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

Ororo's expression looked a little better. "Okay, this is the T'Challa I know."

T'Challa smiled and said, "Don't be angry, Ororo. To show my sincerity, I invite you to visit the home of my good friend in the border tribe.

His home is nearby, and we stayed there for two or three days, and the results of the investigation came out. "

Ororo hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "Okay, I hope your investigation can really help these people."

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The forest is lush and leafy, with huge treetops intertwined to form an endless green sky.

The sunlight struggled to penetrate through the layers of branches and leaves, casting tiny spots of light on the ground.

Three or four gunmen were crouching among the treetops.

They were chewing chocolate bars in their hands while monitoring the movements in all directions.

"Well, this time when I go back, I have to go back to duty again."

"I really don't want to go there. There's nothing there. I'd rather stay in this primitive jungle."

"Shh, stop talking nonsense."

"somebody is coming."

"It's Ms. Monica."

The four people on the tree quickly descended.

They quickly pulled apart the two dark green nylon ropes.

A passage leading into the forest was revealed.

The entrance to the stronghold is covered by lush vines. If you don’t look closely, you won’t be able to tell that there is a mystery hidden behind these seemingly ordinary plants.

The vines are thick and slender, intertwined with each other, like a natural green barrier.

The trees surrounding the stronghold are tall and ancient, with trunks so thick that it takes several people to hug them.

Their branches and leaves intertwined to form a natural dome that enveloped the stronghold.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves and humus.

People walking on it make almost no sound.

Looking down from the air, the stronghold blends completely into the forest background.

Even if a bird occasionally flies by, it is difficult to discover this mysterious place hidden in the green.

The architecture of the outpost uses colors and materials similar to the surrounding environment, cleverly blending into the forest.

On one side of the stronghold, there is a clear stream flowing.

The sound of the stream was drowned out by the chirping of birds and insects around it.

Dense bushes grew along the stream, providing another layer of natural cover for the stronghold.

To reach this stronghold, one needs to walk along a narrow path that is almost completely covered with vegetation.

The path is winding, full of thorns and obstacles, and there are many secret sentries on the road.

If you barge in rashly.

Their heads better be harder than bullets.

Monica casually dumped the woman in the middle of the camp.

Turned around and sat in Fisk's arms.

Just like sitting on the sofa, he reached out and grabbed Fisk's arm, opened his mouth and bit it, his sharp teeth slowly approached, black mucus appeared out of thin air, and retreated to the back.

Monica pierced Fisk's arm with her teeth and began to suck the blood as if she was tasting a delicacy. Fisk twitched the corner of his mouth, but did not refuse. Instead, he drank his beer.

The woman on the ground watched all this in shock.

She stared.

Somewhat unbelievable.

As a member of the border tribe, did she know how close this place was to Wakanda?

Even if they were traveling through a dense and impassable forest, it would only take three or four hours at most to enter the territory of Wakanda. The reason why these spies from the border tribes had to blend into the surrounding native tribes was to serve as the last line of defense for Wakanda.

However, they did not expect that someone had built such a huge stronghold right under their noses in this dense jungle.

What are they going to do?

Do they want to attack Wakanda?

The woman's expression became even uglier.

Her husband and children are among the border tribes.

The border tribes are not like the core tribes.

The purpose of the border tribes is, to some extent, that of gatekeepers.

Because there had been a vicious incident where border tribes were trafficking in vibranium.

Therefore, the border tribes became the marginal tribes of the kingdom.

The border tribes also lacked a wide variety of the latest models of weapons.

It doesn't matter if there are no weapons.

As a member of the Border Tribe.

She knew that the border tribes had neglected training because of the long period of peace.

I'm definitely no match for these people.

"What are you going to do?"

The woman turned around with great effort and asked Fisk and Monica her questions.

However, no one answered her question. Only a ball of black mucus quickly jumped into the sky. Then the next second, the black mucus fell on her body.

The woman immediately struggled hard.

She kept shaking her body, trying to shake off the slime on her body, screaming in fear. Her feet desperately kicked the ground, and her body kept twisting, trying to get rid of the black slime.

However, the black slime still seeped into her facial features.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair.

An indistinct whimper came from her throat and her face was distorted in extreme pain.

Her struggle became more intense, and her nails left bloody marks on the skin of her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

Her body slammed violently into the objects around her.

Tried to stop the invasion of slime, but all was in vain.

As the mucus continued to seep in, the woman's movements gradually became slower.

Her eyes began to become blurred, and her original strength to resist also disappeared bit by bit.

Finally, the woman's body completely collapsed and she no longer resisted.

Riot successfully gained control of her body, and the woman's original consciousness was suppressed deeply in a dark corner.

However, the woman, who was controlled by the riot, looked extremely stiff and uncoordinated.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and her originally lively gaze was now replaced by a strange chaos.

She was like a zombie, her limbs shaking randomly, without any rules or rhythm. Her hands would sometimes grab forward, sometimes hang down helplessly, her legs would sometimes bend, sometimes straighten suddenly, as if she had lost basic control of her body.

Her head shook uncontrollably from side to side, the muscles in her neck were tense, and a low and strange sound came out of her throat from time to time. Her body twitched from time to time, and each tremor seemed so abrupt and out of control.

It took a while for the woman's body to calm down, and Riot began to slowly adapt to and take control of this new body.

Her movements gradually became smoother, but still had a mechanical stiffness.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes revealing a chilling indifference and cruelty, indicating that this body had been completely taken over by riot.

Fisk watched the scene with interest.

Although the symbiont can parasitize the host, the symbiont is not a helpless parasite that cannot survive without the host. On the contrary, the symbiont is, to some extent, the real host, the host of the weak.

They can only be considered parasites when facing strong people.

Riot, who had completely gained control of his body, seemed to feel the gaze from Fisk. His body trembled violently, and then as if out of control, he suddenly knelt in front of Fisk with a plop like a puppy.

She lowered her head, her forehead almost touching the ground, her body trembling slightly, and her attitude extremely respectful. Her eyes, originally empty and indifferent, were now full of flattery, a kind of unreserved flattery and obedience.

Riot's voice was trembling and anxious, "Master, I will always be loyal to you and will go through fire and water for you at all costs." Her eyes were fixed on Fisk's toes, not daring to overstep the mark.

Her hands were pressed tightly against her sides, her fingers slightly bent due to excessive tension, and every breath she took was cautious, fearing that it would cause Fisk's dissatisfaction.

Fisk just glanced at her indifferently, but Riot seemed to have received a great blessing, and a flattered expression instantly appeared on his face.

She bent down even more humbly, as if she wanted to merge her entire body into the ground to express her supreme respect for Fisk.

“Where did you learn these feudal remnants from?

Stand up and speak! "Fisk put down the beer bottle in his hand and stroked Monica's golden hair. Monica narrowed her eyes, loosened her teeth, and chased Fisk's palm like a kitten.

The wound she bit was also healing rapidly.

It was back to normal in the blink of an eye.

Riot stood up from the ground.

"You know what you should do next, right?"

"I know, Master!

I will sneak in and lure away most of the border tribes' warriors to buy time for my master."

“That’s good to know, but you have to be careful.

By the way, are these chimpanzees equipped with any weapons?" Riot was silent for a moment, recalling the memories in this body, and shook his head, "Because of a vibranium smuggling case decades ago, the border tribe was ostracized by other tribes and was not allowed to equip many advanced weapons... But in fact, this should be related to the struggle for the throne." Riot suddenly said shockingly.

"Oh! Tell me."

Fisk immediately became interested when he heard the gossip.

He has been staying here for the past few days and is almost bored to death.