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

You swore to never kill again."

"Japanese people...are they considered human beings?"

There was a hint of indifference and disdain in the bald man's words.

He paused for a moment, then continued to skillfully fiddle with the ingredients. "The moment they threatened me, they should have thought of the consequences. They thought they could do whatever they wanted with the power of the Uesugi family, but they didn't know that some people can't be forced."

There was a gleam of determination in the bald man's eyes, and his words were like a cold blade, making people feel his inner determination.

Melanie sighed twice. This bald man is called Wenwu. But he has another identity. However, that was a long time ago.

Wind chimes rang on the porch, breaking the brief silence with a clear sound. The sound was like the sound of nature, echoing in the air, as if telling the story of the years. The aftermath of the earthquake disappeared, and the world seemed to have returned to its former tranquility. The ramen bowl had returned to calm, and the soup that had once rippled was now like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding scene.

The new sushi was placed on the table, they were delicate and tempting, exuding a light aroma. Each sushi was like a work of art, showing the exquisite skills of the civil and military.

Wenwu was still concentrating on making sushi, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him. His eyes were only focused on the ingredients in his hands and the delicious food that was about to be completed. Melanie looked at Wenwu, feeling a lot of emotions in her heart.

As fellow travelers who came out of Kunlun.

She knew that this man had a dark past.

However, now, he is just an ordinary sushi chef, creating delicious food with his own hands. He stands silently in front of the stall, concentrating on processing various ingredients, and incorporating his emotions and skills into each piece of sushi. His bald head gleams slightly in the sun, and his calm figure seems to blend into this ordinary world.

"The Uesugi family? It's a native Japanese family. I've never heard of it before." Melanie frowned slightly, with a look of doubt in her eyes.

"It's a family that lives in seclusion from the world." Wenwu said lightly, his voice calm and steady, as if he was telling an ancient legend.

“Do you know the three major families in Japan?

They are the three families that possess the three magical artifacts.

The Shangshan family is one of them.

But before, they kept a low profile and rarely showed up in public. But recently they have been very active, and it is said that they seem to have found a dragon in the sea. "

"Dragon? Is it true?" Melanie's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief. Her voice was full of surprise and doubt, as if she had heard a fairy tale.

"It'd better... be true." There was a complex light flashing in Wenwu's eyes, with expectation, worry, and a hint of imperceptible excitement.

Chapter 198: The net is closed, but it is Natasha who is caught in the net.

It was still the same underground parking garage, the ground was spotless, the white markings were clear and neat, and the entire space looked clean and tidy.

The bright lights poured down unreservedly, driving away the darkness in every corner and making it seem like daytime here.

However, the black car was parked there quietly, its body shining mysteriously under the light, like a silent guard or a mysterious box containing countless secrets, forming a subtle contrast with the bright and tidy surroundings.

May Parker walked carefully into the parking lot.

She had just walked into the parking lot when the gate slowly closed. The heavy metal door made a dull sound, as if announcing that her escape route was cut off. May Parker felt a little uneasy, but she still forced herself to remain calm and continued to move forward.

"Fisk, he's hurt!"

This sentence echoed in the empty parking lot, with a tense atmosphere. Then, the signal of the entire underground parking lot was cut off. All electronic equipment lost its function instantly and fell into a dead silence.

Natasha walked out of the car, her posture was straight and her eyes were firm. She opened the door as if to welcome May Parker. Her movements were graceful and calm, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Natasha asked with concern, her eyes fixed on May Parker, her tone full of worry. Her body leaned forward slightly, as if ready to help May Parker at any time.

"I'm fine." May Parker shook her head. Her face was a little pale, but her eyes were still firm. "No one can care about me now. Mrs. Stacy is in charge of the overall situation. She has the final say over the entire group. Lester has already started the cleansing plan... Many people have been executed in secret.

All of the traitors who were exposed were executed, including their wives and children, and even their parents who lived far away in other states.

Anyone who betrayed the group was executed, their bodies were minced into pieces, mixed with cement, and buried deep underground in Hell's Kitchen.

If you do it, you'd better do it quickly, otherwise more people will die."

Natasha nodded and asked casually, but a hint of doubt flashed in the depths of her eyes, "Fisk, what kind of injury did he suffer?"

"Is it true that you will never destroy the St. Fisk Group unless you take down Fisk?" May Parker did not answer this question, but asked Natasha.

Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly and said after a moment of silence: "This is not a simple question. The situation of the Saint Fisk Group is very complicated, and our actions depend on many factors. But what is certain is that our goal is not to destroy it, but to get everything back on track."

May Parker stared at Natasha, as if pondering the truth of her words. "On the right track? What is the right track?"

Natasha sighed softly, "We understand your thoughts.

But some things are out of control.

If we intervened before Fisk was caught, it could have caused a greater disaster. We are just doing our duty to protect more people."

May Parker shook her head. "But your way may ruin the lives of many people. Now is the most vulnerable time for the San Fisk Group. You should not hesitate any longer."

Natasha fell into deep thought. She knew that what May Parker said made sense. Natasha frowned slightly, with a complicated look in her eyes. She repeatedly considered May Parker's words in her mind and had to admit that there was indeed some rationality in them.

But... she was not the one giving the orders. Natasha sighed helplessly. She was just an executor, and many decisions were not made by her. She had to act according to the instructions of her superiors, and even if she had doubts in her heart, she could only try her best to complete the task.

"I have said everything I need to say. The rest depends on how you prepare." May Parker turned around and prepared to leave, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly said, "Fisk was seriously injured. Although it is not fatal for the time being, he cannot recover in a short time. He has many enemies. In order to give himself time to recuperate, he plans to leave the United States temporarily.

Obviously, he also knew that as long as he was alive, no one would dare to attack Saint Fisk's group."

May Parker's tone was flat, as if she was stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.

Her figure seemed somewhat lonely in the dim light. She knew that her identity was insignificant in this complicated situation. She was just a person involved in it, trying her best to convey some information, hoping to have some impact on the situation.

"Where are you going?" Natasha asked anxiously, her eyes full of curiosity and worry. She knew that Fisk's whereabouts were very important, and if he really left the United States, it might bring greater difficulties to their mission.

"I have no idea.

Do you think that with the status of a plaything, anyone would tell me where he went?"

May Parker's words were full of sarcasm and helplessness. She raised her chin slightly, and her eyes revealed a kind of stubbornness. She knew that she was just an insignificant existence in Fisk's world, and no one would reveal important information to her.

"Sorry!" Natasha said earnestly, "Leave the rest to us!"

May Parker stopped. She didn't look back, but her body trembled slightly.

After a moment, she said softly, "I hope you can handle this matter properly and not let more people get hurt." After that, she continued to walk forward, and her figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The garage door opened slowly, but quickly closed again.

May Parker had completely disappeared.

Nick Fury got out of the car.

He leaned against the car with a cup of coffee in his hand and asked, "How much do you think she said is credible?" It seemed like he was talking to himself, but it was obvious that the real person being asked was Natasha.

Natasha frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "I think 60% of it is believable.

Although May Parker has a special identity, judging from her words and actions, she does not seem to be deliberately deceiving us.

She described Fisk's situation in considerable detail, and her worry and helplessness did not seem fake.

Of course, we cannot completely rule out the possibility that she may have been used or misled by Fisk, but considering all factors, I think 60% of the credibility is reasonable. "

Nick Fury took a sip of coffee and nodded slightly. "Sixty percent... isn't too low.

But we can't just act on this judgment. We need to further verify the information she provided, and at the same time be prepared for various responses. Fisk is a dangerous person, and his every move may have a huge impact. "

"But!" Nick Fury changed the subject, "He should be really injured, and the injury is not light. This thing should be true. He is just a man, not a god... Keep a close eye on all airports. Private planes are too conspicuous. He should not leave on a private plane. Look for him. If you can't find him, forget it!"

"What if we find it?"

"Then keep him here and buy him coffee."

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Early morning at New York airport.

The sun shines through the huge glass windows into the terminal hall, giving people a warm and bright feeling. People drag their suitcases and rush between the boarding gates, with different expressions on their faces, some expectant, some anxious, and some excited.

The sound of flight information broadcasts could be heard from the radio from time to time, interweaving with the sounds of people's footsteps and conversations, forming a unique airport symphony.

At the check-in counter, the staff with sleepy faces were busy checking in passengers. They operated the computers skillfully and answered passengers' questions indifferently and impatiently.

Perhaps, they were once full of enthusiasm towards tourists, but now they are only left with impatience.

At the security checkpoint, passengers lined up in a long queue and placed their luggage on the conveyor belt one by one, undergoing strict security checks. The airport tax commissioner stood by.

New York International Airport, as a super large airport, has a special tax station that is responsible for inspection.

Various items that have not been declared for tax will be selected out and then additional taxes and fines will be paid. This is also a relatively important revenue-generating project for the entire New York International Airport.

In the waiting area, some people sat on chairs quietly waiting for the confusing boarding instructions, trying hard to distinguish their own boarding instructions, some people were choosing expensive souvenirs in the shops, and some people were enjoying a terrible breakfast in the public restaurant.

As time went on, the airport filled with more and more people and the atmosphere became more and more tense.

The sounds of flights taking off and landing constantly ring in our ears, reminding people of the passage of time.

On this morning full of vitality and hope, the New York airport witnessed the departure and reunion of countless people, and also carried their dreams and expectations.

In a corner of the airport, a man in a black windbreaker stood quietly, his eyes deep and indifferent, as if he was thinking about something important. There was a simple suitcase next to him, and he looked like a traveler about to embark on a journey. However, his palm was always on the suitcase next to him, and he kept turning his wrist to face the suitcase in different directions and different people.

The surface of the suitcase occasionally flickered faintly under the light, as if it was hiding some mysterious technology.

The man's movements were extremely cautious, and each turn was just right, so as not to attract attention while ensuring that the "scanning" range of the suitcase covered as much area as possible.

His eyes remained highly focused at all times, as if he was looking for specific clues or signals from the people and objects that had been "scanned" by the suitcase.

The passengers around were hurrying by, and no one noticed the man and his strange behavior.

They were either rushing to board the plane or saying goodbye to their relatives and friends, immersed in their own itineraries and emotions. But the man seemed to be in a different world from them, a world full of unknowns and dangers. His lips were slightly closed, and his face was expressionless. Only the constantly turning suitcase and his deep eyes revealed his inner tension and vigilance.

Suddenly, his expression became strange.

He immediately bent down and pressed the button on the box.

"Fisk shows up!"

Natasha received the signal immediately. She moved quickly and stood in a hidden corner with a nimble posture.

At this moment, she had changed into black combat uniform, and the close-fitting material tightly wrapped around her exquisite body.

The black fabric of the combat suit exudes a mysterious luster in the dim light, like a ghost in the dark night. It fits Natasha's body curves perfectly, and her towering chest, wrapped in the combat suit, shows a powerful beauty.

Natasha slightly raised her chest, and her towering chest rose and fell gently with her breathing. The collar of her combat uniform just revealed a small piece of white skin, which formed a sharp contrast with the black fabric, adding a bit of mystery and sexiness. Her shoulders were broad and powerful, as if they could carry the weight of the whole world.

The atmosphere in the entire New York airport became somewhat depressing. The originally noisy airport hall seemed to be shrouded in an invisible tense atmosphere. People seemed to be aware of the unusual atmosphere in the air, and their steps unconsciously quickened, with uneasy expressions on their faces.

In order to successfully keep Fisk this time, SHIELD has made sufficient preparations.

They planned carefully and brought out all kinds of secret weapons.

Those weapons were tightly packed in special boxes. They looked ordinary in appearance, but they contained powerful power.