.

But Louise just glanced at it and looked away.

She looked into the distance at the former site of the Life Foundation which was burned out in a raging fire. The flames had been extinguished by the storm, but thick black smoke was still drifting into the sky.

Louise didn't show any expression and her face was very calm.

As if nothing had happened.

She stood there, not knowing what she was thinking.

Until a few minutes later.

Louise turned and left.

A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She looked like she had done nothing.

In fact, he had already sensed Fisk's scent.

She had now completely locked onto Fisk's scent.

Louise originally thought she would have to go find Fisk herself.

Now it seems that it is not necessary at all.

The Life Foundation has been reduced to ruins.

This means that she only needs to open the castle gate and Fisk will come to her.

Louise fumbled with her fingers and suddenly said to the man in front of her: "I'm going to hold a fashion cocktail party, you go and arrange it."

"Yes, ma'am!"

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The yacht slowly sailed towards the shore, and its graceful figure gradually became clear under the waves.

The sea breeze blew gently, making the flags on the yacht flutter.

Finally, the yacht docked.

But it’s no longer in France.

This is Belgium, an unknown small fishing port.

The buildings here are old and simple, as if the traces of time are deeply imprinted on every brick and stone.

The streets were narrow and empty, with moss growing between the cracks in the cobblestone roads. Only a few local residents were looking curiously at the sudden arrival of the yacht, their faces filled with confusion and surprise.

On the sea level in the distance, the afterglow of the morning sun cast a golden veil over the entire fishing port. The sea water in the fishing port is not calm, and countless dangers are hidden in the ups and downs of the waves. There are many reefs outside, like giant beasts lurking under the water, ferocious and cruel. Those reefs are unevenly distributed, making this sea area a restricted area for large cargo ships. Their huge bodies cannot flexibly shuttle in this waters full of obstacles, and they will hit the reefs and sink if they are not careful.

Only small ships like yachts can carefully avoid reefs with their flexible shape and smaller draft.

The yacht has just docked.

Dozens of black SUVs were approaching from a distance.

The wheels raised up clouds of dust and the roar of the engine broke the original tranquility of the fishing port.

The SUV's body is shiny black, reflecting dazzling light in the afterglow of the morning sun.

The convoy was driving in an orderly manner, like a long black dragon winding its way forward.

As the convoy approached, people could clearly hear the sound of tires rubbing against the ground and the low roar of exhaust pipes.

The vehicles stopped next to the yacht one by one, the doors opened one after another, and a group of people in black suits and sunglasses quickly got out of the cars.

They moved quickly, with serious expressions, and their neat footsteps made powerful sounds on the ground.

The leader looked around with sharp and alert eyes, then made a gesture to the people behind him, and everyone began to be on guard in an orderly manner.

And several men also boarded the yacht.

Braddock took the black box from the men.

Then, he placed it in front of Fisk: "This box contains the latest intelligence about the vampire family from MI13. These are all confidential secrets, and should be able to help you. I will use this thing in exchange for this document. This is my last resort."

"not enough!"

This time it was Fisk's turn to be greedy. He sneered and placed his finger on the box, tapping it vigorously: "I can get these documents from other channels. It will only take a little more time."

"But do you have time?" Braddock opened the box and took out a photo from it. The photo on it was of Mrs. Stacy. Fisk frowned. The intelligence capabilities of MI13 were really good. It took such a short time to find out why he came to Europe.

This suddenly gave Fisk an idea, that is, he must establish an intelligence organization like MI13 as soon as possible.

He knows very well how important accurate and timely intelligence is in this world full of conspiracies and crises. A strong intelligence network can not only enable him to seize the initiative in various complex situations, but also provide solid protection for his every action.

Fisk's eyes became firm and sharp. He looked at Braddock and said slowly, "You are right. I am indeed pressed for time. But the things in this box are still not enough. You have to increase the amount, Mr. Captain Britain."

Braddock's face was full of smiles. He had expected Fisk to say this, so he continued: "So what do you want, Mr. Fisk?"

Fisk's gaze lingered on his face for a moment. Although Fisk now knew that Mrs. Stacy was in the hands of the vampire family, he didn't know much about the vampire family.

Therefore, this information can indeed play a role. Besides, he really doesn't want to wait any longer. The longer Mrs. Stacy stays in the hands of the vampire family, the more danger she will face. After thinking for a while, he didn't keep it a secret any longer. "In addition to the information in this box, I also need MI13 to provide me with real-time information until I rescue the people.

Don't worry, this document is of no use to me. As soon as I rescue the people, I will leave Europe and return to the United States.

When I go back, we will keep to ourselves and have nothing to do, and I won't go to Europe.

And I don’t want to have another enemy, do I?”

Braddock pondered for a moment, nodded, and suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Your additional condition is not excessive, but you have to agree to one of my additional conditions."

"What conditions?"

"Kill all those vampires, leave no one alive.

I can also provide you with some additional support!

Including weapons, ammunition and manpower!"

“Ahahahaha!” Fisk laughed. “Mr. Braddock, you are trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife! If I remember correctly, the Italian government controlled by the vampire family also has a ticket to the European Security Council.”

"It's just a matter of getting what we need!" Braddock finally showed a different smile on his face, "The French vote alone is not enough."

Chapter 144 Save yourself!

"Can you do it?"

Monica was a little nervous.

Although, there is no better way at the moment.

But looking at the blade made of broken stone, Monica still felt a little uneasy.

"You're not a human, are you?" Mrs. Stacy struggled to climb up the chain and climbed onto Monica's body like a big monkey.

Monica pursed her lips, endured the pain in her body, and said with a grin: "Physiologically speaking, I am still a person, but you don't have to treat me as a person!"

"Will you get infected?"

"Infect?"

"Infection of the wound."

"In theory, not."

"I can rest assured that."

Mrs. Stacy wrapped her thighs around Monica's waist, and her entire weight was pressed on Monica's body. Monica felt the weight increase, and the iron chains passing through her body came into closer contact with her flesh and blood. The boiling white smoke ignited again, and the expression on Monica's face became even uglier, but she still pretended not to be in great pain and said, "What are you worried about?"

Mrs. Stacy did not say anything else. She just used the blade she had just made to start cutting Monica's body bit by bit. The stone blade looked unremarkable, but it was extremely sharp. The edge of the blade could cut through the flesh with just a slight scratch.

Monica was shaking with pain.

As a vampire, her original perception of her own body has actually been weakened to one tenth.

But for some reason, ever since she drank Fisk's blood, her whole body's perception has been slowly recovering.

Therefore, at this moment, she could clearly feel that the blade was cutting her body bit by bit.

"Squeak~"

Monica's teeth trembled as they touched each other.

Mrs. Stacy looked calm, without any nervousness.

Even though, what she held in her hand was not a scalpel.

However, this did not affect her performance.

The top surgical capabilities are on full display at this moment.

Soon, she cut off the flesh around the chain.

And finally, she saw the iron hook that was deeply embedded in the bone. Holding the iron hook in her hand, Mrs. Stacy pushed the iron hook back out of the bone little by little.

The expression on Monica's face did not become more ferocious. This was because Mrs. Stacy had directly cut off all the nerves in her bone, which made it impossible for her to control the bone and feel any pain.

But she could still feel the creepy vibrations resonating throughout her bones. It was a very strange feeling, and Monica understood that all this was happening to her body.

However, because she couldn't feel any pain, Monica felt very unfamiliar, as if she was just a bystander.

"Click!"

The hook came off.