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

However, before he could run a few steps, the pursuers behind him grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back roughly like a chicken. He struggled desperately, waving his hands in the air, kicking his feet, and shouting, "Please, let me go!" But to no avail.

The other two took advantage of the chaos and fled in opposite directions, kicking over the debris around them in a panic, making a noisy noise.

But soon, they were stopped by the people who surrounded them. Those people had ferocious faces and roughly pressed them to the ground. Their eyes were filled with extreme fear and despair, and they kept begging for mercy, with tears and snot covering their entire faces.

But it was all in vain, these black mercenaries who tried to escape were ruthlessly caught and then lifted up by those cruel people. They twisted their bodies desperately in the air, their limbs swung randomly, and they screamed heartbreakingly.

There was no trace of mercy on those people's faces, and they threw them alive into the blazing fire without hesitation.

They twisted and rolled frantically in the fire, trying to put out the flames on their bodies, but the scorching heat mercilessly burned every inch of their skin.

His face was distorted by extreme pain, his mouth opened wide, and he cried out in a shrill voice filled with despair and fear. His skin quickly turned black under the burning flames, and horrifying blisters appeared, which then burst, revealing bright red flesh.

In the billowing smoke, their figures were looming in the flames, as if they were in the abyss of hell, being burned to ashes bit by bit, while the painful wails echoed for a long time, making people shudder.

Fisk's men all had blank expressions on their faces and were extremely indifferent.

They are all veterans who have experienced the biochemical world.

Such a small scene could not cause any waves in my heart.

But the mercenaries were different.

Although they had killed people in their past experiences, their hands were stained with blood, and they thought they had seen all kinds of cruel scenes, but where had they seen such a bloody and cruel scene? The miserable state of the black mercenaries thrown into the fire, the horrifying screams, and the pungent smell of barbecue instantly broke through their psychological defenses.

Their faces turned pale instantly, and their stomachs churned. Some people's legs went limp and they collapsed to the ground, while others bent over and retched non-stop.

The smell of the barbecue was like the breath of the devil, making them dizzy and tears flowing uncontrollably. They vomited violently on the ground, as if they wanted to vomit out all their internal organs, and their bodies trembled with extreme fear and nausea.

Fisk leaned aside with a bottle of beer in his hand, admiring the bonfire show in front of him with an expressionless face.

Klaue was somewhat embarrassed and told his men to send these mercenaries to pack their bags.

Some of them walked to Fisk's side nervously.

"I'm sorry, Fisk, I didn't expect that even with all the precautions, I would still..."

"It's okay, everyone makes mistakes sometimes." Fisk said nonchalantly. He stood up from his chair and raised his wrist to check the time.

"It's time to go!"

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Mrs. Stacy's plane has just landed.

Lester, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately drove his convoy to the side of the plane.

Other passengers spotted a string of black SUVs parked next to the plane.

There was a puzzled expression in their eyes.

However, they were soon asked to stay in their seats and not move.

And all the windows were closed.

The men in black boarded the plane and respectfully went to the first class cabin.

The emergency slide at the front of the plane was deployed.

This slide costs $10,000 to fold every time it is opened.

Very expensive.

Melanie and Mrs. Stacy got off the plane chatting and laughing.

Lester walked up quickly.

But the next second he saw Louise behind him, and the sense of danger forced him to instantly put his hands on both sides of his waist.

"Don't worry, this is the boss's new pet!" Melanie waved her hand nonchalantly, looked around, and said in a somewhat strange tone: "Why is there such a big scene?

Something happened in New York."

Lester nodded, his eyes still lingering on Louise, his vigilance not diminishing in the slightest. "This is not the place to chat, let's get in the car first."

Everyone got in the car.

The driver was actually a vulture.

He smiled naively at Melanie and Mrs. Stacy in the back seat as a greeting.

"Mrs. Stacy, Gwen has been taken to Hell's Kitchen. Your current home is not safe. How about we go to Hell's Kitchen together first?"

Mrs. Stacy still felt resentful about Lester's kidnapping of Gwen. However, she was not a petty person. She knew the relationship between Lester and Fisk and that Lester was Fisk's deputy. Therefore, her tone was a little cold, but also relatively gentle. "What happened?"

Lester had no intention of hiding anything.

Mrs. Stacy's relationship with Fisk had reached the point where Fisk had to go out of his way to rescue her, so there was no need for him to hide it any longer: "When the boss was in Washington, he killed a man named Guise, and this man's companions came to seek revenge.

They blew up several of our strongholds one after another.

These guys call themselves martial artists and have assistance from others.

Very tricky.

I've spoken to my boss on the phone and he told me to hold back.

Find out who is behind this, and then make plans after he comes back."

The convoy left the New York airport and drove smoothly towards Hell's Kitchen.

New York is brightly lit at night, with cars constantly flowing on the streets. The glow of neon lights and car lights are intertwined, forming a picture of a bustling and noisy urban night scene.

At this moment, a charming figure quietly appeared on the top of the tall building, her eyes fixed on the motorcade directly below, wearing the iconic red ninja suit, the tight clothing seemed like a second layer of skin, perfectly outlining her curvy figure. Her slender waist seemed to be broken if it was bent lightly, and her long legs were faintly visible in the slit of her skirt, and every slight movement aroused people's reverie.

The woman gently shook her long hair, her eyes were firm and resolute, and her bright eyes were as bright as stars in the night. She squatted slightly, her muscles tensed, like a cheetah ready to attack, full of strength and explosive power.

Suddenly, she leaped up, drew a graceful arc in the air, and rushed straight towards the convoy. Her figure was light and agile, like an elf in the night sky, without the slightest delay or hesitation.

As she fell, she waved her hands, and the folding fan in her hands instantly unfolded, with a cold light flashing on the fan. She shouted softly, and with the momentum of the fall, she smashed hard at the front of the convoy.

The drivers of the convoy were frightened by the sudden attack and their faces turned pale in an instant. They hurriedly swerved the steering wheel to try to avoid it, and the vehicles made sharp tire friction sounds.

However, the woman was so fast that she landed on the hood of a car in an instant. She bent her legs slightly to steady herself, and her proud breasts rose and fell slightly with her breathing, full of alluring charm.

Then, the woman waved her folding fan again, and a gust of wind whistled and sparks flew. The next second, the entire SUV was set on fire, and the raging fire instantly engulfed the car body.

The gunmen in the car were terrified and opened the door in a panic to escape, but they were too late and were completely engulfed in flames. They struggled and shouted in pain in the fire, their voices were shrill and desperate.

The gunmen in other vehicles reacted quickly, pulling out their weapons and shooting wildly at the woman. Bullets rained down on her, cutting through the air with sharp whistling sounds.

But the woman flashed and moved flexibly on the roof of the car like a ghost, avoiding the dense bullets. She waved the folding fan in her hand tightly, blocking the approaching bullets one after another.

Then, she did a backflip and jumped onto the top of another car. The moment her feet landed firmly on the ground, she waved her folding fan again, and a powerful airflow gushed out, directly knocking the gunmen in the nearby car to the ground.

At this moment, a car in the convoy suddenly accelerated and tried to hit the woman, but she was not in a hurry, she saw the right moment, jumped lightly into the air, and avoided the impact of the car.

When she fell again, she threw the folding fan in her hand forward violently. The folding fan was like an arrow shot from a bow, with a sharp sound of wind, and directly penetrated the bulletproof glass of the vehicle. The solid bulletproof glass shattered instantly under this powerful impact, and the folding fan hit the driver's chest directly. The driver groaned and collapsed in the seat. The vehicle lost control and crashed crookedly to the roadside.

The woman took advantage of the chaos to shuttle through the convoy, and wherever she went, fire and chaos intertwined. However, at this moment, Lester got out of a car, his eyes were cold, and he held a special pistol firmly in both hands, aiming at the woman.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet whizzed out. The woman dodged, waving her folding fan in her hand, blocking the first bullet. But Lester's shooting speed was extremely fast, and the second bullet followed, blocking the space the woman had just dodged. The woman had to twist her body quickly and dodge in an extremely thrilling posture.

Lester did not give the woman any chance to breathe. He fired the third and fourth bullets in succession, each of which accurately predicted the direction the woman might dodge. Although the woman was agile, she gradually fell into trouble under this intensive and accurate shooting.

She waved her folding fan and tried to get close to Lester for close combat. However, every time she took a step closer, new bullets would force her to retreat. The woman's eyes revealed a strong murderous intent. She gritted her teeth and tried to break through the gunman's defense again.

But Lester's shooting was so accurate that another bullet grazed the woman's shoulder, leaving a trail of blood, which dripped from the wound.

Feeling a stinging pain, the woman knew that continuing to struggle would be extremely disadvantageous to her.

She glanced at Lester with hatred, her eyes seemed to be burning with rage, full of reluctance and anger. However, the situation was urgent, so she had to turn around and evacuate.

Under the pursuit of bullets, bullets whizzed past her, and she moved swiftly between vehicles. At this time, she had no intention of fighting, but Lester pursued her relentlessly, as if he would not stop until he captured her.

She dodged the bullets while thinking of countermeasures quickly. Suddenly, she put her hands together and muttered something. Then, she suddenly pushed her hands forward and a powerful flame wave burst out from her hands.

The flame wave instantly illuminated the surrounding darkness, and the scorching heat made the air seem to be on fire.

The flames swept towards Lester with overwhelming force. Wherever it passed, the ground was scorched and emitted a pungent smell.

Seeing this, Lester's face changed suddenly. He had to stop chasing and quickly find cover to avoid this powerful attack.

He fell down behind a car in a panic, feeling the heat wave coming towards him, and couldn't help feeling a little scared.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the woman used the cover of the surrounding vehicles and took off and landed several times, her figure disappearing quickly into the night like a ghost.

Her figure jumped and shuttled between the tall buildings, her movements smooth and flowing without any drag.

Lester stood up again and fired, but the woman's figure was out of reach.

All he could do was watch her figure go farther and farther away, and finally disappear into the darkness. The street that had been ravaged by the flames was left in ruins, witnessing the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Lester looked in the direction where the woman disappeared, frowning and lost in thought.

Louise got out of the SUV, squatted on the ground, picked up the blood on the ground with her hand and put it into her mouth, then slowly closed her eyes.

Mrs. Stacy came up to Louise.

Louise immediately knelt down and gently kissed the tip of Mrs. Stacy's high heels. She said in a very respectful tone, "Dear Madam, I have locked onto this woman's blood. Do you need me to track her down and bring her back?"

Mrs. Stacy looked at her coldly and gently stroked her face with her palm, "Did I ask you to do this?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

Mrs. Stacy showed a strange sneer on her face. She stretched out her hand to reveal a remote control as thick as a finger, and pushed the switch on it to the top. Louise's body immediately trembled uncontrollably, but she still endured it and did not make any sound.

Lester walked back as if he couldn't see anything, his clothes smelling burnt, "It's these guys, I didn't expect them to become more and more arrogant, and they even dared to attack in the street!

Let's go back to Hell's Kitchen and wait for the boss to come back before making a decision."

Mrs. Stacy glanced up in the direction the woman had left.

A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"No, Fisk is busy enough. I will be responsible for this matter. I can't cause him any more trouble."

Chapter 155 Troublesome!

Democratic Republic of the Congo.

The border with Wakanda.

This is a mysterious and unique area.

The mountains are undulating, and the endless mountain ranges are like a winding dragon. The vegetation on the mountains is dense and lush.