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

Fisk glanced at Lester.

Stretch out your palm.

The phone was placed in his hand.

The call was quickly connected. The crisp ringtone seemed to be a different melody in this tense atmosphere, instantly breaking the solemnity in the air.

"Still alive?"

Ross's words seemed provocative, but they contained a hint of joking. His voice was steady and powerful, and it seemed to carry a reassuring force through the phone.

"Of course!" Fisk laughed loudly, and the hearty laughter echoed in this enclosed space, as if it could break through all the haze.

His tone was lighthearted, as if what he had just experienced was not a life-and-death crisis, but just a minor episode. "It's just a small problem," he added, his tone full of confidence and calmness.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I told you that you wouldn't die that easily."

Ross also laughed, and there was a hint of relief and appreciation in his laughter.

“I didn’t know about this matter, someone hid it from me.

Even the confidential officials of the Ministry of Defense who have detailed information about the matter do not know about this matter." Ross's tone became serious, revealing a hint of helplessness and confusion in his words.

"Who has the ability to hide it from you?" Fisk said with a smile, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"With your current status, who would be willing to offend you?" His words were a little teasing, but also full of respect and trust for Ross.

"There are too many people who are willing to offend me. I'm just a small Army Chief of Staff, a poor guy." Ross' tone was self-deprecating, and his voice was slightly low, as if he was recalling the past.

"To some people, I'm just an insignificant little person, but they can't do anything to me." His words revealed sarcasm and self-mockery, but he seemed to be announcing his existence to those who tried to challenge him.

However, Ross's tone was much smoother than before. It was obvious that he had not had a good time recently. This position in the spotlight had turned the general who had always had his way into a smooth politician.

His words were full of weighing and consideration, and every word seemed to have been carefully thought out.

He is no longer the general who acts with passion and courage, but a politician who moves forward cautiously on the complex political stage. His transformation makes Fisk sigh that politics is a terrible thing.

After a while of pleasantries, Fisk was too lazy to beat around the bush. His eyes suddenly became sharp, as if they could penetrate the phone and reach Ross's heart.

"Who did it?"

His tone was concise and direct, without any dragging of words.

"Well... you know him." Ross's answer was a little vague, as if he was deliberately hiding something. There was a hint of hesitation in his voice, as if he was weighing whether to reveal more information.

"Stryker?" Fisk said the name without hesitation, his tone full of certainty.

"I didn't say anything!" Ross's tone was teasing, but also revealed a sense of helplessness.

He seemed unwilling to admit it directly, but he could not deny Fisk's guess.

His silence seemed to be a kind of acquiescence, making Fisk more certain of his judgment.

"I'm going to kill him!"

"I advise you not to do this. He is now a favorite of the president. Most politicians regard the issue of mutants as a thorn in their side. So many people hope that he can completely solve the problem of mutants, especially those guys who have lived through the Cold War." Ross stood up from his chair and pulled down the curtain outside. Countless internal reference officers in military uniforms were walking around outside.

This is the Pentagon.

It is nominally the busiest place in the entire United States.

Because the business is bigger, there are more aspects that need to be attached.

“Also, your recent target is really too big, so you might as well take this opportunity to disappear for a while, otherwise, many people will start to talk about you again.

By the way, let me tell you, if nothing unexpected happens, I will be the next Secretary of State."

"Secretary of State? Are you going to be president?" Fisk's tone was a little strange, and Ross didn't want to hide it: "I do have this plan, but it will take some time! Take this opportunity to go to Japan and finish what you need to do."

"Tsk tsk, it looks like the guy standing behind Stryker is someone who scares you."

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I can't afford to offend them for now. These old guys have been around for too long. But don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again. I can assure you of that.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, isn't it? "

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Fisk shook his head. "I never wait until the next day to take revenge."

"Fisk, calm down.

This time, just treat it as a favor to me." Ross's tone was somewhat helpless, "This time you give me this face, I can use this opportunity to clean up many people, many disobedient people, then if you retaliate again, then I will have no choice, then I will have no reason to clean them up."

Fester didn't say anything, but glanced at Lester beside him. He did not deliberately hide the fact that he was talking on the phone, so Lester could definitely hear what was said on the phone.

Lester saw Fisk's eyes locked on him, and after a slight hesitation, he nodded and said, "Boss, our goal is really too big recently. We have recently acquired a large number of listed companies and factories, and we are also building a lot of buildings. Our business group is getting bigger and bigger, which is bound to attract the attention of some people.

You take this opportunity to disappear for a while, and the group will have a reason to stop expanding and integrate. "

“But if I don’t take revenge, I will feel uncomfortable.

I couldn’t sleep well at night.”

"Well, you're the boss, you have the final say."

"Hahaha!" Fisk picked up the phone again and said to Ross on the other end, "You are the boss, you have the final say. I may not seek revenge, but I have to give him a big gift in the name of mutants."

"Of course! As long as you don't kill him." Ross seemed very satisfied with Fisk. "I have a meeting here, so I'll hang up first. Let me know before you leave for Japan. By the way, Tony Stark has been found. You will never guess where he was found."

"There?"

"In the stock market!" As Ross spoke, the sound of typing on the keyboard came from the other side, as if he was constantly buying stocks based on this insider information.

"Hahaha, it looks like Wall Street is about to welcome a Pentagon stock god."

"Who says it's not?"

Fisk hung up the phone, but the smile on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He threw the phone in his hand to Lester.

Then he looked at him seriously.

"boss?"

"Do you know any mutants, Lester?"

"of course."

"Then, give General Stryker a great gift!"

-----------------

The storm and bloody rain that enveloped the entire New York City were reported as a weather accident. The horrific scene that should have caused great panic and shock was downplayed by the media as a common weather phenomenon. In the news, the so-called weather experts stood in front of the camera with a serious face, telling lies with their eyes open without changing their expressions.

They used seemingly professional terms and analysis to try to explain this extraordinary storm and bloody rain as a rare natural phenomenon. Their expressions were serious and earnest, as if they were really answering a scientific question for the public. However, the raging winds, the pouring bloody rain, and the mystery and danger contained therein, could not be covered by a simple meteorological accident?

On the streets of New York, people watched the news reports with confusion and anxiety in their hearts.

They personally experienced the terrible storm and bloody rain, and knew that this was no ordinary meteorological phenomenon. But faced with the statements of authoritative experts and the media, they had no way to refute it.

But even though we know those experts are talking nonsense.

How many people will actually explore what happened behind this bloody storm?

"Master!" Mina stopped Fisk and kept making eye contact with him.

Fisk grinned.

He wanted to pull her into his arms.

"What's wrong, little sheep?"

Mina hesitated and was about to open her mouth when Mrs. Stacy's voice came from a distance.

"Tsk, tsk, isn't this our Mr. St. Fisk?"

"What, saving New York from the water and fire?"

Fisk heard the hidden meaning in these words.

He immediately looked towards Mina with a strange expression.

But Mina turned around and walked away, as if she didn't see it.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared around the corner, without a trace.

"Boss, I have something else to do. I'll go book a plane ticket for you." Lester also sensed the smell of gunpowder in the air and turned and left. Fisk then realized that the huge floor had disappeared without a trace. Fisk suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still walked into the room with a smile.

Mrs. Stacy sat by the window, hugging her legs, her long skirt fluttering in the wind. She lowered her head slightly, her eyes were empty and blurry, and it seemed that she was looking at the scenery outside, but in fact, there was a construction site outside, noisy and chaotic.

The roar of cranes and the shouts of workers are intertwined together, there is no scenery to speak of.

Half of her body was already sitting outside the window, as if she was completely unaware of the danger around her. The wind blew her long hair and skirt wantonly, and her thin figure looked so fragile in the wind.

She seemed to be immersed in her own world, oblivious to the noise outside. Perhaps she was looking for inner peace, or perhaps she was just escaping from the chaos of reality. The window seemed to be the dividing line between her and the world, with noise and busyness on one side and her inner confusion on the other.

Fisk was shocked.

He was not afraid that Mrs. Stacy would fall. In fact, even if she fell, she could be rescued.

However, he can only save her once.

It's impossible. They can be rescued every time.

If Mrs. Stacy really wanted to die, he couldn't stop her anyway.

"Darling?"

"Don't come over here!" Mrs. Stacy's cold voice was piercing, "If you come over here again, I'll jump!" Her eyes were full of determination, as if she was ready to end everything at any time. The cold words echoed in the air, making people shudder.

However, just as she finished her words, Fisk appeared beside her like a flash of lightning. His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Fisk held her tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let go. Mrs. Stacy struggled in his arms, trying to break free from his grasp, but Fisk held her tighter.

"Is there anything we can't discuss?"

"discuss?"

"Don't you know what you did?"

Fisk's heart skipped a beat.

It seemed as if I understood a little bit what Mrs. Stacy was going to say.

You bastard, I trusted you so much!"

"You bastard!" Mrs. Stacy kept hitting Fisk's body, tears still falling from the corners of her eyes. Although her fists seemed to be strong, it didn't hurt when they landed on Fisk, it was more of a catharsis. Every time she hit him, she was accompanied by the grievance and anger in her heart.