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

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Fisk's phone was connected.

A man's voice came from the other side.

Fisk took out his cell phone and handed the invitation to the man in front of him.

"It's me!" Erica sat at the side of the long table.

There was a man sitting in front of her.

Handed him the phone.

The latter answered the phone without any hesitation.

"Mr. Fister."

“Well, Mr. Cyprus.

Do you like the gift I gave you?" Fisk smiled at the waiter in a tuxedo in front of him.

The waiter looked at Fisk with some doubt.

He keenly sensed that there was something wrong with this man.

He wanted to ask some questions, but when he saw Fisk was on the phone, he didn't ask. Instead, he took out his radio and started calling the number on the invitation letter.

Cyprus glanced at Erica.

He reached out and picked up the gun on the table.

A smile suddenly appeared on his originally indifferent face: "Of course, I like it very much."

"As long as you like it." Fisk looked at the attendant puzzledly and asked, "What's the problem?"

"Sorry, sir, I need to verify it." The servant smiled awkwardly, but still did not want to let Fisk in, but continued to say so.

Fisk nodded, and Cyprus heard the voice and said, "Mr. Fisk, where are you?"

"I'm going on a date, a date with death."

"Hmm!" Cyprus understood immediately, and said with a smile: "Then I wish you a good time."

"Have fun then, Mr. Cyprus... or rather Mr. Pope."

"Thank you!"

"Don't be so polite, we are friends, right?"

"of course."

The call was hung up.

Erica took the phone, turned and walked into the darkness as if she had never appeared.

There was only blood on the ground flowing down along the corpse.

Fisk also lowered his head and looked at the waiter in front of him.

"I'm sorry, sir, your invitation does not seem to be..." The waiter had only said half of his words when he was lifted up from the ground.

Fisk held him up to his eyes, hung up the phone, and finally stuffed the invitation into his open mouth.

"Then I'll go in, thank you!"

As he spoke, Fisk broke his neck and threw the body aside.

The movement here immediately attracted the attention of security guards in the distance.

Security guards one after another quickly ran towards this side.

The sound of a security alarm also sounded on the radio at the same time.

Fisk walked forward expressionlessly.

at the same time.

A large number of gunmen also emerged from the darkness.

But the gunmen, who were wearing camouflage uniforms and had painted faces, had just taken a few steps forward when gunshots were heard from behind them. At the same time, there were also explosions.

The tank and armored vehicle exploded.

All MI13 agents were executed from behind.

There was a burst of gunfire.

Fisk continued to move forward as if he didn't feel anything.

Soon, an SUV drove up from behind. Crowe smiled and got half of his body out of the window. He raised the cigar in his mouth high and shouted to Fisk: "Hey, man! You seem to have gotten stronger."

Fisk raised his middle finger, grabbed the handle of the SUV, and jumped onto the roof. He reached out to take Crow's cigar, "Hey, the party is about to begin, man!"

Military Intelligence Department?

Captain Britain?

promise?

transaction?

It's all bullshit!

Fisk only believed in himself.

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The Vatican at night is free from the hustle and bustle of tourists during the day.

It seemed particularly solemn and serious, and finally had the atmosphere that the Vatican should have.

The ancient building exudes a mysterious and solemn atmosphere under the moonlight.

The lighting in the magnificent conference hall is soft and warm.

The bishops, dressed in gorgeous robes, took their seats one by one.

Their faces were serious, and although they did not make any sound or say any words, the atmosphere was still strangely depressing.

The conference hall has a towering dome decorated with exquisite murals and religious patterns, as if telling the long history and sacred mission of the church.

Unfortunately, time waits for no one and everything is now a thing of the past.

The flickering candlelight on the wall illuminated the figures of the bishops, making the whole scene more solemn.

At the head of the table was the Pope.

He had a kind face and his eyes were firm and gentle.

But the way everyone looked at him did not show any respect.

Some bishops could not help but talk in low voices.

The deep voice continued to echo in the spacious conference hall.

The Pope bowed his head.

"I agreed."

"why?"

The Pope had just finished speaking.

Voices of doubt were heard.

And this voice also represents the position of the vast majority of cardinals.

"No reason, this is my decision." The Pope's voice was still very gentle, but his tone was full of unquestionableness.

As soon as these words came out, the noise in the room immediately quieted down.

At the same time, eight knights in armor appeared in the shadows at the back of the room. They stood behind the red silk cloth, looking at everything in front of them with expressionless faces.

This is also the reason why most of the cardinals remain silent.

But some people still made mocking sounds.

"Ah?"

"Cyprus, do you have anything to say?" The Pope turned his head.

Cyprus gently picked up the glass of water in front of him.

After taking a sip, he shook his head and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I have nothing to say to you!

Because I never talk to the dead."

"What did you say?"

Cyprus stood up.

The eight knights also came out from behind the scenes.

There was golden light all over their bodies, as if they were paladins walking out of heaven.

Cyprus looked at them and sneered.

He walked up to the Pope, lowered his head and looked at the old antique who was occupying the seat in front of him and refused to move: "You chose to become a puppet, right?"

"Cyprus, do you know what you are saying?" With the support of the Paladin, the Pope did not show any fear even when facing Cyprus, who was younger and stronger than himself.

Or maybe he doesn't know what fear is at all, and still looks calm and composed, as if God loves the world.

"Of course I know." Cyprus sneered. He took a step back and stood behind another cardinal beside him. He grabbed his shoulder with his hand and said, "You accepted the advice of MI13, accepted the reconciliation, and agreed to the reconciliation with the vampire."

"That's not a suggestion." The Pope put his hands together and looked at all the cardinals. "That's my decision."

"Indeed, everyone can make their own decisions, including you and me!" Cyprus smiled and said, "I respect your decision."

"But I also have my own decisions."

Cyprus suddenly raised his hand, and two black gun muzzles appeared in his wide red robe, allowing the paladins to rush forward quickly.

But as the trigger was pulled, bullets swarmed out.

Bullet after bullet, like meteors, continuously crashed into the bodies of the Pope and the Paladin.