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

Her body was like a warm cloud, forming a sharp contrast with her own strength.

Fisk's hard muscles seemed to soften in Justine's hug, as if melted by Justine's tenderness.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the hands wrapped around his waist.

Justine was a little greedy, but more of her was satisfaction.

Her palms moved up and down continuously.

It was as if he wanted to remember every part and detail of Fisk's body.

Fisk's chest is like a solid shield, with full pectoralis major muscles outlining a perfect outline, and every breath can make people feel the powerful force surging. His abdominal muscles are like neat rows of stones, hard and stylish. His back muscles are also amazing. His latissimus dorsi is broad and powerful, like a pair of huge wings, ready to take him flying at any time. His trapezius muscles are slightly raised, giving people a sense of calmness and reliability.

Under the dim light, Fisk's muscles shone with a metallic luster, a radiance of sweat and strength. Each muscle seemed to be made of steel that had been tempered a thousand times, indestructible.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and puffed out cigar smoke.

"Justine?"

"I'm here, Mr. Fisk."

"What do you think about the future?"

"The future?" Justine was a little confused.

"Yes, the future."

Justine shook her head, her long golden hair swaying gently. After a brief thought, she slowly said, "My dream was to become a photographer, a wildlife photographer. In those wonderful wildlife documentaries, there are very few professional female photographers. At that time, I was full of longing and courage, eager to be the one who broke the rules. I imagined myself carrying heavy photographic equipment, shuttling through vast grasslands, dense jungles or uninhabited deserts, using the camera to capture the most real and moving moments of wild animals. I longed to record the majestic running of lions on the grassland, the cheetahs chasing prey at lightning speed, and the beautiful postures of birds flying freely in the sky. Those pictures full of wildness and vitality kept emerging in my mind, making me full of persistence and love for this dream."

"However, I gave up this dream later because it seemed unrealistic. In the process of pursuing it, I gradually found that there were too many difficulties and challenges to realize this dream. The long journey, the harsh environment, and the unpredictable dangers all frightened me. Moreover, real life also put a lot of pressure on me, forcing me to re-examine my choice."

"More importantly, I have a new dream. That is to become a fashion model. I am attracted by the splendor and charm of the fashion industry. Those gorgeous clothes, exquisite makeup, and bright lights all make me yearn for it. I imagine myself walking on the fashion runway, showing the most fashionable clothes, and becoming the focus of everyone's attention. I am eager to use my beauty and confidence to interpret the charm of fashion and bring more excitement and surprises to the world. This new dream is like a bright light that illuminates my way forward and allows me to find the direction of my struggle again.

Just like my mother." Justine said this and looked at her mother who was still in a coma. She suddenly chuckled and showed a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth. "But later, I suddenly gave up this idea, because all the so-called vanity is illusory. My mother once won the Miss America, but so what? She is glamorous in the eyes of most people, but in fact she is just a vase that my father uses to decorate himself."

“A useless vase, beauty is her capital to survive in this world, but she cannot decide her own destiny, so I gave up that dream.

I began to study seriously.

Start storing more knowledge and actively participate in various social activities.

I started dating different boyfriends... I wanted to be the chairman of an industrial group like my father, but later I found that this was still illusory. Because even my idol since childhood. My father started from scratch and built a huge industry. But what was the final result? The huge group was like a flash in the pan. Chairman Justin, who used to hold his head high and could confront the old nobles on Wall Street, could only take his wife and daughter out as gifts like a wild dog. "Justine said this, and there was already some crying in her tone, but Justine hugged Fisk very hard, and the feeling was like hugging her backer, "I am very confused now. I don’t know what I want to do now, and for the first time I feel that the future is so far away from me. "

Fister felt Justine's heartbeat. He held her in his arms and looked at Justine's immature face. Her face was still a little immature, but she had a stubbornness and determination beyond her age. Her curved eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if hiding countless thoughts. Her eyes were shining with complex light, with both confusion about the future and persistence in her dreams.

Fister gently stroked her hair, and the soft hair slid through his fingertips like silky satin. A feeling of pity welled up in his heart, and he whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, from now on, go after your own dream. I will be your backer, your angel investor, and I will support you no matter what you do."

Justine leaned in Fister's arms, feeling his warmth and strength. Her heart was filled with emotion. At this moment, she seemed to have found support and the motivation to move forward. She raised her head, looked into Fister's deep eyes, and said firmly: "I will work hard, and I will definitely be your best assistant, Mr. Fisk."

"No!" Fisk stroked Justine's cheek, "What you need to do is to be yourself. You can become an excellent wildlife photographer, you can also become the new Miss America, a fashion rookie, but you will never be a vase. Whether you are a vase or not is not determined by others, but by your own criteria. So, don't give up before you try, okay?"

Justine stared into Fisk's eyes, and a smile like a flower bloomed on the corner of her mouth: "I understand, Mr. Fisk!"

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"Mom, where have you been?" Harry Osborn had been sitting in the car without saying a word until Mrs. Osborn came out of the police station. He finally couldn't hold it in anymore and asked the question that had been buried deep in his heart.

Harry Osborn is not a fool. As the heir of the Osborn family, Harry Osborn not only inherited Norman Osborn's brain, but also inherited Mrs. Osborn's talent as an agent. The reason why Harry Osborn pretended not to care was just to dispel Peter Parker's doubts and prevent him from having any more suspicions.

Peter Parker might have thought he had misheard.

But how could Harry Osborn hear it wrong? This was his mother, who lived with him day and night. Unless Harry Osborn was deaf, he could not have heard it wrong. The voice coming from the bathroom was from his mother.

Mrs. Osborne was startled for a moment, and a flash of panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She looked at Harry and sighed softly, "Harry, there are some things you don't need to know yet. Believe me, mother, I haven't done anything dangerous."

Harry frowned, obviously not satisfied with the answer, "Mom, you are always like this, telling me nothing. I am not a child anymore, and I already understand some things. Have you been threatened by someone, is it that Fisk?"

Mrs. Osborne shook her head helplessly. "Harry, some things are complicated and not something you can understand. I am just doing what I have to do for our family, for your future, for the Osborne Group, and for your father."

Harry stared at Mrs. Osborne, "Mom, are you hiding something from me?"

Mrs. Osborne's expression changed slightly, but she quickly concealed it, "Harry, don't let your imagination run wild!"

Harry was silent for a moment, then said, "Mom, I hope you can be honest with me. I don't want to be kept in the dark." Mrs. Osborne gently held Harry's hand, "Okay, Harry. When the time is right, I will tell you everything. But now, you just need to trust Mom, I will protect our family."

Harry nodded, although he was still full of doubts.

Since Mrs. Osborne was unwilling to say, he had no choice but to investigate it through his own methods.

Seeing that she had finally fooled her son, Mrs. Osborne felt that her whole body was soaked with cold sweat. Even when she was an agent, Mrs. Osborne had never felt this way.

At this moment, a complex emotion spread in Mrs. Osborne's heart. She couldn't help but have a different emotion about the relationship between herself and Fisk.

On the one hand, she felt some regret. She thought of her son Harry, and how their peaceful life had become full of uncertainty and danger because of this relationship. She was afraid that Harry would be hurt because of their relationship, and that she would no longer be able to protect him as wholeheartedly as before.

She felt that she was too impulsive and should not be involved in such a risky relationship. She wanted to cut off such a relationship and return to her previous life, focusing only on taking care of Harry and protecting their family.

However, on the other hand, she was filled with reluctance deep in her heart. Whenever she thought of Fisk's strong figure, gentle eyes, and the passionate moments they had together, her heart softened involuntarily. Fisk brought her an unprecedented feeling, a warmth of being cared for and valued. She felt a different sense of security around him...

Mrs. Osborne actually forgot to drive for a moment.

It's as if he's in a daze.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with his hands, lost in thought.

It wasn't until Harry made a sound again that she seemed to have made a decision.

Stepped on the accelerator.

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"I promise to be your spy!" May Parker got into the black car in the underground parking lot. Agent Natasha had been waiting for her here for a long time. Besides, the driver was a man she didn't know, with blond hair and looked very honest.

May Parker's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and determination. She knew that making this decision would mean facing huge risks and pressure. But in order to protect the people she loved, she had no choice.

Agent Natasha looked at May Parker and nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

She knew that it was not easy for May Parker to make this decision, and it took great courage. "Very good, May. You made the right choice.

We will do everything we can to protect you and your family."

May Parker hurriedly stopped her, saying, "Don't send your people. Don't send your people... Everything will remain the same. I will provide you with all the information I know, but I don't need your protection, and I will only have a one-way contact with you."

"why?"

"I found out that he was sending people to monitor my nephew...If you come forward to protect him, he will definitely find out that I have betrayed him." May Parker lowered her head hesitantly, "I don't need any reward. If there is enough evidence, I hope you can arrest him immediately so that I can live a safer life, okay?"

Natasha looked into May Parker's eyes, which were full of determination and resoluteness, mixed with deep fear and worry. Natasha nodded slightly and said in a steady tone: "May, I admire your courage. Don't worry, we will do our best to protect you and your family. Once there is conclusive evidence, we will not hesitate to bring him to justice and ensure your safety."

May Parker nodded.

"Now let's talk about some of the information you know!"

After a brief hesitation, May Parker began to speak slowly: "The funding of the San Fisk Group is a big problem, but with my level, I have no idea where they get so much cash. It seems that the money will never be spent. A large number of orders have been cast out like a net..." May Parker talked incessantly about the information she had learned about the San Fisk Group and Fisk.

Natasha was not interested in this information.

SHIELD is not the tax bureau, nor is it a bank or regulatory agency. It is not interested in the cash flow of the San Fisk Group. They only care about three things. The first thing is naturally the spaceship from Wakanda. SHIELD obtained more photos and information than the Department of Defense, but all the agents they sent to Wakanda disappeared without exception.

Therefore, if we want to find a breakthrough, we have to start from Fisk.

The second thing is to find the secret hidden by Fisk.

Fisk purchased large quantities of building materials.

Experts from SHIELD believed that he wanted to build a huge underground world deep underground, but through various sound wave and vibration measurement methods, they found that although the underground of Hell's Kitchen was indeed expanding, the scale of expansion was far less than the huge amount of building materials. Moreover, some things were not suitable for construction at all. On the contrary, they were alloys and parts that must be used on a certain assembly line, so they suspected that Fisk might want to build a large weapons assembly line underground in Hell's Kitchen.

Produce certain dangerous weapons.

The third thing, and the most important one, is where does Fisk's power come from?

Fisk is not a mutant, Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. is 100% sure of this. In fact, in addition to the Department of Defense, S.H.I.E.L.D. has also been studying the x-gene, and by using some supernatural means, they have designed and manufactured a device that can monitor the x-gene in real time. As long as you get close to the x-gene, it will be detected immediately.

However, it is too expensive and too large.

Therefore, there is no way to promote it.

However, there is no trace of the x gene in Fisk's body.

The detection equipment has been tested thousands of times, with a failure rate of only one in ten thousand. In this case, when it is absolutely impossible for the equipment to make mistakes, the possibility that Fisk is a mutant is ruled out.

So where does Fisk's power come from? This has become a concern for S.H.I.E.L.D. and even Nick Fury. Of course, he also has his own little plan, which is to try to master the way to obtain this power.

Fisk was just an ordinary gangster and robber not long ago, but in such a short time, he has become almost the most terrifying violent element on the planet. Especially from the latest satellite photos, he easily pulled two speeding trucks by himself. This is beyond the limit of human imagination. It made Nick Fury very uneasy and he couldn't sleep at all.

Although, there are many people who can do the same thing.

But those guys are either born with it or have undergone genetic modification that SHIELD has already controlled.

The source of Fisk's power was completely unknown to them.

this is the key of the problem.

In addition, Nick Fury also developed a greedy mentality towards Fisk's power. If Nick Fury and SHIELD can master this power, then what else can't SHIELD handle?

Natasha serves as Nick Fury's confidant.

Naturally, he knew what his director wanted.

Therefore, she is not interested in the information provided by May Parker. However, as a top agent, she clearly knows that haste makes waste. This is just the first step, and everything is difficult at the beginning. May Parker has naturally become a traitor of S.H.I.E.L.D. today, so one day in the future, the three answers will be revealed one by one.

After nearly half an hour of information exchange.

May Parker got out of the car and disappeared alone into the distance of the parking lot.

Coulson, who had been sitting in the front and driving, turned his head and asked, "Do you think what she said is true?"

"I know what you want to say, but who knows... Let's go. There has been some movement from Tony Stark, and we have found clues in the Middle East. We will be busy in the next period of time." Natasha lay down on her side, writing and drawing on the small notebook in her hand, and said nonchalantly.

May Parker walked into the dark depths of the parking lot.

Soon a black car appeared in front of her.

May Parker got in the car.

A glass of ice cola was handed over from the side.

Angela revealed her body and said, "Congratulations, congratulations on completing your task. Keep up the good work." Angela said as she helped her open the can of Coke in her hand.

"What exactly does it take for him to let me go?" May Parker did not take the Coke, but asked in a calm and indifferent voice.

Angela tilted her head and glanced at her. She had a playful smile on her face, and her eyes were glittering with cunning. The slightly raised corners of her mouth seemed to tell of her inner pride and unruliness. When she took out the collar from the glove box and put it on May Parker, her expression was full of ridicule and mockery. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, with a hint of provocation, as if she was declaring her control to May Parker.

She stared at May Parker, observing her every reaction as if she was enjoying a wonderful performance.

When she said, "Wear this, if he finds out you don't have a collar, he'll be angry... little dog!", her mouth opened wider, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and the smile was full of malice and teasing. Her eyes revealed a kind of cruel pleasure, as if she was enjoying May Parker's humiliation and helplessness.