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

“Father, it was Fisk, that abominable fellow. He dared to attack our border tribes and brutally killed our compatriots. He is the murderer of the Wakandans!

He also made me suffer such great pain and humiliation. I was dragged into the endless darkness and cold, the kind of despair and fear that penetrated deep into my bones, and the honor I lost. I must make him pay an extremely painful price, let him also taste this kind of life worse than death, and let him pay the due punishment for his crimes! "

Tracha's voice became hoarse with anger, and his body was shaking slightly with excitement, like an enraged beast, eager to rush towards Fisk and tear him into pieces.

However, his father, the King of Wakanda, slapped him in the face without warning. This slap came so suddenly, so fast, and so hard, as if it carried all the anger and majesty of his father.

Tracha had never expected his father to do this. His eyes widened instantly, filled with shock and incomprehension. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, his mind went blank, and he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

Tracha's face was knocked to one side, and the strong impact caused his body to stagger a few steps. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the bright red was particularly glaring on his pale face. He slowly turned his head and looked at his father with disbelief, his lips trembling, and his voice was a little tearful: "Father, why?"

"You are too impulsive, Tracha!" the old king shouted, "Wakanda's power is not used to satisfy your personal desire for revenge!

Powerful technology is not used to avenge certain people.

What we have to consider is the interests and peace of the entire country!"

Tracha held his slapped cheek tightly, his hand trembling slightly due to anger and pain. His eyes were full of deep confusion and endless grievance, his eye sockets were red, and tears were swirling in them.

"But father, Fisk killed so many people from the border tribe. Those innocent lives, they were originally living a peaceful life in their own homes, but were cruelly deprived of the right to survive by the devil Fisk. Among them were the elderly, children, our relatives and friends, and their blood dyed the land red. How could you not let me avenge them?" Tracha said in a crying voice, filled with grief and indignation.

"Enough!" The old king interrupted him. "I understand your anger, but revenge will only bring more disasters and hatred. We must use wisdom and strategy to solve problems instead of blindly using force!"

Tracha gritted his teeth, was silent for a moment, then slowly lowered his head: "Father, I know I was wrong."

The old king looked at him, and his tone softened a little: “My child, remember, as the prince of Wakanda and the future king, you must have a longer-term vision and a broader mind.

The existence of the border tribes is to help Wakanda resist the enemy. This is the meaning of their existence. They are the warriors of the empire and the defense fortress of the empire. They are responsible for blocking all dangers for Wakanda. Therefore, sacrifice is necessary. We will mourn for them, but we should not feel pain for the death of the warriors. This is their mission and their honor. "

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"Boss, is this thing going to be sent to that world too?" Lester looked at the vibranium fighter next to him, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.

This Vibranium fighter presents a mysterious and deep dark purple color, reflecting strange light under the sunlight. The streamlined body lines are smooth and graceful, as if it is a masterpiece of nature, but its beautiful appearance cannot conceal its heavy texture.

The wings are broad and powerful, and the surface sparkles with the unique cold luster of metal, like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed. Just looking at it gives people a huge sense of oppression.

The head of the fighter plane is sharp and pointed, like a bird of prey ready to hunt, full of aggression. The glass of the cabin is extremely transparent, and from the outside, the complex and sophisticated instruments and equipment inside are clearly visible, and every part seems to be telling of its power and extraordinaryness.

The crane used to lift the Vibranium fighter stood there like a steel giant. Its sturdy boom was raised high, and the solid steel structure exuded a heavy industrial atmosphere. The huge hook firmly hooked the fuselage of the fighter. When the lifting was started, the crane made a heavy roar, as if it was doing its best to resist the unimaginable weight of the fighter. The whole fuselage shook slightly at first, and then slowly rose. During the process, the crane's boom made a creaking sound, as if it would be overwhelmed at any time, which made people sweat for it.

The huge tires sank slightly under the huge pressure, raising a cloud of dust. Finally, with the tenacious efforts of the crane, the heavy Vibranium fighter left the ground little by little.

"Of course!" Fisk showed a satisfied look on his face, folded his hands in front of his chest, and loudly directed the crane to put the fighter plane into the specially welded container next to it: "Who knows if those Wakanda niggers have installed any equipment on the fighter plane. For safety reasons, we should take this thing to that world and dismantle it first.

Although this thing is very powerful, it is not invincible. If there are only one or two of them, it is just a drop in the bucket and will become the target of public criticism. But if there are ten or a hundred of them, everything will be different.

We will have absolute air superiority, enough to change the entire situation of the war and make everyone tremble under our deterrence! "

Fisk looked determined and continued to shout, "Speed ​​up, don't dawdle!"

Under his command, the crane finally placed the fighter plane steadily into the container.

Fisk then directed the transport truck to stuff the container into the freight elevator.

The door of the freight elevator slowly opened, and the transport truck carefully backed up and approached.

Fisker kept making gestures and loudly reminded the driver to pay attention to the angle and distance.

When the container was aligned with the elevator entrance, the transport vehicle slowly moved forward and pushed the container into the elevator little by little.

"How was the trial of those people?"

Lester lit a cigarette and said, "Boss, we have almost finished the interrogation of those people, but they are very stubborn. We have tried every possible means but they still refuse to say anything..."

Fisk shook his head and tapped his head with his hand. "It doesn't matter who they are. What matters is what they can bring to us... Forget it, don't interrogate them. Pack up and take away those who are still alive. They are in need of laborers over there."

When I heard Fisk talk about this.

Lester perked up immediately.

"Boss, I have an idea."

"what idea?"

“We are still severely understaffed, and a lot of illegal immigrants have recently infiltrated Hell’s Kitchen.

According to our random checks, we found many spies among these illegal immigrants.

However, they are not the most important. What is important is that these illegal immigrants, homeless people, and homeless people have the support of civil rights organizations.

These civil rights organizations gave them tents and food, and directed them to enter Hell's Kitchen. "Lester showed a helpless expression on his face, "Once we send people to drive them away, these civil rights organizations will immediately show up, along with reporters with long guns and short cannons.

With those reporters around, we didn’t dare to do anything excessive. And with the presence of these outspoken people, more and more homeless people are moving towards Hell’s Kitchen.”

It's not like before.

Since the closing ceremony of the hospital.

After Fisk gave his speech openly.

Everyone understood that Fisk wanted to enter politics.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to call all those government officials over.

Since the San Fisk Group has begun to move forward, Lester can no longer act as ruthlessly as before. Although he knows that Fisk does not care much about public opinion, he cannot make decisions for Fisk as a subordinate, so he really has no way to deal with these human rights organizations.

Fisk sneered.

I knew someone was trying to trip me up.

"Give your opinion."

“I was thinking, why don’t we hire these homeless people, take them to places where people and organizations can’t see them, put them in containers and send them out into the world as laborers… If human rights organizations come out and ask us for people, we will say we don’t know where they have gone.

Anyway, they are not in this world, so they will never find them.

Regardless of whether they are real vagabonds or not, once they reach that world, they will have no other choice but to work themselves to death like slaves.

Fisk patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's a good idea. You can do it."

Lester immediately saluted and said, "I guarantee to complete the mission!"

Fisk rolled his eyes and kicked Lester.

"Go aside!"

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The recent situation of Hammer Group is extremely bad.

Affected by the major change in the situation with the end of the United States' foreign war, the Hammer Group's previously blindly expanded assembly lines had to be shut down on a large scale due to the lack of sufficient trade orders to support them.

The employees were in a state of extreme panic, with anxiety and uneasiness written all over their faces, worrying about the possibility of losing their jobs at any time and the uncertain future.

The workshop, which was once bustling with activity, has now become deserted and desolate.

The machines that roared day and night fell into a long silence at this moment, as if silently telling the group's predicament.

In the warehouse, piles of unsold products are like heavy mountains, which not only take up a lot of valuable funds, but also make the originally spacious space crowded.

Justin Hammer was like an ant on a hot pot, and he was in a state of panic. In order to cut costs as much as possible to maintain the operation of the group, he had to make a difficult decision to lay off a large number of employees.

However, this move was like a bombshell, causing great panic and dissatisfaction among employees, further exacerbating the tense and depressing atmosphere within the company.

Communication between departments became chaotic and inefficient, and contradictions and conflicts continued to emerge.

Outside the group, competitors, like sharks smelling blood, took the opportunity to grab market share that originally belonged to the Hammer Group. Former customers, driven by interests, turned to other more competitive and flexible companies without hesitation.

As for banks, the credit rating of Hammer Group has been continuously downgraded. The loans that were once easily available have now become harder to obtain than climbing to the sky. The capital chain is like a taut string, which is in danger of breaking at any time.

Suppliers also lost their patience and came to demand payment, and even threatened to stop supplying goods without mercy, which undoubtedly made the already difficult situation of the Hammer Group worse.

At the same time, public opinion gave extensive coverage to the difficulties of the Hammer Group.

Various negative comments came like a surging tide, accusing the group of strategic mistakes and poor management.

This caused unprecedented damage to the image and reputation of the Hammer Group in the public's mind, and its brand value plummeted.

Justin Hammer was not able to successfully obtain a new order from Ross, although the goods in the warehouse could still be sold to the US Department of Defense and the US Army before this batch of orders was completed.

However, compared with the huge assembly lines that were shut down and built with loans, the money from these goods is just a drop in the bucket.

Before Justin Hammer, in order to please the previous chief of staff and his allies, he built a large number of military factories in the constituencies of some congressmen.

You know, American workers are ridiculously expensive, not to mention their very low efficiency. There is no advantage in building factories in the United States.

Justin Hammer's competitors, including Stark Industries, have long moved most of their factories to areas with low labor costs.

To put it bluntly, at this time, only a fool would build an assembly line factory in the United States.

Justin Hammer is not a fool. The reason he chose to do this is that he believes that the war will take a long time to end as long as the war exists.

Then there will be a steady stream of orders to support Justin Hammer's boiling-frog-style transformation of his group.

But now, Justin Hammer no longer has that time.

Once the time for this last batch of orders is up.

Then the Hammer Group would go bankrupt immediately, the goods in the warehouse would be directly frozen by the bank, the entire group would fall into the embarrassing situation of insolvency, and it would go bankrupt.

He will become a wanderer and homeless person on the street with his wife and children.

In fact, Justin Hammer was not the only one affected.

Many old military-industrial enterprises have also been affected.

But relying on strong capital, it will not be affected too much.

However, upstart companies like Justin Hammer do not have strong capital.

The reason they were able to become rich was entirely due to bank loans, which is also why they are on the verge of bankruptcy due to market adjustments.

The Hammer Group as a family group.

Hammer owns the absolute shares.

Therefore, just like the ancient emperors, power can be directly inherited.

Justine, as Justin's favorite daughter, would have inherited the huge family business if nothing unexpected happened. But unfortunately, an accident had already happened!

"father!"

In the early morning, Justine hurried in from outside, her sneakers tapping on the floor anxiously. Her delicate but immature face was full of worry, and she wanted to help her father solve his problems.

She gasped as her eyes fell on the smashed phone and computer screen on her father's desk.

"What... happened?" Justine's eyes widened, her voice trembling slightly. She quickly walked to her father and gently held his arm. "Dad, don't worry. No matter what happens, Mom and I will face it with you."