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He knew that Natasha was now completely under his control and he could torture her as he pleased, enjoying the pleasure of being in control of everything.

"May! How about lending your toys to Ms. Natasha to play with?"

"Yes Master."

May Parker also had an expression of shame on her face. She hesitated for a moment. A "pop" sound was heard from the bathroom, and Natasha struggled hard.

Natasha's eyes were filled with shock and anger, and it was obvious that she had seen something extraordinary. Her body twisted violently, trying to get rid of Fisk's control, but the influence of the blue current had not subsided, and her struggle seemed so powerless.

At this moment, the air in the bathroom seemed to freeze, and the lingering sound of the "pop" seemed to still echo in the air. Natasha's breathing became rapid and disordered, and her cheeks turned red with anger and shame. She stared straight ahead, as if she wanted to engrave the shocking scene in her mind.

Fisk seemed very satisfied with Natasha's reaction. He smiled cruelly and grabbed Natasha's hair tightly, making it impossible for her to escape the scene in front of her.

May Parker lowered her head, not daring to look Natasha in the eye. Her body was trembling slightly, and her heart was filled with conflict and pain.

(I won’t write it anymore, just wait till you see it!)

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Fisk dragged his suitcase towards the boarding gate. The suitcase seemed to carry some unspeakable secret, and it was shaking slightly as he walked. The shaking was so subtle that it was almost unnoticeable if you didn't listen carefully, but it was particularly abrupt in this quiet airport corridor.

An unknown liquid dripped down the metal zipper onto the ground, one drop for every seven or eight meters of walking. The liquid dripped onto the smooth ground, making a slight "tick-tick" sound, which was small but felt like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

Every drop of liquid that fell would leave a tiny mark on the ground. The edges of the mark spread slightly, as if silently telling the unbearable thing that had just happened.

Fisk's expression was very relaxed, with a gentle smile on his lips. The smile seemed harmless, but it was chillingly cold.

Obviously, the entertainment in the bathroom just now made him feel very happy. He walked at a leisurely pace, each step was neither fast nor slow, as if he was not "escaping" but taking a pleasant journey.

His eyes revealed a kind of pride and satisfaction, as if the whole world was under his control. He swept his eyes over the people around him with a kind of superior arrogance, as if everyone was just a chess piece in his hand.

May Parker followed him obediently, her steps were heavy and slow, as if every step was filled with endless pain. Her eyes were dull and her face still had that shameful expression.

That expression hung over her face like a dark cloud, making her look particularly haggard.

She didn't dare to look at the people around her, but just walked silently, her heart full of guilt and helplessness. She knew she couldn't resist Fisk and could only let him control her, but deep in her heart she was struggling painfully.

When she glanced at the suitcase, a hint of shame and apology would always flash across her eyes. It was obvious that she knew everything about the contents of the suitcase. That hint of shame was like a heavy yoke, pressing her so hard that she could hardly breathe.

Her eyes became dim at that moment, as if she had fallen into endless darkness. She wanted to escape from it all, but she knew she had nowhere to go. The guilt in her heart was like a surging tide, constantly impacting her mental defenses.

She hated her own weakness, hated that she couldn't get rid of Fisk's control, and hated that she couldn't do anything about the poor man in the suitcase. Every time she saw the suitcase, she seemed to hear the faint sound of struggle coming from inside, and that sound was like a sharp thorn, piercing her heart and making her suffer.

She clenched her hands tightly together, digging her nails deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all. Her heart was full of contradictions. On the one hand, she felt ashamed of her powerlessness, and on the other hand, she felt desperate for her situation.

At the boarding gate, Erica was playing with Mai Shiranui's hair. Her eyes were cold and sharp, as if she didn't care about anything around her.

Her eyes were like two sharp swords that could penetrate one's soul. Her fingers gently entwined the bright red hair, her movements gentle and graceful, as if she was caressing a precious work of art.

Mai Shiranui had some resistance, but she didn't dare to oppose Erica. There was a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and her body was trembling slightly, but she didn't dare to resist at all, and she seemed to be catering to Erica.

The latter's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile. There was an elusive meaning in that smile, which made people tremble. She saw Fisk coming and nodded slightly, as if waiting for a new adventure.

There was another security check at the boarding gate. Fisk placed the suitcase on the conveyor belt. The suitcase suddenly shook violently, which attracted the attention of the inspectors. The violent shaking seemed to be a ferocious beast trapped inside, eager to break free. The inspectors looked at each other with puzzled and alert expressions on their faces.

But Fisk only glanced at the man who wanted to meddle in other people's business, and the latter immediately took a step back. Fisk's eyes were full of majesty and oppression, and just one look was enough to make people shudder. The man was pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

Then a tall female prosecutor came over, it was none other than Angela.

She had a stern look, and her eyes revealed professionalism and decisiveness, as if she had really become a border inspection officer.

She pressed the button to let the suitcase pass through the X-ray, glanced at the picture on the screen next to her, and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

As the conveyor belt passed by, the suitcase began to shake more violently. The shaking became more and more intense, as if it might break at any time.

The sound of metal colliding and rubbing was particularly harsh in the quiet boarding gate, making people worry about what was inside.

However, the people around seemed not to notice it. They were either rushing to board the plane or immersed in their own thoughts, ignoring the unusual suitcase.

Angela placed the checked suitcase on the ground, shook hands with Fisk, and said calmly, "Have a nice trip, sir." She had a professional smile on her face, but her eyes revealed a hint of complicated emotions.

Fisk shook his hand while taking hold of the handle of the suitcase.

This metal handle looks different in color from the suitcase handle. Instead, it looks more like a long stainless steel stick. As the suitcase shakes, the stick continues to rise and fall.

A blue electric light flashed across Fisk's palm, which was barely perceptible as he gripped the handle. The light disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared. And almost the next second, a long, low groan came from the suitcase.

"Woo!"

The sound was full of pain and helplessness, which made people feel pity. Then, the water drops dripped more conspicuously along the edge of the suitcase onto the airport floor. The water drops were crystal clear, but they carried a disturbing "fragrance"!

Chapter 200 What’s in the Suitcase?

Fisk dragged the suitcase forward, and the wheels of the suitcase made a clacking sound on the ground of the airport hall. The sound was particularly abrupt in the noisy airport environment, as if it was telling Natasha's experience.

Each click was like a heavy hammer hitting Natasha's heart, making her even more terrified and desperate in the dark suitcase. Natasha figured it out, and now it seemed that no one could save her.

In the darkness, Natasha's breathing became rapid and heavy. She tried to calm herself down and think about how to escape.

However, her mind was in a mess, and fear tightly wrapped around her, making it impossible for her to concentrate. She didn't know where Fisk would take her, nor what kind of torture would be waiting for her.

The suitcase kept shaking with Fisk's steps, and Natasha inside it curled up tightly, trying not to make any sound.

After coming out of the bathroom, Fisk did not hide himself anymore. Therefore, the SHIELD agents soon discovered him. However, they did not dare to act rashly. Because, unknowingly, the SHIELD agents found that they had been surrounded.

The ones who surrounded them were none other than Fisk's subordinates. Many gunmen in windbreakers appeared around the SHIELD agents throughout the New York International Airport. Under their bulging windbreakers, one could vaguely see all kinds of heavy guns.

The gunmen had expressionless faces and cold eyes, like a group of emotionless killing machines. They stood there quietly, holding their weapons tightly in their hands, ready to fire at any time. The atmosphere at the airport suddenly became tense and depressing, as if a storm was about to come. The agents of SHIELD secretly groaned in their hearts, knowing that they were in an extremely dangerous situation, so no one acted rashly.

Of course, this does not mean that they are afraid of these gunmen. As long as their superiors give the order, they will still act immediately. However, the agent who served as the commander-in-chief on the scene suddenly disappeared and no one knew where he went. This put the agents of SHIELD in a delicate dilemma. On the one hand, they were wary of the gunmen around them, and on the other hand, they were anxiously looking for the missing commander.

The air was filled with tension, and every SHIELD agent was on edge. They glanced around from time to time, observing the gunmen's every move, while also keeping an eye out for any signs of the commander.

Time passed by, but there was still no news from the commander, and the agents were feeling uneasy. Their eyes revealed anxiety and confusion, not knowing what had happened to the commander. Some agents began to whisper to each other, speculating on various possible scenarios, but none of them could put them at ease.

What they didn't know was that their commander had actually arrived at the scene, but at this moment he was like a kitten, curled up in the suitcase. Natasha felt the suitcase shaking in the dark, and she wished she could rush out immediately, but she was powerless. She could only pray silently, hoping that the team members would find her situation as soon as possible and find a way to solve the problem.

The flight that Fisk was on from New York, USA to Tokyo, Japan, was an international flight. After passing through the inspection gate, he had to go through another customs checkpoint. Fisk had a calm expression, dragging the suitcase containing Natasha, and walked slowly towards the customs checkpoint.

His steps were steady, as if everything was under his control.

At the customs checkpoint, the staff were busy checking the passengers' luggage and documents. Fisk's appearance did not attract much attention from them, after all, a large number of passengers passed by here every day.

"Sorry!" This shout was particularly abrupt in the noisy airport. There was a hint of urgency and seriousness in the voice, as if something important was about to happen. Fisk frowned slightly, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Feel sorry!"

The cry rang out again, clearer and more determined.

Agent Coulson, along with a group of security personnel and special agents, quickly ran over here.

Their figures shuttled through the crowd like a black torrent, unstoppable.

The leading agent Coulson had a solemn expression, his black suit was straight, and the ID on his chest was shining in the sun, as if declaring his authority.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard behind me. A dozen airport security guards wearing black suits with their ID cards hanging on their chests, along with seven or eight fully armed airport special agents, ran towards me quickly.

Their footsteps echoed in the airport hall like thunder, attracting the attention of the surrounding passengers.

People stopped and looked at the scene curiously, not knowing what was happening.

Fisk's face was unusually calm.

Erica and Mai Shiranui also sensed the danger coming. They looked at the security personnel rushing over vigilantly, ready to deal with possible conflicts at any time.

May Parker seemed a little panicked. She followed Fisk closely, not knowing what to do. After all, May Parker knew what was in the suitcase. Her heart was beating like a drum, and nervousness and fear were intertwined in her heart. Various possible consequences kept emerging in her mind, and each one made her shudder.

She secretly observed the situation around her, watching the security personnel and special agents approaching, and her uneasiness became stronger. She wanted to warn Fisk, but she was afraid that her actions would cause more trouble. She could only pray silently, hoping to find a solution to the problem.

May Parker's hands were tightly clenched at the corner of her clothes, and her palms were soaked with sweat.

She is just an ordinary person after all.

Without the strength to experience such a big scene, he could only tremble in fear.

Agent Coulson led the security personnel and special agents to quickly surround Fisk and others.

His eyes were sharp, staring at Fisk intently, as if he could see through him.

"Mr. Fisk, we suspect you of being involved in illegal activities. Please cooperate with our investigation." Agent Coulson's voice was firm and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.

Fisk sneered and crossed his arms: “Agent Coulson, what evidence do you have that I am involved in illegal activities?

I'm just an ordinary traveler, preparing to take a plane to Japan."

Natasha, curled up in the suitcase, became excited when she heard Coulson's voice. She seemed to see a ray of light in the darkness, and a strong hope surged in her heart.

She made a purring sound, trying to get Coulson's attention.

However, at this moment, light blue electric current began to spread over her body.

The electric current moved on her skin like a tiny poisonous snake, causing bursts of stinging pain. Natasha's body shook violently, and the pain instantly twisted her features. She clenched her teeth, trying not to make any louder sounds, but the torture of the electric current was too strong.

The suitcase began to vibrate violently, with the amplitude increasing. Natasha's body kept hitting the wall of the suitcase in the narrow space, and each collision made her feel a sharp pain. Her hair was scattered on her face, and sweat and tears were intertwined. Her limbs twitched uncontrollably, as if she was desperately fighting against the electric current.

In this small box, Natasha felt like she was trapped in hell.

This naturally caught Coulson's attention.

Agent Coulson pursed his lips and nervously took a defensive posture: "Mr. Fisk, do you think we will act easily without evidence? We have already obtained some clues, and I believe you will not let us down."

After that, he signaled the security personnel to check Fisk's suitcase.

The security guards rushed forward and tried to drag the suitcases off the ground. Fisk did not intend to stop them. He just stood there quietly with a mysterious smile on his face. That smile seemed to hide countless secrets and conspiracies, which were hard to understand.

Agent Coulson stared at Fisk closely, his heart full of vigilance. He didn't know why Fisk was so calm, could he have any other tricks up his sleeve? The security guards approached the suitcase cautiously, their hands trembling slightly, as if they were opening a Pandora's box full of unknown dangers.

But just as they were about to touch the zipper, the ground suddenly began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had occurred. Everyone panicked, and the security guards stopped what they were doing and looked around, trying to find the source of the vibration.

Thick black smoke suddenly erupted from the tower in the distance, and the glass of the airport lobby just happened to show this scene. The black smoke rolled and surged like ink, as if a huge demon was awakening.

People looked towards the tower in horror, their hearts filled with anxiety and fear. The airport was in chaos, and passengers screamed and ran away. Agent Coulson's face was solemn, he realized that this was definitely not an ordinary earthquake, there must be a bigger crisis coming.

Fisk still maintained that mysterious smile, as if he had expected all this. Erica and Mai Shiranui also seemed exceptionally calm, as if they were not surprised by this sudden situation.

"what happened?"

Coulson suddenly pressed the earphone on his ear. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and confusion. A moment later, he heard an emergency report from the headquarters, and his face became even gloomier. His serious expression seemed to be shrouded by a thick cloud, making people feel a heavy pressure.

It turns out that it's not just the airport that's experiencing abnormalities, nor is it just New York, but a large-scale mutant riot has occurred throughout the United States. From bustling cities to quiet towns, from vast plains to steep mountains, tension and chaos are everywhere. As if driven by an invisible force, the mutants have taken to the streets, showing off their powerful and dangerous abilities.

The root cause of the mutant riots was the disclosure of a document. The US government was researching a genetic weapon that could eliminate all mutants once and for all. This news was like a bombshell, instantly causing intense panic and anger among the mutant community. The document that was quietly circulated was like a torch that ignited a powder keg, causing the already undercurrent situation to explode instantly.

According to that document, this genetic weapon will be placed in all drinking water in the future. This genetic weapon will inhibit the activity of X cells, which means that in the future, there will be no mutants with active X cells in the bodies of all babies.

This scenario undoubtedly triggered the concerns of ambitious mutants about the future. They seemed to see their own race heading towards extinction silently.