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

But when the door was opened, it was not his nephew Peter Parker, but a woman, a short woman dressed as a secretary, with red hair.

May Parker was slightly startled. Her eyes first fell on the woman's red hair. The bright color like flames was particularly dazzling in the dim light. The woman was wearing a well-fitting black secretary suit, simple and capable. The collar of the white shirt was slightly open, revealing the delicate collarbone, adding a bit of feminine beauty.

The black short skirt wrapped around her hips perfectly, showing off her beautiful curves.

Her legs were wrapped in black stockings, making her look slender and long.

She was wearing a pair of black high heels. The heels were not too high, but they made her look more upright.

May Parker subconsciously looked down at the woman, and then he noticed the height difference between them. The woman was only as tall as May Parker's shoulders, but her small body exuded a powerful aura.

May Parker secretly marveled in her heart. Although this woman was not tall, she gave people a feeling that she could not be ignored. Her eyes revealed a kind of firmness and confidence, as if nothing could stump her.

If Fisk were here, he would definitely recognize that this is Agent Natasha.

Agent Natasha raised her head slightly and looked at May Parker, with a barely perceptible light flashing in her eyes.

The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a polite yet mysterious smile. May Parker felt a little uncomfortable with her gaze. She didn't know why this woman appeared here, nor did she know what her purpose was.

But she could feel that the appearance of this woman was related to Fisk.

"Hello, can I come in?" Natasha's tone was very calm and gentle, but it revealed an irresistible feeling.

"Please come in!" May Parker stepped aside to let Natasha in, then gently closed the door. When she looked back, she found that Natasha had already started to walk around the room, seemingly inspecting the layout of the room, but from May Parker's angle, she could clearly see an instrument under her palm, which was flashing red light.

May Parker's heart suddenly tightened, and a feeling of uneasiness came over her. She didn't know what this instrument was used for, but from Natasha's actions, it was obviously not an ordinary thing.

May Parker looked at Natasha nervously, trying to find some clues from her expression. However, Natasha's face remained calm, making it hard to understand. She walked slowly, carefully observing every corner of the room, as if looking for some important clues.

May Parker couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, who are you? What do you want from me?"

Natasha stopped and turned her head slightly to look at May Parker, with a barely perceptible light flashing in her eyes.

"Don't be nervous, ma'am. Do you remember the resume you submitted to Stark Industries last week?" Her voice was still calm, but with a majesty that could not be ignored.

May Parker stared at the instrument in Natasha's hand, her heart full of doubts and worries. "I remember, but what does that have to do with you?"

Natasha continued to inspect the room, speaking in high-sounding words. "Stark Industries attaches great importance to every job applicant, and we need to conduct a comprehensive investigation of the candidates. Your resume has attracted our attention, so I came here to learn about your living environment and personal situation." Her steps were light and graceful, and her eyes scanned every corner of the room sharply. May Parker watched her actions, and her doubts grew deeper and deeper, but she did not dare to interrupt her easily.

As Natasha walked, she asked May Parker some questions seemingly casually, about her work experience, interests and hobbies, etc.

May Parker answered carefully, keeping an eye on the instrument in Natasha's hand.

Finally, after a long wait, the instrument in Natasha's hand emitted a green light, which proved that there was no monitoring equipment installed in the entire room.

Natasha's expression relaxed a little. She stopped and looked at May Parker: "Very good, it seems that your living environment is safe. Now, we can talk about other things." Natasha showed a gentle smile on her face, and the serious temperament just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

May Parker's tension eased a little, but she still looked at Natasha warily, wondering what the purpose of this mysterious woman was.

Natasha looked at May Parker and said slowly: "First of all, I would like to introduce my true identity to you. I am Natasha, an agent."

May Parker's eyes widened in surprise. Natasha continued, "We noticed the relationship between you and Fisk.

Fisk is an extremely dangerous person. He is ruthless and will do anything to achieve his goals.

He controls a huge underground force and poses a serious threat to world security."

May Parker's pupils suddenly shrank.

But she soon calmed down.

Her brain was working rapidly, and she secretly wondered if this was a test.

After all, her relationship with Fisk was complicated, and this mysterious woman who suddenly appeared claimed to be an agent of SHIELD, and it all seemed to come too suddenly. She narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully observing Natasha's expression and behavior, trying to find some clues from it.

However, Natasha's expression remained calm and composed, without any sign of disguise or deception.

May Parker bit her lip lightly and decided not to express her opinion easily.

She said cautiously: “What you said is indeed shocking, but how can I be sure that what you said is true?

Maybe this is just a trap.”

Natasha seemed to have anticipated May Parker's reaction. She calmly took out an ID from her pocket and showed it to May Parker.

“Here is my SHIELD agent ID, you can check it carefully.

We have no ill intentions, we just hope you can help us fight against Fisk, a dangerous man." May Parker took the certificate and examined it carefully.

The logo and information on the certificate looked very formal, but she still didn't believe it completely. She returned the certificate to Natasha and said, "Even if you really are a SHIELD agent, what can I do? I'm just an ordinary person."

Natasha smiled and said, "You have had contact with Fisk, you may know some information that is useful to us. Moreover, your nephew Peter Parker may also be in danger because of Fisk. We need your help."

May Parker still did not make any statement.

Just from the documents she had seen these days.

Fisk is a decent businessman without any problems. Moreover, he is a philanthropist and a person who really wants to do practical things. At least, the construction salary receipts and the receipts of various construction teams are impossible to be faked. Although, his attitude towards himself is very bad, and he is an absolute pervert.

May Parker subconsciously touched the collar on her neck. Her fingers gently slid across the edge of the collar, and a complex emotion surged in her heart. Her face was slightly red, and there was a trace of confusion in her eyes. She should have taken off the collar when she got home, but for some reason she didn't take it off. This collar seemed to have an invisible magic that made it difficult for her to get rid of it.

She thought of Fisk's domineering eyes and cold words, and her heart trembled. She knew she was so small and helpless in front of Fisk, but she couldn't resist his charm. Her body seemed to have gotten used to the existence of the collar, and sometimes she even felt that the collar gave her a sense of security. She realized that she had developed a slave mentality towards Fisk, which made her feel ashamed and afraid, but she couldn't help herself.

But it doesn't seem as evil as this woman said.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." After a brief hesitation, May Parker finally gave up. She lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look directly into Natasha's eyes. Her heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, she was afraid of Fisk's revenge, and on the other hand, she was skeptical of what Natasha said. She didn't know who to trust, nor did she know what to do.

Natasha's tone became serious, she was not ready to give up, "You may have only seen one side of him, but in fact, there are countless conspiracies and crimes hidden behind him.

He takes advantage of others and manipulates situations just to satisfy his own selfish desires.

His existence is like a time bomb, which may bring great disaster to you and the people around you at any time. "May Parker listened to Natasha's words, and fear surged in her heart. She began to realize that she was involved in an extremely dangerous situation.

Natasha looked at May Parker's reaction and knew that she had begun to realize the seriousness of the problem. "We need your help. You can access a lot of information that we can't... We have sent people to try to get close to Fisk more than once, but they all ended in failure. And those people all disappeared, as if they had never existed, and it was difficult for us to obtain key intelligence.

We have been watching you for a long time.

Know that you and he are not the same kind of people.

And your location can help us get a lot of useful information.”

Natasha paused, staring at May Parker, and continued, "You may feel that you are just an ordinary person and cannot fight against a powerful person like Fisk. But you should know that your actions may save countless lives. Fisk is a butcher who kills without blinking an eye. He is definitely not an ordinary entrepreneur as you appear on the surface.

Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your nephew.

He is your only relative in this world."

But May Parker was resolute. "No, I can't do this. I'm just an ordinary person and I don't want to get involved in these dangerous things. I have my own life and my nephew to take care of. I don't want us to be put in danger because of this." May Parker's eyes revealed determination and resoluteness.

Natasha looked at May Parker and sighed slightly. She understood May Parker's concerns, but she also knew that without May Parker's help, their task against Fisk would be more difficult. "I understand your concerns, but please think about it again.

Fisk's existence is a huge threat to the entire world.

If you can provide some useful information, we may be able to stop his conspiracy and protect more people." Natasha tried to persuade May Parker again.

However, May Parker remained unmoved. "I'm sorry, I really can't help you.

I didn't want to take any chances or put my nephew in any harm's way.

Also, please rest assured that I will not tell Fisk what happened today, but I hope you will not come to me again in the future."

After May Parker finished speaking, she turned and walked to the door, opened it, and made a gesture to see the guest off.

Natasha shook her head helplessly, she knew she couldn't force May Parker. She walked out of the room, stopped at the door, and looked back at May Parker.

"I hope you won't regret your decision. If you change your mind, you can contact me anytime." After saying that, Natasha turned and left.

Close the door gently.

A hint of hesitation flashed across May Parker's eyes again.

She was silent for a moment and decided to keep the matter to herself.

In addition, she just discovered.

A business card was placed on the table in the distance at some point.

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Accident?"

"Or, are you setting up an ambush?"

Sister Maria looked at the truck blocking the road ahead and a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

Although, during this period of time, she has completely regained the feeling she had when she was a nun. She has no desires and no demands. Apart from praying and taking care of orphans every day, she studies the golden Bible.

But don't forget that she was the founder of Bloody Maria before.

The truck was lying across the middle of the road, its huge body like an insurmountable mountain.

The metal shell gleams with a cold luster under the light, and the mottled marks on the body tell of its past travails.

The cargo box of the truck was tilted on the ground, like a giant beast with bared fangs and claws, exuding a dangerous aura.

From Sister Maria's perspective, the tire of the truck was flat, as if it had experienced a fierce struggle. The goods in the cargo box were scattered all over the ground, and the messy scene made people feel a little uneasy.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and carefully observed the environment around the truck. The trees on both sides of the road stood quietly, as if silently witnessing everything.

The wind blew through the leaves, making a rustling sound, as if warning her of the danger ahead.

There were many other cars stuck in the traffic, and many people had started yelling and cursing.

The honking of car horns and people's complaints and curses mixed together, making the originally quiet road noisy.

Sister Maria looked at the people stuck on the road, their faces full of anxiety and anger. Some people got out of their cars to check the situation, while others kept making phone calls in their cars. Some drivers tried to bypass the truck, but the narrow road prevented them from succeeding.

This is the only way to enter New York. If you want to enter New York, you must pass through here. The sun has set, and the twilight slowly descends like a huge curtain, covering the entire road in darkness. The lights of the city in the distance flicker, as if calling the trapped people. However, at this time, the road is firmly blocked by this truck, making it impossible to move forward.

Sister Maria frowned slightly, and the uneasiness in her heart became stronger. At this moment, she suddenly noticed a heavy truck in the distance that looked fully armed, and there were more than a dozen black Hummers around it, guarding it like loyal guards.

The huge body of the heavy truck looked particularly majestic in the night, and the metal shell reflected a faint light.

The car seemed to be loaded with something important, which made people curious.

Those black Hummers exuded a cold atmosphere, and their windows were closed, so it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Sister Maria's eyes became sharper as she realized this was no ordinary convoy.

"Sister!" The gunman who was responsible for protecting her walked to her side with steady steps. His eyes were full of concern and vigilance, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree, as if he was ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

"We won't be able to get back anytime soon, but don't worry. We've called for help and a motorbike convoy is on the way.

They are very fast and I believe they will arrive here soon.

They will pick you up first then.

We will continue to hold our ground here, waiting for the road to be cleared or further instructions. Please rest assured that we will do our best to protect you. This is the death order given to us by the boss. "The gunman's words were firm and powerful, giving people a sense of security, but when he said the word "boss", his tone trembled, and he was obviously full of fear of Fisk.