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

But Louise's strength is there.

To some extent, the combat capability of the Original Vampire is enough to fight against the British captain in a duel.

"Why, aren't you willing to give up?"

Mrs. Stacy's tone was unusually deep.

Fisk waved to Louise from a distance.

"Go back to New York with Mrs. Stacy."

Louise was stunned, and a little bit unbelievable.

Fisco actually trusted me alone?

Fifisk grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up to his eyes. "Have I ever taught you how to look?"

"I'm sorry...Master!" Louise's body couldn't help but tremble again.

"Ha!" Fisk threw her to the ground with force.

Louise fell heavily to the ground. The pain and humiliation made tears well up in her eyes, but more importantly, she was struggling inside.

Her self-esteem was screaming. She wanted to resist this inhuman treatment, to give up on herself, to throw the jar into the ground...

However, fear was like a shackle that bound her tightly.

She was well aware of Fisk's cruelty and ruthlessness. Resistance might bring even more cruel punishment. More importantly, her son might never come back.

Without the Scarlet Grail, Fisk naturally became his only hope.

Louise's heart was torn in pain.

In the end, the desire to resurrect his son overcame everything.

Louise endured the pain in her body and humbly crawled to Fisk's feet. She lowered her head and kissed the upper of his shoes. She said in a trembling but extremely obedient voice: "Master, I will never dare to do it again. Please forgive me for my mistake this time."

Her tears dripped onto the ground, mixed with humiliation and helplessness. But at this moment, she no longer cared about so much, she just hoped to calm Fisk's anger.

Looking at Louise lying on the ground like a bitch.

Fisk nodded with great satisfaction.

“Mrs. Stacy’s orders are my orders.

If you dare to disrespect her orders, don’t blame me…” Fisk hadn’t finished speaking yet. Louise couldn’t wait to act.

She quickly crawled to Mrs. Stacy's feet, completely disregarding her image, with a face full of flattery and fear. Before anyone could react, Louise humbly lowered her head and kissed Mrs. Stacy's feet.

Her movements were very cautious, as if she was treating the most precious treasure in the world, and her eyes were filled with absolute respect.

Louise knew that her fate was completely in their hands, and at this moment she just wanted to show her loyalty and obedience through this extreme way.

"So good!"

Mrs. Stacy raised her foot, rubbed Louise's cheek, and kissed Fisk deeply again.

The plane took off into the sky.

It cut through the air, leaving behind a striking white airflow.

The sound of the harsh air flow was deafening.

Fisk watched the plane disappear into the distant horizon.

Then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Let's go!" Klaue patted Fisk's shoulder, "I'll take you to see the largest arms trading market in Europe. But before that, I have to take you to see something."

"what."

"You'll know when you get there. Believe me, it will definitely open your eyes."

In Spain, Fisker had an eye-opening experience.

Klaue owns a huge warehouse filled with various advanced and deadly weapons.

From light pistols to heavy artillery, from conventional ammunition to high-tech missiles, we have it all.

His men were spread all over the place, and through secret channels and complex networks, they continuously transported these arms to the war-torn areas in Africa, making huge profits from them.

However, Klaue did not take him to the arms depot.

Instead, he was taken to a farming museum in Madrid.

As you enter the museum, an old atmosphere hits you in the face.

Sunlight shines through the stained glass windows, onto the antique farm tools on display.

Claude took him to a special display area with familiarity, where there was a seemingly ordinary hoe, the surface of which was covered with rust.

Claude took him to a special display area with familiarity, where there was a seemingly ordinary hoe, the surface of which was covered with rust.

Crowe looked at the hoe and began to introduce it: "This is not an ordinary hoe, it comes from Africa and carries a unique history.

In days gone by it was one of the chief tools of the niggers' labour.

The manufacturing process of this hoe has a very long history.

Blacksmiths will first use a forge to heat the iron until it is red hot, paying attention to temperature control. Charcoal is usually used because coal can easily melt the iron, and the sulfur and phosphorus in it will also affect the performance of the steel.

Then the red-hot iron block is placed on the anvil and continuously hammered to widen and lengthen it, forming a five-millimeter-thick rectangular iron plate, which has the prototype of a hoe. After rough processing and polishing, it finally becomes this shape.

This hoe is extremely popular throughout black Africa and is an indispensable tool for the Bantu blacks during their great migration.

However, if you just think of it as an ordinary hoe, you will be disappointed." He stretched out his hand to the security guard in the distance, who immediately came over and opened the glass door.

Crow placed the hoe in Fisk's hand.

"I know you have a strong grip, try to squash the hoe."

Fisk looked at him with a weird smile on his face, "Come on, don't try to make fun of me. I'm not sure I can crush a hoe made of vibranium." But as he spoke, Fisk stretched out his finger and lightly flicked the hoe.

"Buzz~"

The next second, the place where the finger hit began to tremble violently, and the rust embedded in the hoe immediately fell off the hoe, revealing the silver-white hoe underneath without any stains or extra marks.

Except for some engraved patterns on the hoe, it is almost brand new.

There was excitement in Klaue's eyes. He pointed at the hoe and said, "Look at this, it's made of vibranium." Fisk felt the hoe with his fingers, and a strange emotion flashed in his eyes.

Klaue continued, "This hoe is not from ancient times, but something I brought back from Wakanda a few years ago. These black guys deliberately covered the hoe with rust. If it weren't for the weight, I would have almost been fooled.

Wakanda, the mysterious country hidden in Africa, has a large amount of vibranium resources. But those black people use such precious vibranium to make farming tools such as hoes, which is simply a waste of natural resources!

You know, a piece of vibranium like this can be exchanged for tens of millions of dollars. "Klaue's words were full of jealousy and dissatisfaction.

“Vibranium, this is one of the most powerful metals in the world, with unparalleled properties.

If it were in our hands, it would bring untold wealth and power.”

Crowe's voice was low and seductive.

Fisk licked his lips, as if he was persuaded, but soon shook his head, "I heard that those black guys have developed technology far beyond the world level through vibranium. I don't think they are all powerless chimpanzees."

"Indeed!" Klaue's smile remained unchanged. "But think about it, Fisk, no matter how powerful they are, they still have weaknesses. They are just a bunch of old-fashioned gorillas.

First, Wakanda has always been hidden from the outside world, which means they lack experience in dealing with a large-scale external attack.

Their technology may be advanced, but their ability to respond in actual combat may not be outstanding.

Secondly, the value of vibranium is immeasurable. As long as we can successfully seize a portion of it, the benefits it brings will be enough for us to have the capital to compete with them.

Moreover, as far as I know, Wakanda is not a monolithic entity. There are some potential contradictions and differences in their power structure. We can take advantage of these cracks, stir up internal disputes among them, and make them unable to take care of themselves.

Furthermore, our plan is not a frontal assault. We have accurate intelligence and can find the weak points in their defense and launch a surprise attack.

With our carefully prepared weapons and well-trained team, it is entirely possible to seize a portion of the vibranium and escape unscathed before they can react.

Fisk, this is a rare opportunity with both risks and opportunities.

But as long as we plan carefully, the possibility of success is great.

Once we succeed, we can use the vibranium we harvest to build weapons and attack Wakanda head-on."

Fisk listened to Klaue's analysis and shook his head again, "Klaue, I'm very grateful that you can go to Italy to help me. No matter what, I will help you, but you must show enough sincerity!"

After a moment of silence, Klaue slowly said, "Fisk, since you said so, I will tell you in detail about the internal distribution of Wakanda.

Wakanda is made up of multiple tribes, each with their own unique duties and powers.

Among them, the most core is the tribe where the king is, they have the most advanced technology and the most powerful force. This tribe has amazing weapons and equipment, showing the most advanced technology level of Wakanda.

They are equipped with energy shields made of vibranium, which can be deployed in an instant to form an almost indestructible protective barrier.

Whether it is physical attack or energy shock, it is difficult to cause substantial damage to it.

When facing enemy attacks, the energy shield can automatically sense and respond, effectively dispersing and absorbing damage.

Also in its arsenal are spears made of vibranium, which are not only extremely sharp and can easily pierce the strongest armor, but also have built-in energy conduction devices. When thrown, they can release powerful energy pulses, causing huge explosive damage to the target.

In addition, they possess a high-tech glove that can fire highly concentrated energy beams powerful enough to flatten a small hill in an instant. This energy beam has extremely high precision and controllability, and the user can adjust its strength and range as needed.

There is also a special kind of combat boots with anti-gravity devices and a powerful propulsion system, which allows soldiers to fly freely and move quickly in the air, gaining great mobility advantages in battle.

However, our target is not them. Because directly confronting this tribe with top-level equipment and powerful combat power is undoubtedly a drop in the ocean. We need to find the weaker links and gain the greatest benefits at the lowest cost.

The weapons and equipment of Wakanda's border tribes are relatively simple compared to those of the core tribes.

Their main melee weapon is a spear-like weapon, the spear shaft is made of local strong wood, specially treated to increase toughness and durability. The spear head is made of vibranium, which has a certain degree of sharpness, but is far less indestructible than the weapons made entirely of vibranium by the core tribe.

This spear relies primarily on the strength and skill of its user in close combat.

As for long-range weapons, they have simple bows and arrows. The bow is made of elastic wood, and the bowstring is made of animal tendons. The pulling force is limited, and the range and accuracy are not ideal. The arrowheads are also made of vibranium, which has strong penetrating power.

Compared with the core tribe's high-tech long-range weapons that can emit energy beams, it is a world of difference.

In addition, the border tribes also have some shields for defense. These shields are mostly made of heavy leather, wood and vibranium, which can resist ordinary attacks to a certain extent, but have little protective effect against strong energy shocks or high-intensity physical strikes.

They are also equipped with a large number of firearms, but the power and firing rate of the bullets cannot be compared with the advanced weapons from the outside world.

Moreover, the supply of ammunition is relatively limited and cannot support long-term combat.

In general, the weapons of the border tribes are relatively backward and weak within Wakanda.

Moreover, due to their border location, their defense system is not as tight as that of other tribes.

This border tribe is mainly responsible for some simple contact and defense work with the outside world, and usually does not receive too much attention and resources.