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

Fisk was stunned for a moment, then the next second he reached out and pulled May Parker over, holding her in his arms and letting her sit on his lap.

May Parker let out a soft cry, and her cheeks instantly turned red. Fisk sniffed the faint scent of shampoo on May Parker's body. The scent was like the freshest spring breeze, with a faint fragrance that lingered in his nose, making his heart calm down involuntarily.

Fisk gently stroked her thighs, which were as smooth as chocolate. The delicate touch was like the finest silk, soft and elastic. His fingers slowly moved on the tight skin, and he could feel the slight warmth every time he touched it. His eyes were fixed on the beautiful lines of her legs, and an indescribable desire surged in his heart.

He reached out and took off her high heels, revealing her slender and bony feet.

Although the sole of the foot is not small and exquisite, it is still like a fine work of art.

He gently stroked the delicate toes with his fingers, feeling the slight coolness. Each toe was as round and cute as a pearl, exuding a charming charm.

There was a gleam of light in Fisk's eyes, as if he was admiring the most precious treasure in the world.

May Parker's body trembled slightly. She wanted to break free, but was shocked by Fisk's strong aura. Her heart beat like a drum, and the strong throbbing made her feel nervous and excited. She didn't dare to look into Fisk's eyes, so she could only lower her head slightly and let him touch and play with her.

"Dingling bell~"

the phone is ringing!

Chapter 190 Peter, Things Are Not What You Think (Part )

"I understand, Teacher Susan, I'll be there right away." May Parker hung up the phone.

Fisk listened to the entire call, so there was no need for May Parker to explain further.

Just like the last time Fisk was asked to talk.

May Parker was naturally also targeted by Susan.

You have to know that the reason why Peter Parker was able to enter Garden Middle School was because of his outstanding grades. Of course, May Parker can now afford to pay the tuition for Garden Middle School.

But even if he could afford the high tuition fees of Garden Middle School, Peter Parker's academic performance had to be maintained at a level that could provide the school with an average score, otherwise he would still be kicked out of the school. Garden Middle School's pursuit of average scores has almost reached a perverted level. Those with strong family backgrounds cannot be kicked out, but those from ordinary families don't care.

However, today they were called over not just to discuss Peter Parker's academic performance, but May Parker was planning to arrange for Peter Parker to live in the school.

"Boss, I want to take half a day off!" May Parker looked at Fisk with some trepidation. Fisk played with her feet, looked at the shy May Parker, and said with a smile: "I'll go with you, just to relax."

May Parker's cheeks instantly turned red, and a strange tingling sensation spread from the soles of her feet to her whole body. She wanted to withdraw her feet, but she seemed to be frozen and unable to move. Her heartbeat was as violent as a drum, and she was nervous and shy, and she was at a loss.

She bit her lower lip slightly, her eyes showing panic and a hint of shy desire. She didn't dare to look directly at Fisk, her eyes wandered, but from time to time she secretly glanced at Fisk's expression focused on her feet. Her body trembled slightly, it was an uncontrollable instinctive reaction, as if she was resisting this intimate action that made her heart ripple, and at the same time she was secretly expecting something.

She clenched her hands tightly together, her nails almost digging into her palms, trying to use the pain to relieve the tension and confusion in her heart.

Her breathing also became rapid, and the slight panting sound seemed particularly clear in the quiet space, as if telling of her inner entanglement and anxiety.

She hadn't expected Fisk to make such a request, and a mixture of emotions welled up in her heart.

She felt nervous and uneasy, not knowing what to expect when she went out with Fisk.

"Boss, I can go by myself. I'll be back soon."

May Parker said hurriedly, with a hint of panic and determination in her voice. She tried to pull back her feet that Fisk was playing with again, and shrank back slightly. Her eyes were full of pleading, hoping that Fisk would agree to let her handle her own affairs alone.

Fisk looked at May Parker's reaction, and the smile on his face became even more intense. He gently put down her feet, stood up, and straightened his clothes. "Let's go, don't just stand there."

His voice was deep and magnetic, and full of unquestionable force, which made May Parker

May Parker hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

She stood up and adjusted her skirt and hair in a panic.

Her heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She had a hunch that Fisk must have made this trip not just for himself.

But May Parker had no right to refuse.

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Doomsday world.

The vulture flapped its wings and flew high in the sky.

Behind him, thirty figures were flying high with wings flapping.

Without exception, they all wore very thick birdman combat uniforms. The combat uniforms were inlaid with many feathers that looked like feathers, but were actually made of nylon. These feathers shone with a unique luster in the sun, as if they were real feathers, light and agile.

Each feather is carefully designed and crafted, with neat edges and fine texture, as if it were a masterpiece of nature.

These seemingly soft feathers have powerful functions. They are not only an important tool to assist the sense of direction when flying, but when the wearer soars in the air, the feathers will sway slightly with the airflow, just like the real feathers of a bird, keenly sensing the changes in wind direction.

By adjusting the body posture and the angle of the feathers, the wearer can easily change the flight direction and move freely in the sky.

At the same time, these feathers can also be used as bulletproof vests to resist dangerous weapons such as bullets. The toughness of nylon material and the special structural design enable the feathers to effectively disperse and absorb the impact of bullets. When a bullet hits, the feathers will quickly deform and evenly transfer the impact force to other parts of the uniform, thereby protecting the wearer's body from harm.

Moreover, these feathers are also used as insulators when they glide at high altitudes. When flying at high speeds at high altitudes, body temperature will be lost quickly. These feathers can effectively block the invasion of cold winds and keep the wearer's body warm.

The tiny gaps between the feathers form an insulating layer that prevents heat loss, allowing the wearer to feel a little warm even in the cold high altitude. They are like a soft protective cover, providing a comfortable and safe flying environment for the wearer.

The vulture was flying in the front, as agile as a bird, but the beginners behind him were not so skilled. Not only were their movements very stiff, but they also showed signs of panic from time to time.

Some people, because they couldn't control the flying altitude well, suddenly rushed upwards and hit their teammates beside them. Some people turned too hastily and almost lost control and fell to the ground.

They tried hard to control the mechanical wings, trying to keep up with the vulture's pace, but they always seemed to be unable to do so. The humming sound of the wings breaking through the air, mixed with their heavy breathing, constantly echoed in the communicator, making the entire team seem a little confused.

Vulture frowned slightly and looked back at the embarrassed figures behind him. He felt a little helpless, but he also knew that these people needed time to adapt.

He slowed down a bit, trying to get the team in better order.

"Hold on! Pay attention to the rhythm!" Vulture shouted loudly. His voice was a little vague in the wind. Even though everyone had earphones in their ears, the whistling wind during the high-speed flight still made it difficult for them to hear Vulture's voice clearly.

However, even though they couldn't hear the sound, they could understand what the vulture meant.

They stared closely at the vulture's figure, trying to learn more techniques from his movements.

"Can these things really allow people to fly in the sky like birds?"

"What an amazing idea." Dimitrescu, also known as Mrs. Hachiya, said to the symbiote Riot that was constantly squirming on her shoulder with a telescope in one hand and the other.

"It's just some weird and clever tricks." Riot said with some indifference.

As a symbiote that has survived for more than millions of years, Riot has experienced too many things. Even though she has been in a sleeping state most of the time, her memories when she was awake have allowed her to witness too many cosmic civilizations.

Among these cosmic civilizations, there are powerful beings that can carry out space colonization and navigation. We have also witnessed ancient civilizations that are still in the primitive or even single-cell era. But the facts have proved that no matter whether it is a powerful cosmic civilization or those primitive civilizations, the final result is to become the nourishment of the symbiont.

"In my long life, this so-called flying device is nothing but child's play."

Riot's voice was full of disdain. "The truly powerful ones are like my master Fisk. That is something that no technology can achieve. That is the real power."

Dimitrescu smiled affirmatively, "In fact, I do think so."

While the two were chatting, Zhao Helen's voice rang out from the radio next to them: "Mrs. Dimitrescu, there is a new situation. Can you come over and help me?"

"Of course, no problem, Helen!" Dimitrescu reached out and picked up the radio, said it casually, and then walked underground.

The further you go down, the more eye-catching the bustling construction scene becomes. The clanging sound continues to ring out, like a powerful symphony. The crisp sound of hammers hitting steel, the sharp sound of electric saws cutting wood, and the shouts of people working are intertwined, making the whole space full of vitality.

Compared to the last time Fisk came, the size of the construction workers has increased several times.

Looking around, there are busy figures everywhere.

There is no other way. In this doomsday world with a shortage of supplies, having food, water and a safe place to stay is enough for everyone to work hard for. Food and water have become extremely precious in this world, and every bite of food may be the hope of survival.

A safe place to stay is a safe haven for people in this dangerous world. Here, they don't have to worry about zombie attacks that may appear at any time, nor do they have to endure the wind and rain in a harsh environment. This sense of security is undoubtedly the biggest temptation for those who are struggling to survive in the doomsday.

More importantly, they were constantly sending out signals via radio that there was a safe base here. The weak radio waves spread in the air, carrying the hopes of countless people.

A large number of refugees poured in here like a tide.

Some of them were ragged and haggard, while others were injured and staggering.

But their eyes are full of desire for survival and expectation for the future.

However, more people means more trouble. As a large number of refugees poured in like a tide, the originally orderly situation gradually became complicated. Some guys began to stir. They whispered to each other in the corner, their voices were very low, as if they were plotting something unspeakable. There was a restless light in their eyes, which revealed ambition and desire.

Some people looked at the piles of supplies, and greed surged in their hearts. Those supplies seemed to have become glittering treasures in their eyes, tempting their innermost desires. They stared at the supplies closely, with desire and possessiveness in their eyes. They began to think about how to take these supplies for themselves, and even resorted to some improper means.

Some people are dissatisfied with the work assigned to them, and they complain one after another. They feel that the work they undertake is too heavy, but the rewards they receive are far from enough.

They complained about the hard work and the unfair distribution, their voices filled with resentment and dissatisfaction.

They felt that they were ignored and did not get the respect and treatment they deserved. They began to gather together, confide their grievances to each other, and try to find a way to solve the problem.

To put it in simple terms.

That means you have nothing to do after eating.

It seems that the scope of labor work is still too small.

It's time to increase the workload.

There was a sudden noise in the distance, as dozens of workers clashed with the gunmen who were on guard with guns. The chaotic shouting instantly broke the tense but relatively stable atmosphere. The workers' faces were full of anger and unwillingness. They waved their tools and protested loudly to the gunmen.

"We do so much work but we don't get fair treatment!" a bearded worker shouted, his eyes burning with anger.

"Yes! Why do we have to undertake such heavy work but only get so little food and supplies!" Other workers also echoed, becoming more and more excited.

The gunmen held their guns nervously, their eyes showing both vigilance towards the workers and a hint of hesitation. Killing these workers was actually nothing, but it had obviously attracted the attention of more workers in the distance. If they opened fire, it might cause a bigger riot.

Dimitrescu paused.

She looked around and saw a giant metal pillar nearly seven or eight meters long next to her.

This metal pillar is used for piling. It is not from this world, but is transported from another world. It is made of high-strength alloy, extremely tough, and weighs several tons.

Reaching out and grasping the metal pole, Dimitrescu raised it in the air, aiming at the man who was shouting the loudest in the distance, the refugee with a big beard. He arrived here half a month ago, and at that time he was skinny, with no extra fat on his body, but after half a month, he looked much stronger.

The bearded man saw Dimitrescu raise the metal pole and point it at him, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked and he could not make any sound. The people around him were also stunned by this scene. The noisy sound disappeared instantly, replaced by a dead silence.

Dimitrescu threw the metal pillar in his hand without any hesitation. The bearded man tried to dodge it, but the metal pillar flew as fast as lightning, which obviously exceeded his reaction speed.

In the blink of an eye, the bearded man was pierced through, like a shabby puppet that had been violently destroyed. The huge metal pillar had pierced through his entire chest, leaving a shocking hole. The flesh on the edge was torn unevenly, and broken bones protruded abruptly from the wound. Blood gushed out from the terrible wound like a fountain, splashing a bloody arc in the air.

Then the whole person flew backwards unstoppably until he was nailed to the concrete wall behind him and stopped moving completely. The huge impact force caused dense cracks to spread like a crazy spider web, instantly covering the entire concrete wall. Cement blocks fell down, mixed with the blood that kept pouring out of the bearded man's body, forming a shocking pool of blood on the ground.

The people around were watching this scene in horror, the air seemed to freeze. Their faces were filled with shock and fear, a horror that went deep into their bones.

Some people couldn't help but let out a low cry of surprise, their voices filled with trembling and despair. The bearded man's once energetic body was now lifeless, blood slowly flowing from his wounds, like a winding red river, staining the ground red. The deep red was particularly dazzling in the sun, emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

He clapped his hands gently.

He said to the gunmen in the distance: "All those who caused trouble just now will be executed. Cut off their heads and hang them on the tower. The bodies will be minced into meat paste and fed to the zombies. I will not tell your boss about what happened today, but you should think about what will happen to you if he sees you like this today."

The gunmen were still hesitant at first, but when they heard this, their faces turned pale. They immediately stopped hesitating and opened fire, shooting at the crowd in front of them that had calmed down.