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

The mixture of strong blood and mysterious atmosphere made Fisk's heart beat faster involuntarily.

Louise was in Fisk's arms, unconsciously feeling a surge of complex emotions.

On the one hand, she felt angry and ashamed of Fisk's behavior. After all, she had never thought that she would be hugged so tightly by a man in such a situation. More importantly, this guy was the murderer of her son.

Louise wanted to cut the damn bastard Fisk into pieces, suck all his blood, remove his bones and skin, make a specimen of him, and lock his soul in his flesh and blood for eternity, torturing him.

She wanted to make Fisk feel the ultimate despair.

His women, relatives, and friends will all be tortured to death in front of him, one after another.

She had been completely blinded by hatred and had completely lost her mind.

But on the other hand, she felt a strange feeling she had never experienced before.

It was an extremely complex and elusive interweaving of emotions.

Fear was like a cold poisonous snake, crawling in her heart.

She was afraid of losing the Scarlet Grail, afraid that all her years of hard work would go to waste, and even more afraid that her son Norma would never return. This fear deeply hurt her heart.

However, amidst the interweaving of fear and anger, a trace of indescribable emotion quietly grew up. This was a subtle emotion she had never experienced before, which made her feel extremely confused and lost.

It was the strange touch of Fisk's strong embrace, the unique scent emanating from him, the rapid breathing and hot body temperature when he approached.

This feeling caused ripples in her heart, and although she tried her best to resist, she could not ignore its existence.

This feeling is like a ray of light in the darkness, appearing at an inopportune time, but cannot be easily erased.

Entangled with fear and anger, Louise's heart fell into extreme chaos.

Louise didn't understand why she felt this way, she should have only hatred and anger towards Fisk.

But in fact it is not the case.

Louise tried to break free from Fisk's arms, but her body was unable to move.

She was struggling internally, wanting to maintain her dignity and pride on the one hand, and then implementing her plan to cut Fisk into pieces.

On the other hand, the intimate contact that she had never experienced before caused a subtle change deep in her heart.

She bit her lip, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion and struggle.

She didn't know why she had such a strange feeling at this moment, she just knew that she had to get out of the predicament.

The flaming axe was getting closer and closer to the Holy Grail. The scorching flames seemed to ignite the surrounding air, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

Until it hit the Holy Grail hard.

A rich blood-red light bloomed on the Holy Grail, just like bright red roses. The blood-red light instantly illuminated the entire space, making everything seem even more bizarre and terrifying.

"Boom!"

A dull sound rang out, like the tolling of a death knell.

However, surprisingly, the Scarlet Holy Grail was not damaged. It still exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, as if mocking Fisk's futile efforts.

However, Fisk did not give up and the axe soon struck a second time.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's quite hard." Fisk's voice sounded in Louise's ears, with a hint of provocation and disdain.

When Louise heard Fisk's words, she became even more angry. She glared at Fisk, wishing she could tear him to pieces.

However, she could only helplessly be held tightly by him, unable to offer any substantial resistance.

"Boom!"

Chapter 149: Teasing the Enemy's Mother

Boom! "

The flaming axe, wrapped in the element of wind, struck the scarlet holy grail heavily for the second time.

If it was the first time, Louise was just a little scared and afraid.

At this moment, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand, and pain and despair surged like a tide, almost drowning her completely.

Louise's eyes opened wide, her pupils filled with disbelief and deep fear.

She watched the scarlet holy grail, which was originally intact, and the scarlet mist surrounding the holy grail was quickly evaporated by the flames.

The chainsaw axe struck the scarlet chalice for the first time.

After the second heavy blow, a tiny crack appeared on the surface of the cup. The crack was like a climbing centipede, slowly spreading on the Holy Grail, as if foreshadowing the impending destruction.

Her body began to tremble involuntarily, and a low whimper came from her throat. "No, no, I can't do this!" She murmured to herself, her voice full of helplessness and pleading.

She struggled even harder.

But, it still didn't have any effect.

Fisk's power is simply not something Louise can match.

A cruel smile appeared on Fisk's face, and his eyes flashed with mockery and enjoyment.

His hands still held Louise tightly.

"Are you regretting it?

Do you feel despair?

This is normal.

After all, that's what I want to see." Fisk felt Louise's soft body in his arms, with a cruel smile on his face.

Louise trembled violently in Fisk's arms, her eyes filled with anger and fear, staring at Fisk's distorted face.

However, Fisk didn't pay any attention to her gaze, but smiled even more proudly.

"Mrs. Louise, what do you think this broken cup is for?

Look at it now, it's just like this under my axe.

Is this your trump card to provoke me?

Did you feel proud before? "

Fisk's voice was low and cold, like a demon from hell. Every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Louise's heart.

Louise bit her lip and said heartbreakingly: "You damn bastard, I will definitely kill you! I will tear you into pieces."

Although, the words coming out of her mouth were still sharp.

But her voice was clearly filled with powerlessness and despair.

Fisk laughed: "Do you think you still have a chance to turn the tables?

Want to kill me.

You really dare to think that, just you?"

Fisk suddenly felt a strange emotion.

Norma's mother.

Tsk tsk tsk, it ends like this, isn’t it too fast!

He suddenly wanted to have some fun with this original vampire.

This guy actually dared to kidnap Mrs. Stacy. He is really asking for his own death.

There were tears welling up in Louise's eyes. Her anger and fear were intertwined, and her body was shaking even more violently due to the extreme emotional fluctuations.

Fisk leaned close to Louise and whispered in her ear, "Dear Mrs. Louise, the plan you have concocted seems to me like an elementary school student's daydream."

His breath was hot on Louise's neck, but it gave her a chill.

Louise gnashed her teeth. The emotions that had disappeared long ago now filled her body again. She cried out in a sobbing voice, "I will never let you go, even if I die. I will climb out of hell to find you."

Fisk sneered, held Louise even tighter with his hands, and began to tease her vigorously: "Tsk tsk, hell? Then you better ask him hello for me!" Fisk's eyes were filled with disdain and greed.

The axe struck the Holy Grail once again.

Louise watched in despair as the cracks on the Scarlet Holy Grail continued to spread, and the hope in her heart was shattered bit by bit.

Fisk, however, enjoyed her pain with an intoxicated look on his face, as if it was his most proud masterpiece.

"Mrs. Louise, do you want to know how Norma died?" Fisk suddenly said maliciously.

Louise's eyes widened and her voice trembled: "Damn bastard, you..."

Fisk suddenly seemed to realize something and said in a strange tone: "You are not going to use this cup to revive your son?"

"Well!"

"It's true!" Fisk's face showed an even more striking expression.

Tears welled up in Louise's eyes and she was struggling in pain.

The strength and hope she had always believed in.

At this moment, everything seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Fisk continued, "You once thought you were superior and invincible because of your status as the original vampire.

But now?

Not only was your son killed by me.

Now, I will crush your last chance to revive him!

And you can only be held in my arms, like a helpless little bird, with no way to escape from the cage forever."

His words were like the venom of a poisonous snake, eroding Louise's psychological defenses bit by bit.

Louise's body was shaking even more violently.

She began to doubt whether what she was doing was right.

I began to regret why I had provoked Fisk like this.

Wouldn’t it be better to resurrect Norma first?

Fisk sensed her hesitation and said even more unscrupulously: "Mrs. Louise, all your efforts are in vain."

Louise's eyes became broken, somewhat unable to accept it: "No, no, this is not true..." But her voice became smaller and smaller, and her inner belief began to collapse.