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

Fisk rolled his eyes at him and pointed at the bloody scene around him: "Clean this up. I don't want any newspaper headlines tomorrow morning."

"Got it!" Lester shrugged. He was a professional at this kind of cleaning job and had long been accustomed to it. Then he glanced at Gwen in the distance. Although Gwen was frightened and pale, she did not collapse on the ground like an ordinary girl. He couldn't help but look at her twice more and said, "Boss, do you need me to take you back?"

"No, I'll drive back by myself."

"Gwen, get in the car!"

Fisk kicked the body away from his feet.

Let the red blood flow down your skin.

A strong fishy smell hit me in the face.

It makes people feel nauseous and want to vomit.

Walking in a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

But Gwen got into the car very obediently.

Just like an obedient kitten.

Sitting in the driving seat, Gwen carefully stole glances at Fisker.

Her bright big eyes were full of tension and anxiety, like a frightened little rabbit.

Seeing that Fisk had no intention of talking, Gwen felt very nervous.

She secretly complained in her heart: “Oh, Mr. Fisk has been silent the whole time, is he really angry?

I really messed up this time. Will he never talk to me again and never give me a chance again?" Gwen bit her lip, feeling regretful.

Gwen's heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat. "It would be nice if he could just scold me. It's really terrible to just stay silent like this."

As she thought about it, her eyes began to turn red, and she began to pray to Fisk, "I really know I was wrong. I will be more careful in the future and never make such a low-level mistake again.

Mr. Fisk, please stop being angry with me and give me another chance."

Gwen twisted the corner of her clothes with increasingly stronger fingers, and the sweat from her palms soaked the corner of her clothes.

She glanced at Fisk again, and seeing that he still didn't say a word, she felt even more unsure: "Will he think I'm particularly useless?

Do you think I'm not trustworthy at all?

No, I have to find a way to make up for my mistake and make him accept me again." Gwen's thoughts were in a mess.

Suddenly, Fisk glanced at her expressionlessly.

Gwen was still wearing her original neat school uniform, but the symbols that clearly indicated the identity of Garden Middle School had all been removed.

In addition, some parts of the school uniform showed unnatural wrinkles, which looked very awkward. They were obviously traces left by the fierce close combat just now.

It was as if he felt Fisk's gaze.

Gwen suddenly discovered that there was a long tear at the hem of her skirt. Through the torn crack, a large area of ​​snow-white skin was faintly visible, revealing the edge of her pink cartoon panties.

This made her look a little embarrassed, but in this embarrassment she had a unique youthful charm.

She subconsciously wanted to cover the exposed skin with her hands.

That shy and flustered look is so cute.

Her face instantly turned red like a ripe apple, and her eyes were full of shyness and uneasiness.

Her hands frantically waved, trying to cover up the spring light that had accidentally been revealed, but the more she frantically wavered, the more lovable she became. She lowered her eyes.

She didn't dare to look Fisk in the eye, and her breathing became rapid due to nervousness. Her slightly trembling eyelashes seemed to tell of her inner shyness and embarrassment.

After a while, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and seemed to give up struggling.

The hands that were trying to cover their body slowly dropped down, and the tense body gradually relaxed.

But if you look closely, it seems like he did it on purpose, as there is an elusive meaning in his eyes.

She twisted her body slightly, and moved her snow-white, slender legs inconspicuously towards Fisk.

The lines of the thighs are graceful and smooth, and the skin exudes a charming luster under the dim light, as if carrying a silent temptation.

Fisk saw it clearly.

I felt a little funny and a little sad at the same time.

However, Fisk was not prepared to forgive Gwen so easily.

If he hadn't arrived in time today, the consequences would have been disastrous. Fisk frowned, it was hard to imagine how terrible the consequences would be. He felt a sense of fear when he thought of the bad situation that might happen.

This ignorant little girl actually thought that she could handle such a dangerous situation with just some fancy moves.

Today, no matter what, I must teach her a lesson, make her realize that she shouldn't be so rash and impulsive, and shouldn't always take risks based on her own courage.

Gwen was even more uneasy when she saw Fisk didn't say anything. She secretly looked up at Fisk's expression, trying to guess what he was thinking at the moment. But Fisk's gloomy face made her completely confused. Her heartbeat became more and more rapid, and her hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, not knowing what to do.

I felt even more panicked.

"Mr. Fisk, I was wrong."

"Mr. Fisk, please don't ignore me!"

"Mr. Fisk, please."

Gwen seemed completely blind to the blood on Fisk's body.

He came closer pitifully, but his hand moved slowly downwards.

How could Fisk not notice it?

But he pretended not to know.

Still driving with a gloomy face.

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"Buzz~"

"Buzz~"

The sound was subtle and continuous, like a mosquito buzzing in your ear. If you didn't listen carefully, it would be almost imperceptible.

The two women hanging in the air were cleverly using the sounds that were difficult for others to understand to communicate in a unique code. Their lips trembled slightly, making slight but meaningful sounds, and each "buzzing" sound seemed to be a carefully arranged code, conveying information that only they could understand.

"Lily, I've broken free from the ropes, how are you doing over there?"

"I'm almost there too."

“I don’t know if there will be cameras, though.

If there are cameras, any movement on our side will probably be discovered immediately. If there is still that kind of anesthetic here, we will not be able to escape at all."

"That's better than being trapped here. We should always give it a try."

"it is good!"

The two women were trying to break free from the ropes and escape from here.

There were dense footsteps outside the door, which made the two women freeze.

Then, the door was roughly pushed open, and several burly men walked in. Without saying a word, they put stronger chains on the hands and feet of the two women again, then untied their blindfolds and lowered them from the air.

The bright light instantly filled the entire room, and their eyes, which had not seen light for a long time, could not bear the sudden stimulation. They subconsciously closed their eyes, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

He could only be pushed forward passively, his steps staggering and unsteady.

It was not until they entered the slightly dim elevator that they were able to get used to the light.

The two women immediately looked for ways to escape, their eyes anxious and panicked.

But at this moment they discovered that this was an extra-large freight elevator. Dozens of armed gunmen filled half of the elevator like cold statues.

They stood tall with serious expressions, staring at the two people with cold eyes, which made people shudder.

The other half of the elevator was filled with various cargo boxes, which were stacked layer upon layer, leaving almost no space.

Some silver metallic luster can be vaguely seen through the gaps in the wooden box, but I don't know what is hidden inside.

Yuri Sakazaki's heart sank suddenly, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss. She forced herself to calm down. She took a deep breath, and her eyes quickly and carefully scanned the expressionless gunmen and the mountains of cargo boxes. Her brain was working rapidly, thinking about any possible opportunity to escape.

She lowered her voice and said in a tiny voice that only Joan could hear, "Don't act rashly yet. Let's see if there is any chance." Although her voice was light, it was firm and calm.

The atmosphere in the elevator was extremely depressing, as if even the air had become heavy and stagnant.

The gunmen had expressionless faces and cold, vigilant eyes, as if they were examining their prey.

The gun in his hand flashed a chilling light under the dim light in the elevator, making people dare not move at all.

As the elevator rose, their heartbeats became faster and faster, as if they were about to jump out of their throats.

Suddenly, the elevator paused and stopped.

The strong inertia caused Lily and Joan's bodies to lean forward involuntarily.

Just then, a burly gunman took a step forward, and his footsteps sounded particularly heavy in the silent elevator.

He said in a rough voice, "Be honest and don't play tricks!" His voice was like thunder, echoing in the small space, making the two women's eardrums buzz.

The elevator door opened.

Lester was the first to enter the elevator.

Following closely behind him was Fisk, who had changed into a suit again.

Of course, Vulture, Melanie, Ena Maynard…all came.

Except for them, of course.

Mrs. Stacy, Angela, Louise and Sister Maria all walked into the elevator one after another.

"Boss, why don't I not go down and stay up here to prevent any accidents from happening." Lester suggested to Fisk immediately when he saw everyone coming in.

"No need, I'm going down there for a meeting this time.

Besides, Erica stayed on it.

The time flow rate is 6:1, so even if something goes wrong, we will still be able to get back in time.

I really don't believe that anyone dares to come and cause trouble for me now." Fisk said indifferently, "Don't hesitate, let's go." As he spoke, he reached out and supported Mrs. Stacy, "You must hold me tightly in a while, otherwise, if you make a fool of yourself, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Mrs. Stacy was hugged by Fisk in front of so many people. She was a little shy, but her hands were not shy at all. Instead, she directly held the "armrest".