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

These American soldiers were like a steel barrier, surrounding Fisk and others and isolating them from the Japanese officials and their supporters. Their expressions were stern, their eyes were full of determination and loyalty, and their hands were tightly grasped with weapons, as if they would take immediate action if anyone dared to act rashly.

Fisk looked at this scene, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile, as if all this was within his expectations. Colonel Richard breathed a sigh of relief, he walked to Fisk and whispered: "Mr. Fisk, our people arrived just in time." Fisk nodded slightly, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, he did not speak, but cast his eyes on the Japanese officials and the blond youth who were separated outside.

Fisk pushed aside the soldiers in front of him, pointed at the group of people led by the blond young man and said, "I suspect they are international terrorists. Take them all away for investigation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Richard nodded vigorously, and the American soldiers rushed towards the group of people led by the blond young man without hesitation.

Those people were suddenly filled with surprise. They had never expected that things would develop to this point. The blond young man widened his eyes, his expression somewhat ferocious and angry, but just as he was about to speak, the leader who had been pretending to be dumb suddenly stopped him and said, "Let's cooperate."

The Japanese officials wanted to stop them, but the middle-aged man stepped forward and said, "You don't have any evidence, you can't just arrest people like this!"

But the American soldiers ignored them. Richard said coldly: "This is to ensure the safety of the airport and American citizens. We have the power to take necessary actions. If you have any questions, please call your defense minister and my superior." After that, they took the blond young man and others and began to evacuate.

Fisk stood there, his arms folded across his chest, looking at the people being taken away with a cold expression on his face. Colonel Richard whispered, "Mr. Fisk, will this cause more trouble? After all, this is Japan, and those Japanese officials will not let it go."

Fisk snorted softly and said, "What can they do? They still have to act according to the will of the United States. The good thing to do today is to teach them a lesson and let them know who is the real boss here. Do you really think you are the victor?"

The Japanese officials looked very ugly. Although they were filled with anger and resentment, they did not dare to take action easily under such circumstances. The middle-aged man frowned tightly. He knew that this matter was beyond their control. The intervention of American soldiers put them in an extremely embarrassing situation. They originally wanted to maintain the dignity of Japanese law, but they did not expect the United States to respond so strongly.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

"Go out first, the deputy commander is here."

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After leaving the airport hall, Fisk took a deep breath - it smelled terrible. The air was not fresh at all. Although Tokyo was a large international city, it was densely populated and there was almost nowhere to discharge all kinds of exhaust gas. Therefore, the air was not fresh at all, but on the contrary, it was a bit choking.

A large number of American soldiers and military vehicles stopped at the exit, blocking the entire road tightly. However, there was an emergency passage on the road ahead, which was always empty. When the Japanese private cars wanted to leave, they were immediately stopped roughly by the American soldiers responsible for maintaining law and order. Some cars tried to force their way through, but they were immediately beaten and kicked, and even had their windows smashed with batons.

At this moment, the young men and others who were escorted by the soldiers had also walked out. Richard had already obtained their passport records. He asked Fisk: "Mr. Fisk, what should we do with these people? Judging from the passport records, they are all ordinary citizens and there is nothing suspicious about them. If we take them away for investigation, I am afraid it will cause a bigger disturbance."

Fisk frowned, his eyes grimly swept over the prisoners, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why arrest them if there is no problem? However, I don't want to see them in Japan again. Let them go back to where they came from. Japan does not welcome them."

Colonel Richard hesitated for a moment and said, "But, Mr. Fisk, if we do this without solid evidence, it will not comply with international rules, and it will be difficult to explain to the Japanese government."

Fisk waved his hand impatiently: "International rules? In Japan, American rules are international rules, and my rules are American rules. As for the Japanese government, what do they think?

After so many years, they don't really think that they have become the victorious country, do they?

A vassal is a vassal, you should know this clearly! "

At this moment, a black luxury car drove up from behind and stopped not far from Fisk and others.

Fisker had actually seen this Japanese official car when he just left the airport hall. It was not difficult to see that this car had been parked here for some time.

Just now, when Fisk was chatting with Richard, a middle-aged man came out of the hall and trotted over. It seemed that the person in the official car should be his boss. Maybe not his direct boss, but definitely his immediate boss.

The car door opened, and a Japanese man in a fine suit got out. He had a seemingly humble smile on his face, but his eyes were shrewd and deep. He slowly walked towards Fisk, bowed slightly, and then said to Richard: "Colonel Richard, I am Sato, the Japanese internal affairs representative.

There may be some misunderstanding in this matter. I hope you can show mercy and release these people. They are guests of the Emperor and were invited to come to Japan for a research meeting..."

"I said, let them go back to where they came from." After Fisk said this to Richard in a deep voice, he stepped directly into the black nanny car without looking at the Japanese man again, even once.

Richard pursed his lips.

Richard was not the highest commander of the US military stationed in Japan, nor was he General Ross's confidant before. But that was before, and his meeting with Fisco this time could be seen as a token of his loyalty in a sense.

So, after hesitating for a few seconds.

Richard said to the Japanese with a cold face: "I believe Mr. Fisk has made it very clear. Please go back to where you came from. If you have any questions, this is our final decision." After that, he turned around and got in the car, and the other American soldiers also quickly climbed into their seats. The convoy left the airport in a mighty manner.

Fisk sneered at the people outside, opened the window when passing by them, and said in an extremely arrogant and provocative tone, "If I see you in Japan, next time, I will kill you!"

After saying that, he closed the window.

After saying this, the entire convoy suddenly accelerated and rushed into the lane not far away like a herd of rhinos running madly.

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Buzz buzz buzz~"

A slight vibration spread from the tires to the inside of the car. Melanie said nonchalantly, "Earthquakes have been frequent in Japan recently. It seems that the continental shelf has started to collide again. This kind of small earthquake is like commonplace in Japan. We are used to it."

Erica frowned slightly and looked out the window with some concern: "Although it is a small tremor, every earthquake is like the earth reminding people of its instability. When I was in Japan before, I thought it was a small tremor, but then a huge earthquake occurred, which almost buried me alive."

Fisk sat aside, half-closed his eyes, as if thinking about something important. After hearing their conversation, he just said lightly: "Japan is located at the junction of plates, and earthquakes are inevitable. This is also a risk that this country needs to face at all times. Both buildings and people's lifestyles are deeply affected by it.

The plates will move and earthquakes are normal.

Don’t make a fuss about it.”

Colonel Richard, who was sitting in the car with him, nodded and continued, "Yes, Mr. Fisk, it is precisely because of the frequent earthquakes that Japan's technology in earthquake-resistant buildings is world-leading. However, no matter how advanced the technology is, the power of nature is still awe-inspiring."

The other people in the car listened to their conversation and had their own thoughts.

The slight vibration lasted for a short while and then gradually disappeared, just as suddenly as it came.

The car continued to drive on the road. The atmosphere in the car was a little dull. Fisker looked at the street scene passing by outside the window, thinking about something.

"Now, where are we going?"

Fisk finally broke the silence. He looked at the road outside and found that the car was heading out of Tokyo. The road in front of him gradually became wider, and the tall buildings were gradually replaced by some low buildings and vast fields. He couldn't help but feel some doubts in his heart.

When Colonel Richard heard Fisk's question, he sat up straight and said in a firm tone, "Of course we go to the base first, Mr. Fisk.

Those goods have been piled up in the warehouse for a while and must be moved out as soon as possible. As you know, these goods are very important materials. They are not only related to our subsequent series of plans, but also may face various risks if they are kept in the warehouse for a long time. You have to go to the site to count and make sure that all the goods are intact and the quantity is accurate. "

Colonel Richard paused, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and then he lowered his voice and said, "Then I will take advantage of the recent frequent earthquakes to set fire to the base. Think about it, with frequent earthquakes, if a fire occurs in the base accidentally, it can be easily attributed to an accident caused by the earthquake. In this way, we can destroy some unnecessary traces.

After all, in this area, earthquakes are a perfect cover for many things we don’t want to be discovered.”

Fisk glanced at him. How could he not know what this guy was thinking?

This Richard wants to transfer the risk.

On the surface, they came to connect with him, but as long as the goods left the US military base, it would have nothing to do with him anymore.

However, considering that this was indeed his top priority when he came to Japan, Fisk naturally had nothing to say. After all, he couldn't let anything go wrong with what he promised Ross.

Besides, I can get my share of the profit from this business.

The San Fisk Group does need money.

US military bases do not just refer to the Okinawa bases.

In fact, there are US military bases in many places in Japan.

Especially near Tokyo.

There is a US military base there.

Of course, this is the biggest use of this base.

It is to make it convenient for senior officials to go to Tokyo and enjoy life at will.

At this moment, a group of people appeared on the road ahead. They seemed to have suddenly emerged from the ground and appeared in the middle of the road approaching the base.

Those were some Japanese who were holding signs to protest. These signs had various protest messages written in eye-catching Japanese and English, such as "US troops get out of Japan" and "Stop invading our roads". The slogans swayed in the wind, just like their owners' angry and resolute attitude.

The soldiers immediately became alert, and their originally relaxed sitting posture instantly became tense. They clenched their weapons and stared at the crowd in front of them, their eyes full of vigilance.

Colonel Richard, who was originally talking to Fisk, now sat up straight and his eyes became serious.

He frowned, his eyes revealing a mixture of anger and disdain, and cursed in a low voice: "These rubbish really don't know how to live or die. They actually dare to block the door."

Fisk remained calm, his eyes swept over the protesting crowd indifferently, as if he was looking at a group of insignificant ants. His expression did not fluctuate at all, as if everything happening before his eyes had nothing to do with him.

He just said indifferently: "Don't pay attention to it, just drive past." His voice was low and cold, with an unquestionable authority.

Richard was stunned. He had been in Japan for several years. Although he did not have a good impression of these servile Japanese, he had never driven a car directly through a crowd of people.

The protesting people became even more agitated when they saw that the US military vehicles showed no intention of slowing down.

They began to shout slogans loudly, and their voices rose and fell, echoing on the empty road.

Some people even tried to approach the vehicles, but stopped after being warned by American soldiers with guns. However, there was anger burning in their eyes, and they confronted the US military without flinching.

The other people in the car watched this scene and had different reactions. Melanie frowned slightly, but soon regained her composure. Erica looked at the protesters curiously, Mai Shiranui's eyes flashed with pity, and May Parker looked at the scene in front of her with some strangeness.

"Mr. Fisk, why don't you let me handle it?" Richard said a little nervously.

Although those ordinary soldiers appeared calm on the surface, they were actually a little nervous inside.

"I said, hit it!

My time is precious, and I have to go back to Tokyo to eat, and I don’t want to go hungry.”

Richard opened his mouth, but ultimately did not obey Fisk's order.

Before coming, he had a phone call with Ross, who only said one thing: everything must be done according to Fisk and Ross's orders must be followed unconditionally.

It was because of this sentence that Richard hardened his heart. He picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted to the vehicle in front: "Step on the accelerator, don't let go, hit it!"

Under Richard's command, the armored vehicle in the front maintained its original speed and drove straight towards the protesting crowd.

The driver hesitated, but soon he followed the order, stepped on the accelerator, and the engine roared like an angry beast. The vehicle rushed towards the group of Japanese who were shouting and protesting like a cannonball.

Suddenly, screams of terror broke out in the crowd. Those who were standing firmly in the middle of the road, full of anger, were instantly shrouded in fear. They stared with wide eyes, watching the huge armored vehicle rushing towards them, but their bodies seemed to be frozen and unable to move. A few people who reacted quickly tried to flee to the sides, but in such a short distance, their movements seemed so panicked and helpless.

The car crashed right into the crowd, accompanied by a horrifying crash. The protest signs were scattered everywhere, like leaves swept by a strong wind. The dull sound of human bodies colliding with the car was drowned out by the roar of the engine. Some people were knocked down directly under the wheels, and blood spread on the ground. The car did not stop because it hit people. It continued to rush forward, forcibly opening a bloody path in the crowd, ruthlessly crushing everything that stood in its way.

Those who were lucky enough not to be hit stood there in a daze, frightened and at a loss as to what to do by the bloody and horrifying scene before them. The deafening protests that had just been there came to an abrupt end, leaving only the sound of running vehicles and the painful groans of the injured echoing in the air.

With the armored vehicles leading the way, the convoy moved forward quickly without any resistance. Fisk looked at everything in front of him indifferently. He turned his head and looked at Richard: "Tsk tsk, I haven't seen the goods in the warehouse yet. You'd better pray that there is no problem with the goods in the warehouse."

Then, a man in a black suit flew up from the dispersed crowd of protesters. The Japanese man in a black suit did not expect to be discovered, and his face was full of surprise.

He had originally mixed in with the crowd, thinking that he could use the chaos of the protest to secretly observe the movements of the U.S. military, and to incite the protesters to block the gate and delay the convoy. However, he had not expected Fisk's eyes to be so sharp and his methods to be so ruthless that he dared to rush in directly.

However, he gritted his teeth and disappeared into the white smoke, turning into dust.

Erica's eyes narrowed slightly, and she whispered, "Ninja? It seems that things are not that simple."

Richard also realized at this time that these protesters were organized by people with ulterior motives. He said nervously: "Mr. Fisk, these ninjas must have a plan for their appearance. We have to be careful. There are still a lot of important supplies and confidential information in the base."

"It's okay, he can't run away." Fisk stretched his hand out of the window, and the next second, invisible ripples burst out from his palm. The ripples seemed invisible, but they contained powerful power, like an invisible net, spreading in the direction where the ninja just disappeared.

The Japanese who had changed his clothes and was among the protesters flew up from the ground again. The blue whirlwind was like a vacuum cleaner, which quickly lifted him up from the ground. His body struggled in the whirlwind, and his eyes were full of fear. He wanted to do the same thing and turn into white smoke again, but this time, no matter how many times he transformed, he couldn't escape the whirlwind. Fisk twisted his palm gently, and the Japanese who was caught in the whirlwind flew towards the car window.

But at this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from the distance.

The gunshot seemed particularly abrupt in the tense atmosphere, breaking the situation under Fisk's control.

Immediately afterwards, the Japanese man's head exploded, blood and brain matter splattered in the air, and then fell like raindrops.

The shooter did not hesitate at all. He pulled out a pistol from his waist and shot himself in the head again.

Suddenly, another head exploded. The scene was bloody and cruel.