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

And not Irish at the same time.

Although, the boss grew up in Hell's Kitchen and never went to college.

But the identity of "our own people" is enough to explain the problem.

Otherwise, why would the Irish godfather be arrested?

It's because those backers are afraid that the Irish will become too powerful!"

While a few people were chatting, the gunfire outside became more and more frequent.

It seemed that both sides had really started fighting, and the dense gunfire meant that the two sides had reached the point of a fight to the death.

It wasn't until a loud explosion echoed throughout Hell's Kitchen that a brief silence came into being.

In the distance, billowing black smoke appeared!

Immediately afterwards, the shock wave came and the window glass was quickly covered with cracks.

However, because the distance was far enough, the glass on the window did not explode like a fragmentation grenade, it just cracked.

But Fazi was still startled and stepped back several steps.

"C4?"

Ena Maynard was worthy of her reputation as a demolition expert. She had guessed the basic information about the explosives just by listening to the sound.

"Are these people crazy?"

The corners of Erna Maynard's mouth twitched in a forced smile.

"Using guns or grenades means that this is just a fight between two gangs, and this is Hell's Kitchen, so it's highly unlikely that anyone would interfere.

But if C4 is used...it means it's a terrorist attack!"

Fisk looked at the airship slowly flying towards Hell's Kitchen below him.

This airship is indeed a product of an advertising company.

At this moment, seeing the explosion in the city in the distance, instead of retreating away, they moved closer, as if they wanted the diners on the airship to appreciate the "beautiful scenery" below.

Mrs. Stacy also heard the noise coming from next door.

His expression suddenly turned ugly.

She specifically asked about George Stacy before coming.

The answer was that he needed a meeting.

But why does it appear here?

Even if you want to have dinner with some high-ranking officials, you should never come here.

In a sense, this airship restaurant can be called a romantic journey.

Simply put, most of the people who come here are couples.

After all, only romantic lovers come to the sky to pursue the so-called style.

However, Mrs. Stacy had no intention of going over to find out what was going on.

I'm too lazy to pursue anything.

Ever since the phone call failed that day, she had been completely discouraged.

The door was pushed open.

The waiter brought in steak and sea bass from outside, as well as a bottle of already decanted red wine, and a complete set of tableware and plates. "You two, this bottle of wine is a gift from the lady across the street. She requested that the airship hover over Hell's Kitchen and stay there for a while.

To this end, she gave the two of them a bottle of 94 Lapel wine to express her apology.

Please do not leave the room for the rest of the trip. If you need anything, please press the bell on the window and I will come to serve you at any time! "

It was at this time that Fisk noticed that the waiter's face looked a little ugly. He looked like a frightened little lamb, about to cry.

However, he suppressed the fear in his heart and patiently explained to the two of them. Only his twitching tone and shaking hands showed that he was filled with anxiety.

Mrs. Stacy frowned and was about to say something.

Fisk held her hand and shook his head slightly.

Mrs. Stacy fell silent immediately.

"Thank you for your cooperation. I won't bother you any more."

"Enjoy your meal, both of you."

The waiter turned and left, closing the door as he went.

"It's okay, Mrs. Stacy. We've seen the beautiful sunset. Although Hell's Kitchen is a chaotic area, it is still the center of a city. When it gets dark, we can just take a look at the night view of the surrounding city.

We are so tall that bullets can't hit us at all. It's just right. I also want to see who will win!"

Under Fisk's comfort.

Mrs. Stacy gradually calmed down.

Yes, it’s so high, how is it possible for a bullet to hit it?

Also, listen to the crackling gunfire coming from below.

Mrs. Stacy recalled the scene when she and Fisk faced many gang members alone.

He couldn't help but feel his heart gradually getting excited, and even the tempting and delicious food in front of him became less delicious. All his attention slowly shifted to Fisk.

He took a sip of the wine in his hand.

George Stacy's roaring voice was heard again from outside the door.

"Give me back my phone, damn it!"

However, Mrs. Stacy seemed not to have heard it and hugged Fisk again, "Is the bass delicious?"

"It tastes OK, but the chef might have been scared and put a little too much salt."

"Can you give me a taste? I'll exchange it for wine." Mrs. Stacy's eyes were blurred. She slowly drank the wine in the glass and her eyes met Fisk's!

"Of course! I'd love to!"

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Chapter 24 Gwen Stacy: Mom, what's wrong with you!

"call!"

The fixed-wing aircraft flew across the sky.

Dazzling white air waves drifted among the clouds.

There was an explosion in the middle of a city, a big city like New York.

If the National Guard doesn't show up, there will be a big problem.

Mrs. Stacy held the door and returned home.

The door to the room opened and Gwen's head popped out.

"Mom, are you back?"

Gwen clearly noticed that Mrs. Stacy's face had an inexplicable blush, and there seemed to be a light sweat on her cheeks that continued to flow down. Her eyes were slightly drooping, but there was a vague sense of weirdness in her eyes. A thin mist floated on her long eyelashes, and she looked as red as a ripe apple.

This made Gwen come over with some confusion, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Stacy raised her head in a panic. She didn't expect Gwen to be at home. But when she thought about the chaos outside, it was normal for her to be at home. "Ah? No, nothing happened?

Gwen, didn't you go to the library today?"

"The library closed early and the teacher told us all to go home and not go anywhere. What's wrong with you, mom? Why is your face so red?" Gwen's expression became even more confused.

"Yes, yes?"

Gwen wanted to ask more questions, but Mrs. Stacy interrupted her thoughts as if unintentionally, "Gwen, my bag is in the car, can you help me get it from the garage?

Here are the car keys."

"Okay, no problem, Mom!" Although Gwen still had some questions in her mind, she didn't want to ask any more questions. She reached out to take the car keys and turned around to leave.

But the moment she opened the door and stepped on the ground, she felt something under her feet.

Gwen was stunned, and then she saw that there was a pile of glue-like stuff on the ground at the door. It was sticky and when she stepped on it, it was like stepping on half-dried mud.

Gwen squinted his eyes. Because it was raining and the sky was dark, he couldn't see clearly. He stopped and bent down, ready to take a closer look, while his palm quickly touched the pool of mucus.

Gwen's action caught Mrs. Stacy's attention. She quickly stepped forward and pretended to step on the puddle of slime accidentally. While gently moving her foot to destroy the evidence, she had a puzzled expression on her face. "Gwen, what are you looking at?"

Gwen looked at her nervous mother with some doubts, her big eyes flickering constantly. She put her finger to her nose and sniffed: "Mom, what is this?"

Mrs. Stacy avoided her sight and said, "I don't know, it's probably the excrement left by a stray dog ​​wandering around the door!"

It’s so dirty, go wash your hands quickly.”

"Stray dog?"

Gwen immediately showed an expression of disgust on her face. He could sense that the thing on his finger did have a faint fishy smell, but it was not that kind of fishy smell. Instead, it had an indescribable smell that made her sniff again.

Mrs. Stacy looked a little flustered. She quickly pulled her up and pushed her into the house. "Okay, okay, go wash your hands. Haven't you eaten yet? I'll go get you some food."

Gwen blinked her big eyes.

As a top student, she is not stupid. She can feel that her mother is hiding something from her?

But she didn't know how to say it.

Mrs. Stacy saw that she had been fooled, and she felt a little relieved, so she pulled her into the room.

Gwen was pulled into the house with doubts, but she suddenly smelled a strange smell again. This smell was particularly familiar... Almost exactly the same as the one she just smelled. Her eyebrows slightly wrinkled. Gwen suddenly saw that Mrs. Stacy's walking posture was particularly strange now, with her legs slightly together, and her knees almost touching each other. She couldn't help but ask, "Mom, what's wrong with your legs?"

Mrs. Stacy panicked and stopped subconsciously. She also covered the area with her hand subconsciously, obviously trying to hide something.

Gwen's eyes were filled with more doubt, and she was about to ask something else.

"Go wash your hands! I'm going to make dinner first!"

Mrs. Stacy knew that Gwen was not young anymore.

If he continued to be pursued like this, he might be exposed soon, so he simply raised his voice and forced an end to the matter.