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

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Ross fell silent.

"Who leaked the news?"

Still silent.

"Tsk tsk...it's still her, right?"

"I didn't say that!" Ross denied it immediately.

But, his denial should be called confirmation.

“Is one tenth enough?”

“It’s no use asking for too much. Captain America also had a vibranium shield back then.

But it’s not missing.”

"How are you going to take it?"

"The Army helicopter will be here shortly.

You don't have to pay attention to those FBI people.

If they dare to do anything wrong... I will give you the authority to declare them traitors!" Ross said indifferently, and suddenly seemed to remember something, "By the way, everything is ready. When are you going to Japan?"

“I just got back, let me rest for a while.

I fly around all day. Even the president is not as busy as me."

"Next month at the latest. Let me know when you're ready. I have a meeting here, so I'll hang up now." General Ross sounded very happy.

This is also normal.

Vibranium is something that cannot be bought with money.

After hanging up the phone, Fisk turned his gaze back to the window.

“Get out of the way now.

Otherwise, we will take coercive measures!"

The agents felt a little scared when facing the cold-faced gunman.

They come into contact with a lot of people, so naturally they can feel the strong and uncontrollable murderous aura from these guys.

The special smell of blood cannot be cleaned up by just taking a shower.

As a frontline special agent who often deals with criminals.

They understood that these gunmen were ruthless characters who would kill without blinking an eye.

In addition, many people felt that these gunmen looked familiar, as if they had seen them somewhere.

Fisk stepped off the plane.

All the gunmen consciously stepped aside.

The Secret Service commander standing at the front was a tall, middle-aged man with a sinister look on his face, but in front of Fisk, his height, which was enough to play basketball, did not give him any advantage at all.

Instead, he looks like a dwarf.

With a cigar in his mouth, he looked down at the commander.

"Do you know me?"

"I'm sorry, sir, please cooperate with our search. This is a search warrant issued by the New York Supreme Court." Holding up the search warrant in his hand, the battle-hardened Secret Service commander felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

Fisk noticed that this guy had a headset next to his ear that was flashing red light.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Use a little force with your palms.

He grabbed the commander by the neck and lifted him up.

The commander's feet were kicking wildly in the air, and the search warrant in his hand fell to the ground.

"Tsk tsk tsk, bitch, I know you can hear me." Fisk's voice came into the headset slowly, "I know you are in Japan.

I'll go over next month and we'll have a good chat."

It was only at this moment that the Secret Service agents nearby woke up from their dreams, raised their weapons, and shouted at Fisk: "Let go of the commander!"

Fisk sneered, and the strength in his hands increased instead of decreasing, and the commander's face turned purple.

"Do you dare to shoot?" Fisk's provocative smile was particularly ferocious, "Try to shoot and see what the consequences will be!"

The Secret Service agents looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Sir!" The commander of the Secret Service struggled to take off the headset from his ear and handed it to Fisk.

"Well, how did you know it was me?" The voice on the other end was extremely charming and full of temptation.

Fisk frowned, put the headset to his ear, and said in a deep voice: "Tsk tsk tsk, burying nails next to me."

The voice chuckled and said, "Dear Fisk, this is out of concern for you. I have been paying attention to your every move."

Fisk showed a ferocious smile on his face, "After you are fatally injured, you can heal your physical injuries by shedding your skin," But, what if I tear off all your skin bit by bit.

Do you think you have a chance of recovery?"

"Ah! I'm really looking forward to it!" Ophelia laughed sweetly, "I'll wait for you in Japan!"

Fisk took the headset and crushed it.

As for the Secret Service commander on the other hand, he completely fainted due to lack of oxygen, with only his body twitching continuously.

"Pfft!"

He threw it to the ground casually.

Fisk didn't bother to look at them even once.

"Get away from me, you Hydra bastard!"

The FBI retreated in a panic.

They understood that Fisk was not someone they could afford to offend.

Meanwhile, Ophelia hung up the phone.

Opposite her, there were three or four constantly flashing black holographic projections.

Ophelia raised her feet. Her slender and long toes were like carefully carved jades, each with smooth lines and perfect proportions. Her toenails were round and neat, with a light pink color, like natural pearl shells.

Her carefully manicured nails are even more eye-catching. The nails are painted with a layer of mysterious purple-black, just like the starry sky at night, deep and charming.

The tip of the nail is embellished with tiny rhinestones, which sparkle brightly under the light, like stars.

The part near the toe root is painted with exquisite silver patterns, and the delicate lines are like ancient totems, full of mysterious charm. The edge of each nail is polished smooth and round, perfectly showing elegance and nobility.

The long skirt swayed, and the pink Winnie the Pooh underwear was faintly visible.

The cute Winnie the Pooh pattern on the underwear seems to have a playful smile, and the pink background adds a bit of girlish sweetness. The lace on the edge of the underwear is delicate and exquisite, gently outlining the skin, as if it is a gentle care for this body.

Her smooth long legs were straight and slender, her skin was as white as mutton-fat jade and so delicate that there was almost no flaw to be seen.

The light shines on it, creating a soft sheen.

It seemed to be endowed with a layer of sacred light.

The lines of the legs are smooth and graceful, gradually tightening from the thigh to the calf, the muscles are tight but not without tenderness, and every slight movement can show its inherent strength and elasticity. The calf is slightly bulging, round and sexy, and the ankle is slender and delicate, like a fine work of art.

She didn't care at all whether she would be exposed or not, because all the projector projected was a black shadow.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why have you become so easy to talk to?"

A steady voice came.

Ophelia crossed her legs nonchalantly.

"People have to change. Besides, this is Japan!"

"Okay, you guys can talk about it later. Those vibraniums..."

“Isn’t there still a Crow?

As long as the price is right, you can buy the instrument from him." Ophelia looked at the person who interrupted them and said in a bad tone, "No way, no way, the famous baron is so poor that he can't even take out this little money. It doesn't matter, you can borrow it from me, as long as you ask, I will lend it to you."

"Ophelia, are you starting to protect your lover now?"

"He still needs my protection?" Ophelia muttered, but did not deny it. She stretched out her finger and gently placed it on her lips. "If you have any ideas, go and implement them yourself. I have no objection. But don't implicate me when you die."

"you!"

“Well, buy it from Crow!

Fisk can get Vibranium from Wakanda, and so can we.

Let’s make a plan together next time we meet…”

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"Boss!" Lester came late. He was not late, but was blocked outside. "I'm late."

"Let's talk about it after we get in the car."

The helicopter in the distance slowly took off.

The fully armed truck just stopped next to the plane.

Box after box of vibranium was loaded onto the train.

Of course, the vibranium here is not some original ore.

Instead, it was purified vibranium ingots and a large number of spear heads removed from spears.