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

Fisk was also looking at them. The team on the opposite side looked like they came from a certain academy. They exuded a unique temperament, with the vigor and vitality of young people, as well as the calmness and confidence after rigorous training.

Although their clothes are different, they are all neat and decent, revealing a sense of norms and order. Some people carry backpacks, as if ready to embark on a new journey at any time, and some people hold books or notebooks in their hands, as if thinking about something important.

More importantly, they all have an aristocratic temperament.

This kind of temperament can never be faked.

Fisk nodded at them. The leader was an old man in a windbreaker. He nodded to Fisk on behalf of the entire team, and then the two of them shifted their gazes away.

"Is the suitcase he's pulling shaking?" A faint voice came from the crowd. No one knew who said it, but as soon as this sentence came out, many people's eyes were on the suitcase in Fisk's hand. The suitcase was made of thick cloth, which completely wrapped Natasha up without revealing any traces. However, just because ordinary people couldn't see it didn't mean they couldn't see it.

There were a few people who seemed to possess some special abilities. A golden light flashed deep in their pupils, as if they saw something vaguely, and the expressions on their faces were a little strange.

They frowned slightly, their eyes showing doubt and vigilance. The golden light flickered in their pupils, as if trying to penetrate the barrier of the suitcase and see the real situation inside.

One of them bit his lower lip lightly and whispered, "There seems to be an unusual smell in this suitcase. Could it be..." He didn't continue speaking because the leader, who looked like a professor, had already glanced over at him.

He said coldly.

This interrupted everyone's intention to continue the discussion.

"boarding!"

Two transport trucks, one in front and one behind, drove towards the airport hall.

Melanie leaned against the departure gate. Next to her stood a relatively handsome American officer with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a military uniform.

There was no one else except the two of them, but a vacuum zone with a diameter of five or six meters formed around them. The empty area was like an invisible barrier, isolating them from the outside world.

Many Japanese walked past them, looking at the officers with fear and terror in their eyes.

The officer tilted his head slightly, looked at Melanie, and said softly, "Ma'am, they should have arrived."

"Don't ask me, you are the local boss here." Melanie picked her nose in an unbelievable way. Her eyes kept scanning the exit, as if she was looking for something. The officer shook his head, his expression still gentle.

After a moment of silence, Melanie suddenly said, "Your show is a bit too much. My boss won't like it very much."

The officer shrugged and said in a rather strange tone: "I didn't expect there would be such a big scene. I just informed these Japanese, but I didn't expect them to take it so seriously. Tsk tsk.

However, I can only follow the orders from my superiors.

Besides, this situation is really unusual, so it's always better to be cautious." Melanie snorted, "I hope nothing goes wrong, otherwise I'll be in trouble again, and my boss hates trouble the most, I hope you don't make him feel uncomfortable."

"Don't worry, this is Japan, not America. There won't be any problems here!" A hint of arrogance appeared in the officer's eyes. When he looked at the Japanese around him, he couldn't help but reveal a condescending aura. He said in a tone that only he could hear: "They are just a group of obedient sheep. What trouble can there be?"

While the two were talking, Fisker appeared in the crowd carrying a suitcase. Melanie immediately raised the sign in her hand and walked over with the officer.

"boss!"

They crossed the cordon and walked directly into the exit, which was against the rules, but the police and security personnel on guard only looked at the officer for a moment and pretended not to see him. Melanie and the officer quickly came to Fisk's side.

Melanie hugged Erica with a smile on her face.

The officer straightened his back and saluted Fisk, then said to Fisk in a gentle and respectful voice: "Welcome, Mr. Fisk. I am Colonel Richard, and I will be the one to meet you this time."

Fisk nodded slightly, his expression still indifferent, "Well, I hope this cooperation can go smoothly." Colonel Richard quickly responded: "We will not let you down, we have made full preparations." May Parker watched quietly at the side, with a barely perceptible flash of thought in her eyes.

"Let's go first. I don't intend to be viewed like an animal in a zoo here."

"Okay sir, please follow me, I have prepared the car." Richard made a gesture of invitation, and then walked forward first, but he turned back after taking a few steps and looked at him with an extremely respectful attitude, just like a cautious receptionist.

Fisker pulled the suitcase and walked straight to the exit without stopping, followed closely by the others. Wherever they passed, the people around them looked at this unique combination of theirs, their hearts full of curiosity and doubt.

Someone opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back.

Some people stared at them with wide eyes, but did not dare to make a sound. Others quietly exchanged glances with the people around them.

The entire airport seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force. People could only watch them leave silently, as if they were witnessing a mysterious and significant event.

There was awe, curiosity, and worry in those sidelong glances, but under the pressure of this powerful aura, no one dared to open their mouth to discuss it, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

This strange scene, like a silent drama, quietly took place in the airport lobby, leaving a deep impression on people.

The reason they all dared not speak was because of Richard's military uniform.

In this country, that is the absolute trump card.

When he was about to leave the airport, Fisk met the gang again.

They didn't know why they were so fast in getting their luggage. But they were blocked at the exit. The whole airport was on alert because of Fisk's arrival, so if they wanted to leave the airport, they had to go through two security checks, and the procedures were particularly complicated. If it weren't for the X-ray machine, they would have to be stripped naked for the inspection.

Fisk naturally didn't need to go through security check. Under the guidance of Richard, he walked towards the open security passage nearby. This attracted the attention of many people and made those people who exuded aristocratic aura frown.

Just as Fisk was about to leave the airport, a voice suddenly came out from the crowd: "I think you should check his suitcase. There seems to be a person in it!" This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the suitcase in Fisk's hand, their eyes full of curiosity and suspicion.

Colonel Richard's face darkened, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He was about to start a reprimand, but Fisk raised his hand slightly to stop him. Fisk slowly turned around, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at the person who was speaking coldly.

He was a young man with golden hair and arrogance in his eyes, like a medieval nobleman.

Fisk's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"What makes you think there's a person in my box?"

The young man met Fisk's gaze without fear, "Intuition, I trust my intuition."

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Chapter 203: Japanese? Just run them over.

Fisk laughed softly, and the laughter echoed in the silent airport hall, but it carried an invisible sense of oppression.

"Intuition? That's an interesting reason.

In this world, accusing others based on intuition alone can bring yourself into a lot of trouble."

The blond young man raised his chin slightly and said confidently: “For me, my intuition is rarely wrong.

There is an unusual smell in your suitcase, which is definitely not what ordinary luggage should have. "

Fisk raised an eyebrow, "Unusual smell?

Maybe you just drank too much on the plane, so your mind is a little abnormal now." His voice was calm, but every word seemed to contain deep meaning.

Erica and Melanie were discussing where to go shopping.

When they were in New York, they were very good shopping friends.

When the two of them were in New York, they often went on shopping sprees, especially under the leadership of Erica, the shopaholic.

Erica's eyes sparkle with stars whenever she mentions shopping. She has an endless passion for all kinds of fashion items, unique accessories and high-end cosmetics. Whenever she arrives at a new place, she is as excited as an explorer discovering a new continent to find those special shops hidden in the streets and alleys.

Although Melanie was not as crazy as Erica, she was also infected by her enthusiasm. In the streets of New York, they often walked hand in hand between various stores.

From the luxury brand stores on Fifth Avenue to the niche boutiques full of art in Brooklyn, they left their footprints everywhere. Erica always had a keen eye for the most popular styles, and her taste and insights on fashion often made Melanie admire her.

Now that they have arrived in Tokyo, the two men immediately prepare for a bloody battle.

But suddenly I encountered this situation.

Only then did Melanie notice the suitcase Fisk was pulling.

She curiously asked Erica beside her a few questions.

Erica rolled her eyes in annoyance and whispered something in Melanie's ear.

Melanie was also a little speechless.

However, he didn't say much.

Hearing Fisk's words, the blond young man curled his lips slightly.

Just as he was about to say something else, Melanie took a step forward and said, "Boss, the car is ready. I have already chosen a restaurant to welcome you. If you are late and the chef is off work, you can't blame me."

Fisk glanced at her gently with a smile on his lips. He said to the blond young man, "Little guy, you just arrived in Japan. I'm in a good mood today and I don't want to bother with you. Next time, keep your mouth shut and don't meddle in other people's business. Otherwise, you may die one day without knowing how you died." Fisk's eyes suddenly narrowed and he glanced at the crowd. He seemed to have seen a black shadow passing through. With his vision, he didn't capture the full picture of the black shadow. He just vaguely saw a young man wearing glasses and a tuxedo - don't mention it, the tuxedo was quite handsome.

As he said this, he pulled the suitcase and prepared to lead everyone away.

But that's the way it is. Fisk was clearly planning to let him go, but some people just didn't know how to live or die.

The blond young man sneered and said, "Now I can confirm that there is a person imprisoned in your suitcase..."

Before he finished speaking, the air around him seemed to freeze in an instant, and an oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

Richard bowed slightly to Fisk, turned around and took a step forward, and shouted: "Who are you? How dare you talk nonsense here?" As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the leader.

Fisk stopped and his eyes became even colder. He turned around slowly with a barely perceptible hint of annoyance in his eyes.

He didn't want to waste any more time on this boring thing, but the persistence of this blond young man was like an annoying fly, constantly challenging his patience. The friend next to the blond young man seemed to have realized the seriousness of the matter and began to pull his clothes, signaling him to stop talking, but he seemed to be possessed, shook off his friend's hand, and continued to stare at Fisk stubbornly: "According to Japanese law, I believe this is absolutely not allowed. Every piece of luggage should meet the size, weight and content requirements of the airport. If someone is suspected of hiding living things or human bodies in luggage, it will seriously violate the laws on aviation transportation safety, prevention of human trafficking, and public health safety.

So you broke the law, sir."

Fisk's face slowly calmed down. He stared at the blond young man with a cold look in his eyes: "Are you talking to me about Japanese law? Do you think I will be bound by these laws?" His voice was low and cold, and every word seemed to carry a sense of oppression.

After saying this, many people around changed their faces, especially those Japanese. Although all Japanese and people all over the world know that Americans are the emperors of the Japanese, there is still a last bit of face between the United States and Japan. After all, everyone wants to save face. Now Fisk is publicly defying Japanese laws, which is like trampling on them. Some Japanese airport staff showed embarrassed and resentful expressions on their faces. They clenched their fists, but dared not move. Those ordinary Japanese people dared not to speak, and could only stare at Fisk with angry eyes. In their hearts, the national self-esteem was faintly aching, but was deeply suppressed by the sense of powerlessness in reality.

Colonel Richard also realized that there was something wrong with Fisk's words, so he gently pulled the corner of Fisk's clothes, trying to make him calm down. But Fisk ignored him and continued to look at the blond young man coldly.

When the blond youth heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then a smug look appeared on his face. He seemed to think that Fisk's words would make him deserted by his friends and relatives, so he straightened his back and said, "You are so openly defying Japanese law, aren't you afraid of being condemned by international public opinion?"

The blond young man said as if he was sure of victory: "On Japanese soil, everyone must abide by Japanese laws. No one can be an exception!"

"Well said!" Many Japanese people in black clothes with name badges hanging in front of them walked over from the distance. They looked like they were from the Immigration Bureau or some procuratorate.

They walked in neat steps, with serious expressions and unquestionable determination in their eyes. The crowd automatically made way for them, and they walked straight towards Fisk and the blond young man.

Walking in front was a middle-aged man with meticulously combed hair. He narrowed his eyes slightly, switching his gaze between Fisk and the blond young man, and then said in accented but fluent English: "No matter who you are, you must abide by Japanese laws on Japanese soil. This is a basic principle." Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by everyone, bringing some subtle changes to the originally silent airport hall.

Colonel Richard frowned, but he didn't say anything. He just silently pressed a podium at his waist.

Fisk remained expressionless. He looked at these Japanese officials as if they were a group of ants who did not know their own limitations: "What are you going to do? Search my luggage?" His tone was full of provocation.

The middle-aged man was not frightened by Fisk's words. He responded calmly: "If you have not violated the law, why not accept the inspection? This is also to prove your innocence and maintain the dignity of Japanese law." The officials behind him nodded in agreement.

At this time, the blond young man showed a relieved smile on his face, and the people around him also had the same expression, thinking that these Japanese officials finally stood up to uphold justice. They looked at Fisk with a hint of expectation in their eyes, as if they were waiting to see Fisk's embarrassed appearance when he was searched.

But at this moment, the sound of dense footsteps sounded from a distance, and a large number of American soldiers in military uniforms quickly ran towards this side. Their steps were neat and powerful, and every step they took brought a kind of shocking power. In a blink of an eye, they dispersed the crowd and directly isolated everyone.