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

"Yes, Mr. Fisk." Richard nodded, his expression completely frozen, as if he would never smile again.

"You are so lucky. These four missiles are the most valuable. Each one is worth tens of millions of dollars. Moreover, they seem to be prototypes. Stark Industries has not yet sold them to the outside world. Moreover, if you add a whole set of launchers, you have lost hundreds of millions of dollars worth of things...tsk tsk tsk!" Fisk closed the notebook with a forced smile.

"Maybe I should call Ross right away. Although it seems to be late at night in the United States, I think he should be happy to take the call."

Richard didn't hesitate at all and immediately begged Fisk for mercy. His originally straight spine seemed to have been drained of bones and muscles, and the whole person was slightly hunched.

His eyes were full of pleading, and his voice was trembling: "Mr. Fisk, please, don't tell General Ross about this now.

I know that this was my fault and I am willing to take full responsibility. I only ask that you give me some time to investigate this matter and get back what was lost."

Fisk put the notebook into his arms and patted Richard's shoulder gently. The action seemed gentle, but it carried an unquestionable sense of oppression.

He still had a fake smile on his face, staring at Richard with sharp eyes, and said slowly: "Colonel, I can keep my mouth shut, but I hope that my trip to Japan this time will make me happy and impressive. In addition, you should understand that I can help you conceal it for a while, but the truth will eventually come out. If this matter cannot be properly resolved, you will not be able to explain it to Ross anyway.

I don't want to cause myself unnecessary trouble because of your mistake, so you'd better take action in the shortest possible time and don't let me down."

Richard understood the hidden meaning of Fisk's words.

I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fisk, your trip to Japan will be very pleasant.

In addition, I will find these lost things as quickly as possible, even if it means turning the whole of Japan upside down." Richard gritted his teeth when he said the last sentence.

"Don't worry." Fisk said nonchalantly, "I have some experience in finding things, so I can help you. But you have to do me a small favor."

"As long as I can help, I will do my best to help."

Richard was immediately delighted. The power displayed by Fisk was simply not something that ordinary people could possess. What's more important was that the steel door made of titanium-steel alloy could not be knocked open even by an armored vehicle, but Fisk tore it open with one hand.

If such a powerful force could help me, retrieving a few missiles and launchers would definitely not be a difficult task!

"Help me find a place to live, closer to Tokyo and higher up. I don't want to live below the Japanese. I want the Japanese to look up to me!"

Chapter 205: The contrasting Japanese woman.

Melanie had already chosen a warehouse.

However, from the current perspective, these goods are not safe no matter where they are placed. Instead of transferring them to their own warehouses, it is better to keep them in this military base for the time being.

This way, at least it can be a little safer.

If it were in the past, Richard would probably not agree with Fisk's decision.

Because, the sooner these goods disappear from his sight, the safer it will be for him, and his task is only to keep these goods until Fisk comes to Japan.

Therefore, he only needs to complete his task and everything that happens after that will have nothing to do with him.

He successfully submitted this letter of allegiance to Ross.

However, plans can never keep up with changes.

Now, such expensive cargo is lost.

Richard was distraught.

Richard wanted to give all his lovers in Japan to Fisk, and only asked him not to talk to Ross. Richard would not refuse Fisk's request, and he did not dare to refuse it.

After all, Fisker is only a phone call away.

Richard would die without a burial place.

In front of Richard, Fisk called Ross and reported that everything was normal. Richard's face was full of gratitude. "Mr. Fisk, where do you think we should start?"

Fisk stretched lazily and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I just arrived in Japan. Just keep an eye on the other things for me. If you lose another one, you can jump into the Sea of ​​Japan by yourself."

Fisk turned and walked out of the warehouse.

Melanie and the others did not go into the warehouse. This was Fisk's instruction, so everyone obediently stood outside and waited quietly.

Fisk raised his head slightly and looked towards the somewhat gloomy sky, as if he was pondering something.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the sky carefully. Judging from the angle of light and shadow and the position of the sun, it was almost two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

He frowned.

Judging from this time, it seems that we won’t be able to make it in time for lunch.

However, we can't wait until dinner time on an empty stomach.

After all, it’s not a pleasant feeling to have an empty stomach, especially after being busy for so long.

"What's going on?" Erica asked softly, frowning slightly with a worried look on her face. Except for May Parker, who was still confused and didn't know what was going on, everyone else knew clearly why they came all the way to Japan this time.

Of course, Natasha, who was still trapped in the suitcase, didn't know either, and no one was willing to say anything to her, as if she had been forgotten by everyone in that small space.

"It's no big deal. Colonel Richard expressed his willingness to help us continue to guard the goods. This way we don't have to go through the trouble of moving them ourselves." Fisk said as he walked back to the car at a leisurely pace.

"Melanie, you said before that you would treat me to some Japanese specialties. Can we still make it in time based on this schedule?"

As Fisk asked, he lazily slumped down in his seat, then very indecently stuffed his legs into Mai Shiranui's arms, looking relaxed and contented.

Without Fisk's invitation, Mai Shiranui lowered her head and began to massage him. Her slender and dexterous fingers pressed on Fisk's legs skillfully. The strength of each stroke was just right, sometimes gentle and soothing, like a breeze.

It's impossible to say that I haven't practiced.

Melanie shrugged her shoulders, her tone a little bit frivolous, and she simply leaned on Erica: "If it were an ordinary person, there would be nothing to eat, but since I said I want to treat you to a meal today, then I have to let you eat no matter what, right?"

Melanie looked like she was in charge of everything. Her demeanor and tone made her look just like a local boss in Japan, as if all the cuisine in Japan was under her control.

Fisk couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw her like this. "Hahaha!" The hearty laughter echoed in the car, as if it could dispel all the haze. "With your words, I don't have to worry about going hungry today. But don't ask me to pay the bill after dinner." There was a hint of ridicule in his words.

"Of course..." Melanie became serious immediately upon hearing the word "money", and said in a flattering tone, "Boss, I only said I would treat you, but I didn't say I would pay. I don't have much money, and my salary is not enough to treat you to a meal. Besides, how can an employee and the boss come out and ask the employee to pay for it themselves!" Her expression was serious and a little funny, as if she was stating an extremely important fact.

"How can the guests pay the bill when we treat you to a meal?" Fisk rolled his eyes. The exaggerated expression made Erica laugh.

Melanie took advantage of the situation and hugged Erica. Her soft body wrapped around Erica like a vine, and she muttered coquettishly: "Erica, look, the boss bullies me. Do you think it's easy for me? I'm just a diligent worker. I get up early and go to bed late every day. I earn a little hard-earned money. How can I have any extra money?" As she spoke, she blinked her big watery eyes, and she looked as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Erica didn't say anything, but just grinned with a sly smile and gently lifted Melanie's hand. On that wrist was a pure gold ladies' watch, which shone brightly under the light from the car, as if showing off its luxury. Erica showed the watch to everyone as if she was showing off a rare treasure.

"Wow!" Fisk immediately shouted exaggeratedly. His expression was as if he had discovered a new world. His eyes were wide open and he said loudly, "These things are expensive. They seem to be called Rolex, right?

I remember that watches of this brand are very expensive, not everyone can afford them, and I don’t even have one!”

Hearing this, Melanie seemed to have her secrets exposed. She quickly pulled her wrist back with a guilty conscience and held it tightly against her chest. She blushed and said in defense, "I bought this with my own money, really! I spent a long time saving and saving money to save it bit by bit."

The car was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and the suffocating tension just now was swept away. The oppressive feeling of passing through the crowded crowd just now was thrown out of the sky at this moment, as if those uncomfortable experiences were just illusions, which were instantly shattered by the laughter in the car without leaving a trace.

However, outside the nanny car, it was a different scene. There were still some blood stains on the body of the car, and the dark red marks were particularly glaring in the sun. Some of the blood stains were in the form of dots, and some were in the form of stripes, as if telling of the cruelty that had just been experienced.

The wind blew gently, carrying a faint smell of blood, but the people in the car were immersed in a relaxed atmosphere, as if they didn't care at all, and as if they didn't have any feelings at all.

The main gate of the base was blocked by ambulances. Logically speaking, after such a vicious incident - the US military drove a car into the demonstrators, there would be various newspapers and TV stations outside in addition to ambulances, but now there was no reporter from a newspaper outside except for ambulances.

Or it should not be said that they are blind, but rather - they are pretending to be deaf and dumb.

The status of Americans in Japan has been in a very special state since World War II.

in other words.

Where is the independent Japan?

It's just a colony of the United States.

The nanny car drove out of the US military base alone.

Richard originally wanted to arrange American soldiers to serve as bodyguards.

But Fisk rejected it.

This time when he came to Japan, Fisk hoped to relax and relieve the frustration in his heart.

It may be cool to wander around with a bunch of American soldiers, but you lose your freedom.

The nanny car drove back to Tokyo, and Fisk talked to Lester on the phone. The whole United States was still in the midst of a mutant riot, but there was a vague trend of being suppressed.

As the world's most populous immigrant country, the United States is adept at handling such riots, even when facing mutants with powerful destructive power.

Politicians typically have a complex but effective "combination punch" strategy for dealing with domestic riots.

The first is information control and public opinion guidance. They will quickly mobilize various intelligence agencies and media resources to collect information about the rioters, including their action patterns, personnel composition, demands, etc., and use mainstream media to guide public opinion.

Through news reports, the rioters were portrayed as extremists who disrupted social order, while the government's actions were publicized as being aimed at maintaining the safety and normal life order of the general public and winning the support of the majority of the people.

In terms of suppression by force - of course, using force to suppress ordinary people is effective, but for these mutants who have mastered violence, using force to suppress them is, to some extent, no different from seeking death.

Therefore, suppressing mutant riots by force is ineffective.

Then let’s go directly to the third step and start from the social level.

At the social level, a strategy of division and disintegration is adopted, and those who participate in the riots are not dealt with uniformly. Politicians find out those who are incited and deceived, communicate through channels, and promise that they will not be held accountable if they lay down their weapons and leave the scene. However, they resolutely fight against, arrest, and severely punish the organizers and core instigators of the riots in accordance with the law, thereby playing a role in establishing authority.

After that, it’s all about making big promises.

Because there is no need to say anything more, just spend money.

These three sets of combined punches came down.

No one can stop it.

However, Fisk was not prepared to support the mutant riots, nor did he want the mutant riots to last too long. The reason he did this was just to disgust certain people.

I believe some people must be having a hard time right now.

This time it's to give Ross face.

If there is a next time.

It's no use no matter who comes to plead for me.

Fisk would kill someone.

When we drove out of Tokyo, the road was smooth because there were military vehicles leading the way. But now that there are no military vehicles leading the way, the Japanese around us will not be polite, and the road is very congested.

However, everyone was in a good mood, so no one cared. However, after the car entered Shinjuku, the congestion became even worse. The cars were like being stuffed into a can of sardines, and could only move forward little by little. Every car was tightly packed together, and the impatient horns honked one after another, but it couldn't make this steel torrent flow faster.

As the sun gradually moved westward, many homeless people gradually appeared on the roadside. For a large international city, homeless people are naturally indispensable. Some of them were sitting or lying, some were leaning against the wall, covered with dirty blankets.

Most of these people are the product of the bursting of the Japanese economic bubble. In the era when the bubble was inflating wildly, they may have indulged in the extravagance and enjoyed the dividends brought by the false prosperity. However, when the bubble burst in an instant like a dream bubble, they did not have enough wisdom and ability to deal with the collapse of the economy, and could only be ruthlessly swept away by the torrent of the times.

They just looked pitiful, but they didn't deserve any sympathy. At least, Fisk wouldn't feel any pity for them, not to mention that these guys were Japanese.

Of course, if their wives and daughters were as beautiful as Mai Shiranui, Fisk might be interested in taking a closer look.

As the traffic continued to move forward, Fisker finally understood why there was such a congestion.