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

The old man shook his head gently and said in a calm voice: "You... don't have much time left, why haven't you caught Logan yet?"

“Oh, the little wolf is on the way.

But I have to tell you, you now have a better choice.”

"what?"

"Secret!" Ophelia said as she walked past him, smiling as she walked, "Try to live. If you die before the plan starts, it won't be considered a breach of contract!

Shiro Yashida, the commander of Hydra, my teacher!"

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After entering the restaurant, the space in front of him suddenly became wider. From the outside, it looked like just a family-style pub, but when he actually walked in, Fisk found that the space inside was much larger than he had imagined.

Above the head is a simple but unique chandelier, with warm yellow light pouring down, shrouding the entire restaurant in a warm and mysterious atmosphere. The floor of the restaurant is covered with traditional Japanese tatami, and walking on it makes your steps unconsciously become softer.

There were several exquisite low tables in the middle of the hall, surrounded by matching futons, but they were all empty now.

On the walls around are hung paintings full of Japanese style, some depicting the magnificent scenery of Mount Fuji, and some showing traditional Japanese Kabuki. Each painting is lifelike, as if telling the history and culture of Japan.

At the end of the restaurant was an open kitchen. Monk Benyuan had already walked there and began to skillfully fiddle with various kitchen utensils. The knives flew up and down in his hands, shining with a cold light, which formed a sharp contrast with the warm environment around him.

In the kitchen separated by a wall, three or four men, also wearing chef uniforms, were processing the food in their hands with the same nervousness.

Each of them was very sturdy and strong, and one could tell from their aura that they were not ordinary people. The veins on their sturdy arms were bulging, winding like a dragon, and every swing of the knife and every stir was accompanied by a steady force.

Melanie was like the proprietress here. She took out a few bottles of iced cola from the refrigerator not far away and placed them on the table. It seemed that this was not her first time here. Erica was taking pictures with a camera, showing off the camera she had just bought and talking about making a travel brochure.

Please.

You're a killer, okay?

How come she, the type who kills people without spilling blood, has become like a rich lady now?

Mai Shiranui took the initiative to help Fisk with the massage, but May Parker sat aside, feeling a little helpless. She didn't know what she could do, so she just became a listener.

"Boss, Richard is so scared, tsk tsk!" Melanie raised her head and took a big sip of the Coke in her hand. "I guess he won't be able to sleep well tonight."

"Gulp!" Fisk also took a sip of ice cola. He loosened his tie and said, "This is a tough job. I can't let myself sleep poorly." He reached out and took out a small notebook from his arms. "In fact, I already know who stole the things.

Otherwise, do you think I can still sit here and drink Coke and wait for sushi?"

"It's best to drink barley tea when eating sushi. Coke will change the taste in your mouth, and you won't be able to appreciate the freshness of the salmon and the tenderness of the sea urchin." The bald man held a plate with a few cups of barley tea on it and placed it on the table. "If it's okay, I'll serve the dishes."

Fisk stopped him and said, "Sorry, there's another guest coming. Can we serve the food after he arrives?"

"Of course, no problem!" Wenwu said with a smile, "Melanie has reserved the place, you have the final say today."

Melanie immediately became angry when she heard this.

"When did I book the whole place? Don't talk nonsense. The bill here is hundreds of thousands of dollars a night. I can't afford it."

"Hahaha, then leave the watch on your hand to me. You were showing off to me a few days ago, and if I suffer a little loss, I will use your watch as meal payment."

"Boss!" Melanie looked at Fisk pitifully and hid her wrists to her chest again.

"Don't look at me, it's your treat today." Fisk leaned back, hugged Erica, and leaned on Mai Shiranui's soft body, looking like it had nothing to do with him.

Melanie was so angry that she almost came up to bite him.

"a ha ha ha!"

"Just kidding." The bald man laughed a few times and bowed slightly. "Then I will wait for your instructions over there. I can serve you anytime."

"Well, thank you!"

The bald man held the plate, turned around and walked back to the stove.

Erica asked curiously, "Who else is coming?"

"Tsk, it's a woman."

"Woman?" Erica smiled with a sinister tone, "How come you still have an old lover in Japan? Why didn't Mrs. Stacy tell me about it before?"

Fisk rolled his eyes.

Ever since the affair with Gwen was exposed, Mrs. Stacy hasn't spoken to him for a long time. Even this time when she went to Japan, she just passed a few clothes to him through Sister Maria.

It can be seen that she has always had a hurdle in her heart about this matter.

Fisk was somewhat helpless about this.

I can only wait until I return to New York and then slowly grind it out.

"Tsk tsk, this woman is dangerous. If we weren't in her territory, I wouldn't want to see her." Fisk said as he looked out the window. Erica also shifted her gaze and saw that the gray convoy had unknowingly stopped at the door of the restaurant.

The logo of the Yashida family is extremely eye-catching.

Japan's lanes are relatively narrow and small to begin with. Now with this row of cars, the road is like a box with too many items stuffed in it, and naturally it has become even more crowded.

There was almost no gap between vehicles, and the pedestrian passage was squeezed to a point where there was little left. This caused displeasure among passers-by around. They frowned, muttered complaints, and their faces were full of impatience.

But as a large number of people in black suits stood on the roadside with traffic batons in their hands, everything changed. They waved the batons skillfully, directing the movement of vehicles and pedestrians. The batons were like some kind of magical scepters, bringing order to the originally chaotic traffic.

Although the roads were still crowded and the vehicles were still moving as slowly as snails, no one dared to talk nonsense. This country was really interesting. Bullying the weak seemed to have become a hidden rule. It was almost an instinct for the weak to obey the strong, engraved in people's bones.

"Here I come!" Fisk raised his hand slightly and made a simple gesture to the bald monk Benyuan in the distance. The monk Benyuan immediately understood and nodded.

Then, Fisk gently said to Erica in his arms: "You go sit next door. I want to talk to her. I'll call you over later." Erica nodded obediently and said softly: "Okay!"

Ophelia gracefully took off the sunglasses on her face, and her action was like a movie star showing off her charm in front of the camera.

Her beautiful face was fully revealed, and she glanced at the restaurant in front of her. Her light green pupils were like two mysterious gems, slowly sweeping across the restaurant's windows. At this moment, her eyes collided with Fisk's, as if an invisible current passed between the two of them.

The corners of her mouth immediately rippled with a charming smile, and that smile was as beautiful as a blooming flower. Miraculously, her originally black hair seemed to be cast by magic, and instantly turned into a dazzling golden color, forming a sharp contrast with the dark green open-chested suit on her body, as if she was a model walking out of a fashion magazine.

She walked towards the restaurant with graceful steps, her high heels making crisp sounds as they touched the ground, and each step carried a unique rhythm.

Fisk picked up the Coke, tilted his head back and took another big sip. The cold liquid flowed down his throat, making him feel refreshed. He stretched his muscles slightly, and his joints made a slight sound, as if he was accumulating strength for the upcoming conversation.

"Crench!"

"Crunch!" The aluminum Coke can was crushed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally smooth can body became twisted, and the metal edge became sharper, flashing a cold light under the light. The sound of high heels was getting closer and closer, and each one seemed to hit people's hearts with an irresistible rhythm. The moment Ophelia stepped into the restaurant, Fisk threw the crushed Coke can in his hand as fast as a cheetah.

Instantly, a sharp sound was heard in the air, and it was like a sharp sword piercing the quiet space. A strong gust of wind echoed in everyone's ears, bringing a slight sense of oppression. The sharp Coke can was like a deadly bullet, rubbing against Ophelia's slender waist and sinking directly into the wall, leaving a deep dent on the wall.

The original target, Ophelia, was like an enchanting python. Her graceful body began to twist gently, and her waist was as flexible as a water snake. Every movement was extremely soft and charming, as if all the bones in her body could bend at will.

Her graceful figure was fully displayed at the moment of dodging, and she easily avoided the sneak attack from Fisk. She raised her head slightly, her silky golden hair fluttering gently, and she stuck out her long forked tongue, and there seemed to be a little crystal luster on the pink tip of her tongue.

Facing Fisk's lack of martial ethics.

She was not angry at all, her voice was as charming as the sound of nature, her tone was extremely coquettish, and her slightly narrowed eyes seemed to hide endless spring colors. She said softly: "Oh, dear, are you going to kill me?"

The ending tone rises slightly, carrying a kind of charming coquettishness that makes people feel a different kind of emotion in their hearts.

Erica and Melanie both curled their lips.

In particular, they both noticed that above the slender waist that twisted flexibly like a water snake was a semicircular body that looked like the highest peak in the world. The outline was full and upright, as if it was the most perfect masterpiece carved by nature. Under the reflection of the light, it outlined an attractive curve, and every ups and downs were just right, with a tension that was about to burst out.

"Slut!"

Chapter 207: A vicious woman.

"Nice clothes!" Fisk folded his hands lazily, and gently supported his head with the other hand, with a deep light flashing in his slightly narrowed eyes.

His eyes were as real as substance, staring at Ophelia in front of him. His gaze started from Ophelia's delicate face, slowly moved downwards, and finally stopped on the seductive low-cut jacket she was wearing.

The design of the blazer was extremely clever, perfectly showing off Ophelia's charming curves. The slightly exposed skin exuded an alluring luster under the light.

Fisk's tone was as calm as a lake without a single ripple, but those who knew him well knew that behind this calmness there were often turbulent waves hidden.

He frowned slightly, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes, and said slowly: "However, I still hope you can explain to me why you betrayed me before."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth. Although the tone did not change, it made people feel an invisible pressure. The pressure spread in the air, and the temperature around seemed to drop a few degrees.

"oh!

Baby, how are you going to punish me?"

Ophelia had an extremely charming smile on her lips. She was not at all suppressed by Fisk's aura, which was as huge as a mountain.

She took light and graceful steps, her figure was like a flower swaying in the wind, she twisted her slender waist, each twist was extremely flexible, as if her waist was made of the softest willow branches.

Her hips swayed slightly with each step, like a pendulum given life, drawing an alluring arc.

She walked gracefully to the opposite side of Fisk, and then sat down slowly in an extremely lazy and charming posture.

Her body was like a nimble snake, gently bending, and her graceful curves were fully displayed the moment she sat down.

He stretched out his hand that looked like it was carved from white jade and greeted the women next to him, "Hi, hello, welcome to Japan!" Every movement and every expression seemed to interpret what the ultimate temptation is.

However, neither Erica nor Melanie had any intention of paying any attention to her.

He didn't even have the chance to look at Ophelia, let alone Mai Shiranui and May Parker, who had no right to speak.

As for Natasha, who was sitting next to him, her face pale, her eyes covered with gauze, and her whole body a little dazed, it goes without saying that she had been tortured for a long time, and even for a battle-hardened agent like her, there was no way she could recover in a short period of time.

Ophelia's eyes lingered on the blindfolded Natasha for a moment, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She leaned over mysteriously and said, "Oh! You even got the most popular actress under Nick Fury here!"

As she spoke, she adjusted her sitting posture slightly, and the uniquely cut dress changed slightly with her movements. As if intentionally or unintentionally, she let the fabric at the neckline open a little, revealing her faintly visible skin and elegant collarbone lines, as if it was a mysterious painting with a corner gently uncovered.

"Tsk tsk!" Fisk stretched out his hand and gently slid it across Ophelia's fair and smooth cheek. His fingers seemed to be touching the most exquisite porcelain in the world.

However, in the next second, he suddenly grabbed Ophelia's neck and exerted a little force with his palm. Under his palm, the smooth and delicate skin was gradually wrapped around his fingers by a touch similar to scales. The scales were cold and hard, with a strange texture, as if a snake's scales were erected when threatened.

Fisk's eyes became sharper, his arm muscles tensed, and he pulled Ophelia's body towards him little by little.

Ophelia did not struggle, but showed an expression of enjoyment on her face. Her delicate face gradually turned red, like a ripe apple, but with a kind of enchanting beauty.

A slender forked tongue stretched out from the corner of the mouth, and like a nimble snake's tongue, it gently wrapped around Fisk's palm, bringing a wet and strange touch.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze flickering with a hazy light, as if immersed in a special situation. Her sharp fangs were faintly visible under her lips, and under the light, a cold light occasionally flashed, as if warning Fisk of her danger, and seemed to tease Fisk's nerves, making the whole atmosphere more weird and full of dangerous temptation.

"I've always had a question. You can shed your skin and come back to life. Cats have nine lives. I want to try and see how many lives you have."

"Do you really want to kill me? I'm so sad!" Ophelia looked at Fisk pitifully, her vertical pupils like snake eyes, staring at Fisk closely, without any begging, but filled with cold emotions, just like a real cold-blooded reptile.

"Well!"

Fisk suddenly lowered his head and looked under the table. He saw Ophelia's white feet, like a fine work of art, with toes as small and cute as pearls, slightly curled, and the arch of the foot graceful and natural, as if it was carefully carved. The foot began to slowly wrap around Fisk's waist, the movement was gentle and with an indescribable charm.

Her calves were tight and smooth, her skin was as delicate and smooth as white jade, and it shone softly under the light. The light green silk trousers gently covered her calves, and as she moved, the texture of the silk was looming, adding a bit of mystery.

The black stockings hidden under the trousers are like a layer of hazy black gauze. The stockings fit the skin tightly, outlining every curve of the calves. In the vague space, the texture of the stockings flashes slightly, as if silently telling words of temptation, which makes people feel excited.