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

"Hey, be aware of your identity!" Ross interrupted the voice on the other end of the phone impatiently, "Stryker, remember, you are only a brigadier general, and I am an admiral." Ross put down the poker cards in his hand, "I have seen your plan and I agree with it, but you did not tell me in advance about the transfer of prisoners this time, and I did not find any backup of yours in the files. Can you tell me why?"

Stryker said without thinking: "Of course, it's for confidentiality. There is a mutant traitor in our system, at the top of our system. The reason why every time I operate intelligence, it is because someone leaked the information."

"Are you saying that I'm a mole among the mutants?"

Stryker fell silent.

Ross snorted coldly, put down the poker cards in his hand completely, and no longer wanted to listen to Stryker's explanation: "I have just received an application from the New York prosecutor.

Fisk has imprisoned all mutant prisoners in a special prison in New York City. According to the law, you need to pay Fisk a bounty and related honors according to the standards for serious criminals.

Then, you go through the procedures yourself and take the mutants out of the special prison.

Next time, if you don’t have the ability, don’t pretend to be capable.

Declare honestly and let the army escort you. If you try to be clever, no one can help you."

"Have they all been sent to prison?" Stryker was delighted and asked subconsciously.

"I don't know. Go ask yourself. I'm not your immediate superior. Don't call me next time. Go find your President, Brigadier General Stryker."

Ross hung up the phone without any mercy.

Stryker didn't care.

He quickly called the special prison.

But the final result was that Mystique did not enter the prison, only some ordinary mutant prisoners.

Stryker's face turned extremely ugly.

He dialed Ross's number again.

But Ross hung up on him directly.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to argue something.

But Ross simply ignored his call and didn't give him a chance to argue.

There was only a busy tone on the phone.

Stryker's heart was filled with resentment and anger. He had gone through so much trouble to capture the mutant, but now he had to hand him over to others and pay Fisk a bounty and honor. How could he accept this?

"Fisk, Ross... this isn't over yet!"

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"I reject!"

Her voice was firm and resolute, and she straightened her back.

Fisk looked at her.

The smile on his lips was ferocious and cruel.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you, Raven Darkholme?"

Raven Darkholm raised her chin slightly, with a mocking arc at the corner of her mouth: "I will not become someone else's plaything, and I will not use this method to please anyone. Even if you kill me, you can't change this fact."

"Really?" Fisk reached out to touch Mystique's golden hair. At first, Fisk just touched it lightly, but then he suddenly grabbed her hair and pressed her against the wall roughly.

Mystique frowned in pain, with a flash of anger and indomitable spirit in her eyes. She tried to struggle, but Fisk's strength was so great that she couldn't easily break free. Fisk's face showed a ferocious expression, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Do you think you have the right to refuse? Here, I have the final say." Fisk's voice was low and fierce. "Your good friend, Eric Lansheer, wanted to rescue you. He used lightly armed helicopters and a large number of gunmen on my territory, causing injuries to my subordinates and causing serious damage to a highway belonging to New York City. This will affect my business. Eric Lansheer is now running away.

Originally, I didn’t know how to make up for my losses?

I'm prepared to consider myself unlucky.

However, I now have an idea, which is to let you repay this debt. After all, this matter was caused by you.

"Until this debt is paid off, you are my slave, tut tut tut!" Fester said, and threw the woman in his hand to the ground beside him, his tone full of sarcasm: "Originally, I didn't intend to ask you for this debt, but I don't like your attitude, so all this is your own fault.

By the way, you have no food today!" Fisk's tone was very frivolous, and it felt like he was training a disobedient dog.

Fisk had just turned around when Mystique suddenly strangled him. She was proficient in fighting techniques and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and wanted to strangle Fisk's neck and suffocate him.

Then escape from here by transforming into Fisk.

Her calculations were good, but it was obvious that she miscalculated today.

Mystique moved as fast as lightning and instantly got behind Fisk, with her arms wrapped around Fisk's neck like a snake.

Despite her thin figure, she was extremely strong and she strangled Fisk tightly, trying to make him unable to resist.

However, Fisk's body seemed to be made of steel, and his muscles tensed instantly.

Mystique used all her strength.

But it still couldn't cause any harm to Fisk's body.

She felt like she was hugging a steel pillar.

Fisk turned around suddenly, and the powerful force threw Mystique out.

Mystique slammed heavily into the wall, making a dull thud.

She looked at Fisk in surprise, not expecting her plan to be thwarted so easily.

Fisk's eyes were full of mockery and coldness.

He walked towards Mystique step by step.

"You think you can deal with me like this?

So naive. ”

Fisk kicked Mystique directly in the abdomen.

Although she only used 30% of her strength, Mystique still curled up like a shrimp.

Intense pain instantly spread throughout her body, her face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She tried to hold back from making any sound, but in the end she groaned in pain, her body shaking uncontrollably.

She tried to stand up and resist again, but the force of the kick made her body seem out of control.

The pain in her abdomen came in waves like a tide, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Mystique clenched her teeth, trying not to make any more sounds of pain. She didn't want to show weakness in front of Fisk.

Fisk looked down at Mystique, who was curled up on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile, "Tomorrow, you will have no food to eat!"

His voice was like ice, containing an unspeakable sarcasm.

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Walked out of the room.

Fisk closed the heavy door.

May Parker, who was standing at the door, handed over the wet towel in her hand.

The latter were somewhat afraid to look at Fisk.

Fisk wiped his palms with a towel and said to Angela standing next to him: "This woman is under your personal responsibility. No one else is allowed to enter the room. She is a mutant with superpowers that can transform into anyone, including irises, fingerprints, skin texture, voice and even gender, as well as change the position of her own body organs to avoid fatal injuries.

So, no one else is allowed in except you!"

"I see!" Angela nodded.

Today, Angela and Lester have become the two spokespersons inside and outside Fisk. Angela is responsible for things in the dark, while Lester is responsible for external affairs, which is equivalent to one inside and one outside.

One is in the light, the other is in the dark.

One is the face, the other is the inside.

And they all only obey Fisk's orders.

Zhao Hailun walked in from outside, yawning.

Fisk ordered her to take a break for a while, as she was about to get moldy from staying in the lab all day.

Zhao Hailun was of course full of opinions about this.

In her opinion, not being allowed to conduct experiments was even more painful than killing her.

"Boss, when can I resume the experiment?

I still have a lot of experiments to complete."

Zhao Hailun complained a little, like a child whose favorite toy was taken away.

Fisk said nothing, but pointed at the screen in front of him.

On the screen, Mystique was still holding her stomach, moaning and wailing.

Fisk narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: “Helen, look at this woman.

Her name is Mystique, and she is a mutant.

Her ability is very special.

You can change your appearance as you wish.

It can even change the position of its organs to avoid fatal injuries.

To some extent.

She's not just a mutant.

It is a mine with rich treasures.

Do you have any ideas? "

Zhao Hailun's attention was attracted by Mystique on the screen, and curiosity and thought were revealed in his eyes.

Fisk continued, “I want to know if you can study her genes and replicate her ability to change at will.

Copy it to your biological weapons."

Zhao Helen was silent for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth over Mystique, her mind quickly thinking through various possibilities.

“Boss, this is not easy.

Genetic research is full of uncertainty and risks, and the abilities of mutants may involve complex biological mechanisms, which cannot necessarily be replicated simply by copying genes.

I am only an expert in the cell field. Although I have dabbled in the genetic field, I am not too good at it. However, in the Umbrella Company..." Halfway through, Zhao Hailun suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at May Parker beside him.