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

"Mom...are you going to divorce Dad?"

Gwen is not a fool. Even though she attends an aristocratic high school in New York, it does not mean that all the students in the aristocratic high school are well-educated and from wealthy families.

In fact, at this age, in this environment and atmosphere... Gwen immediately guessed most of it, but she was still not very sure in her heart.

“Why do you think so?

Your father and I have never had an argument."

“When my father rescued me that day, he didn’t show up at all, and afterwards it was as if nothing had happened… He didn’t know what happened that day.

Mother, did you go out to dinner with Mr. Fisk?"

Mrs. Stacy was stunned by Gwen's question. After thinking for a while, she smiled and touched her head. "Each of us has our own life. We all have our own life. It's just that we met someone when we should meet that person. If we hadn't met that person, life might have remained the same."

Gwen nodded as if she understood, then lowered her head and thought for a while, "Mom, no matter where you go, Gwen will follow you."

"Little girl, don't you want your father?"

"He has a job and can't take care of me. The only one who can protect me at the critical moment is my mother."

Mrs. Stacy's face flushed at Gwen's words, but she immediately showed a gentle expression on her face; "People say that daughters are their fathers' little cotton-padded jackets, but I feel that you are your mother's intimate cotton-padded jacket."

"Uh-huh!"

"Okay, go take a shower. I also need to change clothes and make dinner. What do you want to eat today?"

“I want to eat pasta!”

"No problem, I will make sure my baby girl has my famous spaghetti bolognese."

Mrs. Stacy no longer doubted Gwen when she saw her.

I felt a lot more at ease immediately.

He raised his legs and walked towards the room.

However, the strange feeling coming from her thigh made it difficult for her to move forward.

More importantly, she felt something slowly sliding down her legs.

"Gwen, didn't your teacher say anything about what happened a few days ago?"

"No, the kidnapper asked for leave for me in school, and the teachers thought I was leaving on leave."

"Oh, so that's how it is!" Mrs. Stacy thought of Lester, who had been tortured by her with a scalpel, and couldn't help but sneered in her heart.

This guy is quite reliable, it's worth it that I keep him alive.

"Mom!" She suddenly stopped again, and a confused voice burst out from her mouth: "Mom, you, what is that on your leg!"

Gwen didn't know what she saw, but her face, which had originally returned to smiling, became strange again, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Mrs. Stacy's heart skipped a beat when she heard that.

But she still pretended to be calm and looked at her legs as if nothing had happened. She had taken off her coat and hung it on the coat rack at the door. Her high-heeled boots had also been taken off. Under her black skirt, she was wearing slightly wrinkled stockings and a pair of brown slippers. Her thighs were as slender as two long chocolate bars, and her black stockings fit Mrs. Stacy's skin perfectly.

Because she had been gritting her teeth and persevering, she did not show any obvious abnormality.

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"Sorry, this place is blocked.

No one, no entry!" Fisk was stopped at the entrance to Hell's Kitchen.

This is unexpected, but also reasonable.

Coast Guard soldiers blocked off the entire Hell's Kitchen.

While clearing out the gang members, they also drove out the homeless and ordinary residents.

The Italians and Russians who were not involved had already evacuated temporarily, all to the base outside Hell's Kitchen. Even Bloodthirsty Maria had been evacuated. Only the Irish and Mexicans were not seen.

Of course, it is possible that some of the Irish were also evacuated.

However, they are likely to blend in with the residents and therefore are not very conspicuous.

He took out his cell phone and dialed the number.

It was Lester who answered the phone.

"Huh? You turned against us?

I called Fa Zi, why are you the one answering the phone?"

Lester, who was squatting in the ventilation duct, rolled his eyes.

Looking at the unconscious Fazi, the dying Ena Maynard and Melanie, "If I had betrayed you, all of your female subordinates would have been killed... Did you kill a Mexican named Anno Salamanca?"

Fisk narrowed his eyes, "How did you know?

Who told you that?

Only four people knew about this matter. Lester was not present at the time, so it is impossible for him to know about it!

Lester's mouth twitched with a forced smile, and he tapped lightly on the phone with his fingers a few times. The sound immediately reached Fisk's ears.

Fisk could tell that they were probably in something like a steel ventilation duct at this moment.

Because, through the sound coming from the microphone, Fisk could hear a clear echo, although it was not very loud, it was eye-catching enough.

"You mean to say that no one told you?"

“Mexicans release snakes in the middle of the neighborhood.

This snake seems to be some kind of genetic weapon. I have seen it in the documents of the Ministry of Defense before. "Lester suddenly stopped talking here, squinted his eyes and felt the vibration coming from outside. After making sure there was no sound, he continued: "This kind of snake has a very strong sense of smell and perception.

In other words, it is thousands of times more sensitive than a dog. Mexicans rely on this snake to find the person who fired the gun, and thus find your hiding place.

The three women under your command were quite capable and successfully resisted the Mexican raid.

But there are also experts on the other side.

In addition, the Irish also helped a lot.

Still, we were stuck in Hell’s Kitchen!

The Mexicans brought in a group of international mercenaries.

The leader was a guy called Yeke, a mutant. When he ran, khaki scales would grow all over his body. He was extremely fast, extremely strong, and invulnerable to swords and guns. He was only blown away by a rocket launcher.

The other side has the cover of international mercenaries. Two women under your command were injured, one seriously and the other lightly. Only Melanie is fine!" Lester suddenly seemed to remember something and glanced at the box beside him, "By the way, I brought out all your boxes for you! However, they said you seemed to have another box. I didn't know where it was, so I didn't help you take it out. Now I can only pray that it doesn't fall into the hands of the Mexicans!"

Fisk narrowed his eyes.

By the time he answered the phone, he had already reached the front of the cordon.

As long as he climbed over the cordon, he could enter Hell's Kitchen.

"It's okay, as long as you're alive it's okay.

As long as you are not dead, everything is possible to start over again."

“It’s just that he’s not dead yet, unless there are any accidents.

They’ll be on your tail soon!”

Lester suddenly stopped talking again, squinting his eyes and listening attentively. In the distance, Melanie had also raised her hand, indicating that someone was coming.

"I'll be there soon!" Fisker set up a cordon, and the patrolling soldier came over immediately, "Sir, please don't touch the cordon!"

"Okay!" Fisk hung up the phone with a gentle smile on his face.

Although Fisk's face and expression did not look like a good person, especially his huge body that was as big as a mountain. The strong sense of oppression made the soldier raise the muzzle of his gun slightly.

Gently loosened the cordon.

The soldiers slowly lowered their guns.

But in the next second, a foot had already been printed on his chest. Even though he was wearing a bulletproof vest, the soldier still floated backwards like a straw. The assault rifle in his hand was also thrown out, but a broad palm successfully grabbed the handle of the gun, preventing the accidental discharge. "I'll borrow your gun for a while, and I'll return it to you after use!" As he said this, he had already climbed over the cordon and quickly rushed into the interior of Hell's Kitchen.

The soldiers in the distance didn't react until then. Without any hesitation, they immediately opened fire. Dense bullets bit Fisk's back.

But Fisk was able to dodge the bullets flexibly every time at the critical moment, and disappeared around the corner of the street in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 25 Kingpin's name appeared in the ears of most people for the first time.

“Hey, has anyone told you guys?

Do you always feel uncomfortable following a snake? "

pangolin.

Or, more accurately, Mr. Tom.

His entire body was covered in khaki scales, and he looked like an oversized human-shaped pangolin.

He has sharp claws, hard scales, the ability to penetrate mountains and rocks, and is invulnerable to swords and guns. He is considered a relatively powerful mutant. More importantly, he is not on the blacklist of the US government.

Therefore, you can walk freely on the free land of the United States.

He is very strong, which does not mean that he has closed teeth and sharp claws, but that he has a super strong recovery ability. Even if he is hit head-on by a howitzer or a rocket, he will not suffer fatal injuries. At most, he will be blown over and will recover quickly.

He was followed by more than twenty fully armed soldiers.

These twenty fully armed soldiers, dressed in black combat uniforms and wearing night vision goggles, walked quietly around the pangolin, alternating with each other, constantly changing their formation, and their firepower configuration was also perfect.

Although they all held almost identical combat rifles in their hands, the heavy firepower they carried behind them was completely different.

Some people carried tactical howitzers on their backs, some carried rocket launchers, and even worse, the caliber of the rocket launchers behind some were almost as big as their heads.

They all have resolute faces and cold eyes, but what attracts the most attention is the unique badge on their chest.

It was a black background, but on it was embroidered a badge of an octopus-like monster with eight legs. But if you look closely, you will find that those are not eight legs, but eight smaller heads.

No response was received.

Pangolin shrugged and didn't say much.

Still following in the center of the team.

Right in front of them, a small green snake, no more than fifteen centimeters long, was slowly swinging its body. While crawling forward, it kept sticking out its tongue, feeling the temperature and smell in the air.

From the appearance of the snake, it is clear that it is not a native creature of Hell's Kitchen.

Although there are snakes in Hell's Kitchen, they are never so fancy. They look like colorful caterpillars, which can't help but make people feel a creepy fear from the depths of their souls.