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"Who is she?" Ena Maynard couldn't help but express her curiosity.

Melanie shook her head and lowered her voice and said, "I don't know, but I feel like she must have some other purpose for coming here."

At this moment, the woman seemed to notice their gaze and her eyes suddenly shot over, sharp and cold.

Ena Maynard and Melanie looked at each other and saw confusion and curiosity in each other's eyes.

With the appearance of this woman, their original task of finding engineers was temporarily put aside.

Rachel Van Haixing continued walking in the hall, her eyes sometimes lingering on the faces of the applicants, and sometimes observing the surrounding environment, as if she was looking for something, or evaluating everything here.

At this time, Ena Maynard and Melanie followed Rachel Van Haixing unconsciously, trying to figure out her purpose. But Rachel Van Haixing didn't seem to care about them following her, and continued to pace in the hall as usual.

After a while, she suddenly turned around, walked towards Melanie, and took out a business card.

Rachel Fan Haixing said in a very arrogant tone: "I want to see Fisk, arrange it immediately."

This caused dissatisfaction among the two women. Melanie casually threw the business card aside and said coldly: "Who do you think you are? Get out of here!"

Ena Maynard also echoed and grabbed the business card and took a look at it: "Vampire Hunter, what a big name?"

Rachel Fan Haixing looked at the two women in front of her coldly, "I don't want to cause trouble. Take me to see Fisk. He has caused a big disaster. He must be responsible for this matter himself."

Melanie sneered, "You said it's a disaster?

Do you think you can scare us with just a few words?

Please leave here now, or I'll call security."

Ena Maynard also crossed her arms and said, "Don't talk nonsense here. Who knows whether what you said is true or not."

Rachel Fan Haixing frowned, her eyes became even colder, "You have no idea how serious the matter is. If you don't let me see Fisk as soon as possible, the consequences will be disastrous."

Melanie was unmoved. "Don't try to scare people with these words. What evidence do you have to prove what you said?"

Rachel Fan Haixing bit her lip and took out a document from her bag. "This is the relevant evidence. You can read it yourself. But time is running out. We can't delay any longer."

Melanie took the document and looked at Ena Maynard, "Come with us!"

Today was May Parker's first day at work. She changed into tight black stockings as Fisk requested.

She was wearing a snow-white shirt with her collar slightly open, like a half-opened flower, revealing a small piece of skin as delicate as mutton-fat jade, exuding an unintentional sexiness.

The slim-fitting work skirt seemed to be tailor-made for her, tightly wrapping her perky hips. The hem of the skirt swayed gently with her steps, like a flower swaying in the wind, showing her graceful figure.

The black stockings, like the elves of the night, fit her long, straight and graceful legs.

The delicate texture of the stockings not only highlights the smoothness of the leg skin, but also adds endless charm to the smooth lines in a looming manner.

Her hair was combed neatly behind her head like a waterfall. A few playful strands of hair fell down from both sides of her cheeks like disobedient children, adding a bit of gentleness and agility to her.

She didn't know why she had to dress like this as Fisk asked, but deep down in her heart, besides confusion, there was also a hint of anticipation.

But she was disappointed. She had thought Fisk would be waiting for her in the office early in the morning, but it was almost 10:00 and there was no sign of Fisk. She had already drunk several cups of coffee in her own office next door and was almost full.

May Parker's mood became increasingly irritable.

At this moment, the door of the large office outside was pushed open roughly. There was a thunderous crash and the ringing of the phone on the table. May Parker hurriedly picked up the documents on the table and walked out.

Her heart beat faster involuntarily, not knowing what she was about to face.

When she walked into the office, she found Fisk wearing only a pair of shorts, his whole body covered with scarlet blood, especially his fists, which were covered with blood stains that had turned black. He looked as if he had just experienced a fight, but there were no visible injuries.

May Parker was originally feeling scared, but for some reason after seeing Fisk's strong body, the fear deep in her heart turned into a strange feeling.

She couldn't take her eyes off Fisk, and her cheeks were burning. Fisk noticed her gaze and glanced at her coldly, as if his gaze could penetrate her soul.

May Parker came to her senses instantly and lowered her head in panic, trying to hide her strange emotions.

Fisk said in a low voice: "Bring the documents here." There was irresistible majesty in his voice.

May Parker hurriedly handed over the documents, and her fingers accidentally touched Fisk's arm. The touch of the iron-hard muscle made her heart tremble.

Fisk took the document and stopped looking at her, concentrating on what he was holding.

May Parker stood there, not knowing whether to leave or stay, her heart filled with entanglement and confusion.

The door was violently thrown open again, and Melanie and Erna Maynard came in at a leisurely pace, followed closely by Rachel Van Helsing.

Compared to May Parker, who was a little bit at a loss and stood there blankly, Melanie and Ena Maynard seemed very relaxed.

Ena Maynard walked to the sofa and sat down, then crossed her legs, picked up a magazine and flipped through it casually, with an indifferent expression on her face.

Melanie walked briskly to Fisk's side, took out a white handkerchief from her pocket, and carefully began to clean the blood stains on his body. Her movements were skillful and gentle, as if this was something she was used to.

Rachel Van Helsing stood there motionless with her arms folded across her chest, her sharp eyes constantly looking up and down at Fisk. There was undisguised admiration in her eyes, which was a recognition of Fisk's great strength; but at the same time, there was an inexplicable complex feeling, as if she was thinking about something, or weighing the pros and cons.

The atmosphere in the office at this moment was weird and tense.

May Parker swallowed nervously, not knowing where to look.

Fisk had an indifferent look on his face, as if he didn't care about anything around him, and let Melanie clean the blood off his body.

May Parker felt more and more embarrassed and didn't know what to do. At this time, Fisk suddenly looked up at her and said gently, "May, you look very beautiful today. Can you help me get some towels and help Melanie clean the blood stains on my body?"

May Parker's face flushed instantly, and she nodded in a panic, "Okay..."

Melanie was a little reluctant, "Boss, isn't it enough for me alone?"

Fisk raised his hand and flicked her head, "Stop talking nonsense!"

May Parker turned hurriedly and walked towards the inner room, her steps staggering a little.

When she returned with the towel, her hands were shaking slightly and she couldn't look Fisk in the eye.

Walking to Fisk, she carefully handed the towel to Melanie, and then under Melanie's instructions, she gently wiped the blood off Fisk's body.

Her heart was beating like a drum, every breath became rapid, and Fisk's scorching gaze made her feel at a loss.

At this moment, Rachel Van Helsing coughed lightly, breaking the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere, "Mr. Fisk, should we talk business?"

"I'll give you a moment to say something that interests me."

"Dracula is back because of you!"

Chapter 173 Do you really think I'm a kitten?

"so?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Fisk looked at the woman in front of him in some confusion.

He reached out and took the document on the table.

Rachel Van Helsing – A registered vampire hunter.

Great-granddaughter of Van Helsing.

Her parents were killed by Dracula, the founder of vampires.

Then, he joined the vampire hunter organization.

I have been searching for vampires for many years.

After Fisk read this information.

Suddenly I found it a little funny that there are so many vampires in Italy.

Can't these vampire hunters see it?

No, she was not Rachel Van Helsing.

Fisk narrowed his eyes.

The information in hand comes from the Ministry of National Defense.

There is a universal relationship between the Department of Defense's information and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Therefore, the information in hand has basically been recognized by SHIELD.

Rachel Van Helsing was attacked by Dracula as a child.

Not only did Dracula kill her parents, he also left permanent scars on her body.

This guy…is definitely not Rachel Van Helsing.

Because she didn't have any scars on her body.

Turns out it was a fake.

Rachel Van Helsing had no idea she had been exposed.

"The Holy Grail you destroyed in Italy activated the vampire curse.

Many vampires that had been sealed or dead were resurrected.

Doesn't this have anything to do with you?" Rachel Van Helsing said righteously, as if she were a fearless warrior defending justice.

"You must be responsible for your actions and bear the consequences. No more innocent lives can be threatened and harmed by vampires.

Your negligence caused this disaster, do you still want to stay out of it?" Her eyes were firm and sharp, staring at Fisk, as if she wanted to see through his soul.

Fisk sneered.

He stood up from his chair.

May Parker was helping him clean the blood off his body.

He failed to dodge in time and was directly stuck to Fisk's body, and felt firsthand the rock-hard muscles and masculinity on Fisk's body.

Her heart beat faster involuntarily and a blush appeared on her face.

But soon, she calmed herself down and her hands moved in an orderly manner.

Fisk seemed to notice something was wrong with May Parker, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

But there was no action.

Instead, he turned to Rachel Van Helsing who was standing right in front of him and said, "Who asked you to come?"

"What did you say?"

Rachel Van Helsing had not yet finished her words.

Before she finished her words, Fisk had disappeared from behind the desk, and the next second he appeared next to Rachel Van Helsing and reached out to grab her neck.