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

There was a sudden fluctuation in the air nearby, and a blood-red ball of light appeared.

Fisk reached out to grab it.

But the broken red light ship suddenly burst into dazzling flames.

Followed by.

A mass of flesh and blood began to grow out of thin air.

Salishi's voice came from the air again.

"Let me help you, dear!"

Salishi hadn't finished speaking yet.

The resurrected Norma fell to the ground.

He looked exactly the same as when he was killed by Fisk.

Even the pale face and the wound on the chest seemed lifelike.

only.

Different from when Fisk killed him.

He is still alive now.

Louise looks at her resurrected son.

An expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.

But just as Louise showed a look of joy on her face, Fisk grabbed her head, then raised his foot and stepped on Norma's head. He applied a little force with his foot, and immediately there was a crisp sound of bones, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Are you happy?

Mrs. Louise? "Louise's joy froze instantly, replaced by fear and anger.

She struggled to break free from Fisk's control, but Fisk's power was far beyond her ability to contend with.

"Fisk, you promised that you would save Norma as long as I obey you." Louise's voice trembled and her eyes were full of despair.

"Yes, I have brought him back to life. I paid a price for this, as you can see." The smile on Fisk's face became more and more ferocious. "I killed him, and now I have saved him. Logically speaking, we should be even. But is this really the case?

I actually gave more, didn't I?

In this case, how are you going to compensate me?"

Louise looked at her resurrected son with mixed feelings. She didn't understand what Fisk meant.

The joy that had just surged was replaced by endless worry. Sadness flashed across her eyes, and that sadness was like a deep lake, filled with despair and helplessness.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Fisk, the expression on her face gradually changing from initial struggle to resignation.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes seemed to tell of her inner pain. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Louise's eyes were first filled with anger and indomitable will. She glared at Fisk as if she wanted to pierce him with her eyes.

Her cheeks flushed slightly with anger, and her clenched teeth showed her inner stubbornness.

However, her anger gradually faded when she saw her son's frail appearance and Fisk's cold and ruthless eyes.

Instead, she felt a deep sense of helplessness. Her eyes became dim, and her originally straight back slightly bent. She knew that in front of this powerful man, her resistance was so powerless. A bitter smile appeared on her face, which was full of self-mockery and sadness.

Finally, she lowered her head and sighed softly. There was only resignation in her eyes, as if she had accepted the arrangement of fate. She knew that even if Norma had been resurrected, she had no choice but to succumb to Fisk's control.

Her long golden hair fell down, covering her face, making it difficult to see her expression at the moment. However, when she slowly raised her head and made that shocking move, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

Louise gently kissed the sole of Fisk's foot that was stepping on Norma, with a flattering smile on her face, like a bitch wagging her tail to beg for mercy. Her eyes were full of humility and flattery, and her former pride and self-esteem disappeared at this moment.

"Master, what do you want me to do?"

Her voice was soft and trembling, full of endless obedience. She tried to raise the corners of her mouth, trying to make her smile more brilliant to please the man in front of her who controlled their fate.

There were still traces of tears on her cheeks, which were the testimony of the pain she shed in despair and helplessness.

But at this moment, she didn't dare to show the slightest sadness and could only pretend to be flattering.

Her hands were trembling slightly, and she placed them nervously at both sides of her body, as if she was waiting for Fisk's order and was ready to go through fire and water for him at any time.

Her body leaned forward slightly, her posture extremely humble, as if to show Fisk her loyalty and obedience.

Fisk gently grasped Louise's chin, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness and teasing. Fisk said, "Norma, my favorite thing to do in New York is to have sex with girls and suck their blood."

There was a flash of fear in Louise's eyes and her body trembled slightly.

Fisk loosened his hands, stood up, and began to take off his suit?

“He always wanted to have a child of his own with Monica.

To this end, he even used his own blood to transform Monica's body, wanting to make her a high-level vampire bride.

But it's a pity.

He tried hard for many years, but still had no children of his own.

I think he must be very curious, how can a vampire bride get pregnant?

I am a considerate person who enjoys helping others." While he was talking, Fisk had already taken off his clothes, revealing his rock-hard muscles.

"Let's demonstrate how the vampire bride gets pregnant, shall we?"

(I won’t write it down, just read it yourself.)

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Half a day later.

Downstairs of the Fisk Building in Marvel World.

"Come again!"

Fisk was wearing only his trousers, with his left and right hands tied with iron chains as thick as his thighs. He stood there firmly, like an unshakable mountain.

That strong body seemed to be made of the hardest rock and steel, every muscle was as distinct as a sculpture and full of power.

His bronze skin shone with a metallic luster in the sun, as if he could withstand any strong impact. His shoulders were broad and strong, as if he could carry the weight of the world.

His bulging chest muscles were like a hard shield, giving people a strong sense of security. The blue veins on his sturdy arms were like winding dragons, highlighting his amazing strength. His abdomen was tight and well-shaped, and his eight abdominal muscles were like rows of hard stones, exuding an air of tenacity.

His legs were like thick tree trunks, firmly rooted in the ground, as if no force could move him at all.

He was pulled in the middle by two heavy trucks with chains. As the two heavy trucks continued to exert force, the iron chains made a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.

The heavy iron chain seemed like it would break at any time under the huge pulling force, but it held on tenaciously.

Fisk's body was stretched tight, and every muscle fiber was under tremendous pressure.

However, his expression remained calm.

The pulling force of two heavy trucks is enough to tear an ordinary person into pieces in an instant. Bones will break under the huge pressure, muscles will be ruthlessly torn away from the body, and blood will splatter everywhere.

They might scream in fear and despair, and then be completely destroyed by this powerful force.

Fisk, on the other hand, strolled leisurely, as if he felt no physical pain.

Lester held a beer in his hand and looked at everything below with an expressionless face. He bared his teeth and took a big sip of the beer in his hand.

"Lester, is it really okay for your boss to be like this?"

Mrs. Stacy looked at the two heavy trucks below, the white smoke that erupted when the wheels rubbed against the ground, and Fisk who was tied up by two iron chains, and she felt a lingering fear.

Her heart beat faster involuntarily, as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

She clenched her hands tightly together, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all. Her eyes were wide open, full of fear and worry.

She was extremely shocked by the powerful force emanating from the two heavy trucks, as if they were two unstoppable beasts.

And under the pull of this force, Fisk seemed so small, yet so tenacious.

She imagined that if she were in Fisk's position, she would have been torn to pieces by this terrifying force.

The thought gave her a chill and her body trembled slightly.

Her breathing also became rapid, as if the air had become thinner.

"Ma'am, ordinary people might be torn to pieces, but this may not be a problem for the boss." Lester took another sip of the beer in his hand and leaned against the wall.

"I'm back!" Ena Maynard walked into the room carrying a box of beer, followed by Mina and Mai Shiranui.

Mai Shiranui is wearing a hot maid outfit, which completely conceals her original sharpness. The black stockings tightly wrap around her slender legs, outlining the graceful lines, as if it is a mysterious temptation in the dark night. The texture of the stockings vaguely reveals the color of the skin, giving people a hazy beauty.

The bunny maid outfit shows off her cuteness and charm to the fullest.

White lace trims on the neckline and cuffs add a touch of sweetness.

The most eye-catching thing is her towering peak.

The tight design of the maid outfit perfectly highlights the plump curves, like two towering peaks, exuding an irresistible charm.

As she moved, the mountain peak trembled slightly, as if containing endless vitality, but Mai Shiranui's eyes were dull, which formed a strong contrast with this hot outfit.

They each held a box of beer in their hands. Mina reached out for the ice beer bucket and put the beer bottles in her hand into it one by one. Then she turned around to look at Mai Shiranui, took a bottle of beer that was already ice-cold from the barrel next to her, and stuffed it into her narrow collar.

Mai Shiranui trembled slightly, and the cold touch spread instantly.

Her brows knitted slightly, with a complicated expression on her face. The cold beer pressed tightly against her towering chest, like a piece of ice pressed against a blazing flame.

She could clearly feel the coolness of the beer seeping through her thin maid outfit and into her skin, causing her body, which had been warm and hot, to shudder.

Her heartbeat seemed to slow down at this moment, and the sudden coldness made her feel dazed. She subconsciously wanted to reach out and take out the beer, but her body seemed to be frozen and unable to move.

Her eyes were still empty, but the cold stimulation made her consciousness briefly clear.

She lowered her head slightly, looking at the bottle of beer stuck in her chest, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

The water droplets on the beer bottle sparkled with crystal light under the light, as if reflecting the unspeakable confusion and helplessness deep in her heart.

“No, take it out and stuff it in my mouth.” Mina whispered, then took a bottle of beer and went to the window.

He looked at Fisk right below with burning eyes.

"Come again, come again!" Fisk suddenly shouted. Angela and Vulture, who were driving the vehicle, saw through the rearview mirror that Fisk had grabbed the thick chain with all his strength. They stopped hesitating and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The engine made a deafening roar and the heavy truck rushed forward like a roaring beast.

The wheels spun rapidly, rubbing violently against the ground, raising large amounts of smoke and dust.

The iron chain suddenly stretched straight, making a terrifying clanging sound, as if it would break at any time.

Fisk's body was pulled violently again, his muscles were as tight as steel, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His muscles began to slowly wriggle, a rhythm full of power. Each muscle seemed to have its own life, like a giant python ready to go, slowly moving under the skin.