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

Fisk took off his headphones and slowly stretched out his hand, which was large and powerful, with his fingers slightly bent like an eagle's claw. When his hand grasped the tape in his hand, a powerful force instantly emanated from his palm.

He began to squeeze it with such force that it seemed as if he could crush steel. As he squeezed harder, the tape and the entire recorder were flattened. At that moment, the metal and plastic made a creaking sound as if they were protesting against this powerful force. The tape twisted and deformed in his palm, gradually losing its original shape.

The entire recorder was crushed beyond recognition under this tremendous pressure, and its parts were scattered all over.

Then a faint heat spread over his palm. The brown tapes exposed to the air began to soften rapidly, and the edges curled up slightly, like paper scorched by the scorching sun. The luster on the surface of the tapes gradually dimmed, like a dead leaf that had lost its vitality. As the temperature continued to rise, wisps of thin green smoke began to emerge from the tapes, and the smoke rose up with a strange smell.

The material of the tape gradually decomposed under the high temperature, and the magnetic powder that was originally neatly arranged became chaotic and disordered. They were like a group of lost ants, struggling in a high-temperature furnace. After a while, the tape was burned into a black residue, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of an argument behind me.

"What a terrible smell!" The young Asian woman complained with a frown. She had long red hair that was particularly dazzling under the light. The long hair was as smooth as silk, swaying slightly with her movements, adding a bit of elegance to her.

"Cough, cough, cough!" She coughed several times in a row, and her face became uglier. The stewardess came over and explained to her patiently with a professional smile on her face: "Ma'am, I'm very sorry for giving you a bad experience.

There may be a minor malfunction in one of the devices on the plane, which caused the odor. Our staff is urgently investigating and handling it, please be patient. We will solve this problem as soon as possible to ensure your comfortable journey. "

The Asian woman didn't buy it. She raised her chin slightly and said with dissatisfaction in her tone: "What kind of broken plane is this?

You must fix this problem immediately or I will file a complaint with your airline."

The stewardess still kept smiling and said more sincerely: "Ma'am, we understand your feelings very well. We will do our best to solve this problem. Please trust our professional ability and service attitude. To express our apology, we can provide you with some drinks and snacks, hoping to relieve your discomfort."

The Asian woman’s expression eased a little, but she was still a little unhappy: “Okay, I hope you can solve it as soon as possible.

I don’t want to spend the entire trip smelling like this.”

To be honest, it looks quite strange for an Asian woman to have such red hair. What's more important is that her red hair doesn't look like it is dyed, but rather natural, and there are no other signs of mixed blood.

She sat quietly in her seat, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders, exuding a mysterious and charming aura. Passengers around her cast curious glances at her from time to time, and some whispered, speculating about her background. She seemed to be aware of these strange looks, but she didn't care.

That red hair is like a unique symbol that distinguishes her from everyone else.

There were two other Asian youths sitting next to her. One of them was tall and slender, with a cold face like a knife. His eyes were deep, as if hiding endless secrets. His short black hair was neat and tidy, and his slightly raised eyebrows revealed a hint of unruliness. He sat there quietly, but exuded an aura that was hard to ignore, as if he was a mysterious knight walking out of an ancient scroll.

The other young man was a little immature, with a look of confusion and curiosity in his eyes. He had soft features, fair skin, and slightly messy black hair that casually fell on his forehead. There was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, giving people a warm and friendly feeling, like a ray of sunshine in spring, which made people want to get closer.

From time to time, he looked at the first-class cabin in front of him which was covered with a curtain.

It seemed that he was very curious about everything in the first class cabin.

In the first class cabin just one step away.

Mai Shiranui used a towel to gently wrap up the garbage in Fisk's hands that had turned into residue and ashes.

She looked focused and serious, as if she was completing an extremely important task.

Then, she stood up gracefully and threw the bag of garbage into the trash can. Afterwards, she took a new towel and slowly squatted down again, kneeling on the ground like a maid. Her graceful figure was slightly bent at this moment, adding a bit of gentleness and obedience. She carefully wiped the black stains on Fisk's palm, and every movement was cautious, for fear of hurting Fisk.

Fisk was very satisfied.

It looks like Mina has done a good job of training.

Little Lamb, worthy of being a teacher.

"Mai, please introduce Tokyo to me!"

Hearing Fisk's words, Mai Shiranui raised her head slightly, a trace of thought flashed in her eyes. She spoke softly, her voice still pleasant.

“My Lord, Tokyo is an extremely complex city. It has an amazing side, with tall buildings lining the bustling streets and shining neon lights creating a dreamlike atmosphere at night.

There are rich and diverse food here, from exquisite sushi to delicious ramen, as well as various special snacks, which can meet the taste needs of different people from all over the world. Fashion trends are surging here, bringing together brands from all over the world, making it a paradise for global shopping enthusiasts.

The ancient temples and shrines are quiet and solemn, carrying a long history and culture, allowing people to find spiritual comfort in the hustle and bustle.

However, Tokyo is not perfect. The pace of life here is so fast that it makes people breathless. People are always in a hurry, as if driven by invisible pressure. Although transportation is convenient, the congestion during peak hours is also very annoying. High prices make the cost of living high, and for ordinary people, the pressure of survival is huge.

Moreover, behind this prosperity, there is also some indifference and alienation, and the relationship between people sometimes seems weak.

At the same time, there are many gangs. Although the number of gang members has decreased in recent years, various alternative casinos have gradually increased. Game halls and pinball halls are all over Tokyo, and the streets are full of bankrupt people. In the past two years, the number of homeless people in Tokyo and even in Japan has increased exponentially.

And according to incomplete statistics, the annual income of the underworld has increased from 80 billion US dollars to 120 billion US dollars. "

After Mai Shiranui finished speaking, she lowered her head again and continued to carefully wipe the stains on Fisk's hands, waiting for his response.

"Tsk, tsk, what a prosperous and abstract city!" Fisk reached out and gently stroked Mai Shiranui's cheek. Mai Shiranui's body stiffened slightly, and a hint of resistance flashed in her eyes, but she resisted and did not move, like a docile little rabbit.

At that moment, an invisible force seemed to surge slightly in Mai Shiranui's body, and a fiery aura was faintly rippling like a volcano about to erupt. A hint of stubbornness and pride flashed in her eyes, which was the fire deep in her heart trying to break free. However, this aura only lasted for a very short moment, just like a flame extinguished by a gust of wind, it soon disappeared without a trace. She lowered her head again and returned to her docile appearance, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, hiding the turmoil in her heart. Her eyes, which were originally full of vitality and fighting spirit, now had a submissive and soft light. Her hands were gently folded in front of her, her posture was elegant and respectful.

Every movement is just right, not appearing overly flattering, yet fully reflecting the well-behaved character after being trained.

When Fisk's fingers moved again, Mai Shiranui just bit her lower lip slightly, but did not dare to resist in the slightest.

Her breathing became extremely gentle, as if she was afraid of causing Fisk's dissatisfaction.

However, that moment of momentum attracted the attention of many people in the business class. The fiery breath was like a sudden lightning, instantly breaking the originally dull atmosphere. People were originally either immersed in their own thoughts or boredly looking at the clouds outside the window, but at this moment they were all attracted by this mysterious momentum.

They all turned their gazes towards the direction of the first-class cabin. Their eyes were full of curiosity and doubt, as if they were trying to find the source of that aura. Some people frowned slightly, secretly wondering who could emit such a strong aura.

Fisk turned his head as if he sensed something. His pupils turned dark without him noticing, like an endless abyss swallowing up all the light around him. The surrounding space lost all color in an instant, as if it had turned into a gray-white photo. Silence enveloped the area, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Fisk's eyes passed through the curtain between the first class and business class cabins. His eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing through layers of obstacles. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be frozen, with a chilling sense of oppression. There was no emotion in his eyes, only endless indifference and majesty.

The ordinary people sitting in the seats did not dare to meet Fisk's eyes. They subconsciously shrank their necks and lowered their heads like ostriches. The oppressive feeling made their heartbeats speed up involuntarily, as if an invisible big hand was tightly strangling their throats. They secretly prayed in their hearts that this weird confrontation would end as soon as possible, so that they could be freed from this suffocating atmosphere.

But apart from these ordinary people, many people did not lower their heads, but looked at Fisk seriously. Their eyes and pupils turned golden in an instant, a bright golden light, as if burning with a mysterious flame. Their eyes were deep and bright, like ancient gems, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

Two huge auras collided in the air. The invisible force hit the surroundings like a surging wave, and the air seemed to be distorted by this powerful aura. The objects in the business class trembled slightly, as if they were afraid of these two terrifying auras.

The sword-like sharp eyes clashed fiercely with the golden pupils, and every collision seemed to produce dazzling sparks. The passengers around held their breath and watched this scene nervously. They seemed to feel the tremendous pressure pressing on their hearts like a huge rock.

Fisk's eyes were still cold and majestic. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of danger was revealed in his black pupils.

The people with golden pupils had firm eyes and did not flinch. They exuded an unyielding fighting spirit. The two forces were deadlocked in the air, and no one was willing to give in. The whole space was shrouded in this tense atmosphere, as if a battle that would determine their fate was about to begin.

But in a sense, Fisk had already won, because he defeated many pairs of golden eyes by himself. Although those people with golden pupils were indomitable, they had to restrain their momentum slightly under Fisk's powerful pressure.

The Boeing plane quickly passed through the clouds, and the shadow of land appeared below.

At the same time, the huge momentum inside the cabin also swept in all directions like a sound wave. As if sensing this momentum, invisible ripples began to spread.

Waves as high as ten meters rushed towards the mainland, and it seemed as if something terrible was roaring. The roar seemed to come from an ancient giant beast, with endless anger and majesty. The waves hit the coast, splashing huge water, and the entire coastline was shaken by this sudden impact.

The golden pupils all looked out the window as if they had received some command, as if they had sensed something extremely terrifying.

Fisk still had no expression on his face, as if everything was under his control. He turned his head slightly and looked out the window at the approaching land, his black pupils flashing with a deep light.

"Well, are we there yet?"

“It’s pretty fast!”

Chapter 202: Meddling in other people’s affairs often does not end well.

"Well!"

“What a big scene.”

At this moment, Tokyo Narita International Airport was surrounded by a large number of military and police. Looking down from the sky, the vast apron was densely packed with uniformed and fully armed military and police personnel.

They watched everything around them vigilantly.

Among them, some American vehicles can be seen. These vehicles are neatly arranged, with the bodies shining with metallic luster, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

The plane slowly descended. Even before getting off the plane, one could already feel the tense atmosphere through the window. The tense atmosphere was like the air freezing, making it difficult to breathe. The passengers looked at each other, filled with anxiety and confusion, wondering what major incident had occurred that had triggered such a large-scale deployment of military and police.

They stared out the window, trying to find a clue from the serious faces of the military police, but all they saw were firm expressions and high alertness. As the plane got closer and closer to the ground, the tension became stronger, as if a huge storm was about to sweep over, and everyone was caught up in this unknown vortex.

All entrances and exits of the airport are strictly guarded, and numerous roadblocks are set up at the vehicle passage. Only vehicles that have passed strict inspection can pass.

In the terminal hall, there was a guard every three steps and a sentry every five steps. Under the watchful eyes of the military and police, people unconsciously lowered their voices, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere. The entire airport was crowded with people. In addition to the military and police, there were also a large number of staff members busy shuttling around, and their faces were also full of tension and anxiety.

The plane landed smoothly at the airport. The front and rear doors slowly opened. First-class passengers naturally received first-class treatment, and even the airport bus that came to transfer was not the same bus.

Fisk was the first to walk out of the cabin, his expression indifferent, as if he was used to everything around him. May Parker and Mai Shiranui followed closely behind him and began to move the large amount of luggage that had not been put into the luggage compartment.

Because there was so much luggage, it would take them some time to move it all.

At this time, the co-pilot immediately came over to help.

He also brought a lot of crew members.

They moved skillfully and quickly, some carrying larger suitcases while others picked up smaller packages.

With the strength of numbers, they quickly moved most of the luggage to the waiting airport bus.

During this process, no one spoke, only the sound of light footsteps and the rubbing of luggage.

Fisk glanced at them.

It can be seen that they are not ordinary people.

Fisk himself was carrying what looked like an ordinary suitcase.

Inside is naturally Agent Natasha.

She was currently curled up quietly in this small space.

It was really hard for her to be trapped in such a cramped luggage compartment for such a long time. This small space was like a cage, restricting her movements and forcing her to maintain an extremely uncomfortable posture.

However, Fisk thought that this should not be a difficult task for a top agent like Natasha. After all, she had experienced countless hardships and obstacles, and had already developed a steely will and extraordinary endurance.

She can survive and complete tasks in various extreme environments, so what does this little discomfort matter?

Besides, Fisk would use electric current to clear her blood vessels from time to time. The tiny current flowed through her body, bringing a slight numbness, which was enough to ensure that her body functions would not be affected by curling up for a long time.

In addition, May Parker also fed her a lot of food along the way.

And Natasha silently took the food and ate it bite by bite to help her replenish her strength.

So, Fisk was not worried about Agent Natasha's health.

Not far away, a group of people who had walked out of another cabin door were already standing next to the airport bus.

Of course, they had to wait for a while before they could get their luggage.

It was also the first time they saw Fisk face to face.

Especially those with golden pupils, of course at this moment their pupils have returned to their original colors.

They all turned their eyes to Fisk, and their faces were more or less serious. Because Fisk's body, which was like a small mountain, was too shocking. His tall and burly body was like an unshakable giant tower, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Those broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry the whole world, and his strong arms were full of strength, leaving no doubt that he possessed amazing destructive power. He stood there quietly, without saying a word, but it seemed as if an invisible aura was emanating, making the air around him heavy. Those with golden pupils stared at Fisk, secretly speculating on his identity and purpose.

They quickly recalled the powerful aura they had felt on the plane, and felt that the man in front of them was unfathomable. Their eyes showed vigilance and alertness, as if they were facing a potential huge threat.