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

However, there was no trace of pain on Ada Wang's face. There was only determination in her eyes, a resolute defense of her own choice.

Fisk watched this scene, his original amusement gradually replaced by satisfaction. He narrowed his eyes slightly, like a hunter who saw his favorite prey walk into the trap obediently.

The satisfied smile on his face continued to expand, and the upward curve of his mouth seemed to be a silent appreciation of Ada Wang's behavior.

He nodded slightly, as if affirming Ada Wang's determination and courage, and at the same time as acknowledging the fact that she would become a member of his camp from now on.

In the air filled with the smell of blood, Fisk's smile seemed particularly strange, yet it carried an aura of dominating everything.

"So, where's your luggage?

Ms. Ada Wang? "

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The crowd stood at the port.

There is a research vessel parked in front of us. This is an ocean-going research vessel, quietly moored at the shore, like a calm steel giant. The hull is painted in deep blue, the color of the sea, symbolizing the journey it is about to embark on in the vast ocean.

In the middle of the hull, a huge Shangshan family logo is very eye-catching. It is a unique pattern composed of lines, which seems to contain the glory and heritage of a certain family. A line of fluent Japanese names is engraved around the logo, shining golden light in the sun, highlighting its unique identity.

The deck of the research vessel is broad and tidy, with various sophisticated scientific research instruments arranged in an orderly manner. The metal texture sparkles with a cool luster in the sun.

The ship's mast stood tall, and the flag on top fluttered in the sea breeze.

Above the research vessel, a small submarine was suspended in the air by a cable. The outer shell of the small submarine was streamlined, like a smart dolphin, and the smooth surface could reduce the resistance underwater. The main body of the submarine was silver, as if it was forged from a whole piece of metal, exuding a mysterious atmosphere in the sun. Its head was round, like a dolphin's forehead, and this design allowed it to shuttle more freely underwater.

On both sides of the submarine, there are two rows of circular observation windows, which are like the eyes of the submarine. Through these windows, you can peek into the mysterious underwater world.

There is a propeller at the tail of the submarine, which is the source of power for its underwater movement. The propeller blades turn slightly in the sea breeze, as if they can't wait to throw themselves into the embrace of the ocean.

At this moment, it was being blown by the sea breeze, swaying gently, like a baby swaying gently in its mother's arms.

Although the Dragonborn possesses powerful abilities.

However, not all dragonborn bodies are strong enough to be immune to the sea pressure in the deep sea. Most dragonborn bodies are only stronger than those of ordinary people.

Therefore, facing the dragon ruins located in the deep sea, scientific research vessels capable of conducting ocean surveys and serving as supply stations, as well as diving vessels capable of conducting deep-sea exploration, are both indispensable.

The young people are full of curiosity about the research vessel in front of them, and are also looking forward to the upcoming underwater adventure.

However, there was a red-haired girl in the crowd who seemed to be worried.

"Nono?"

The red-haired girl raised her head, a look of panic flashing across her face.

However, she quickly regained her composure. She looked at her golden-haired fiancé in front of her and forced a smile on her face. "What's wrong, Caesar?"

Caesar frowned slightly, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as he stared at his fiancée, as if he wanted to see through the secrets hidden deep in her heart.

But unfortunately, that gaze seemed to encounter an invisible wall and saw nothing.

Nuo Nuo shook her head gently and said softly, "I just feel a little uncomfortable." At this moment, a voice from the side broke the delicate atmosphere between the two.

A young man with a dull expression on his face strode over. He scratched his head and said with a somewhat helpless tone, "The people of the Shangshan family said that we can't sail for the next two days because there is a storm at sea, and it is said that there may be a typhoon. Therefore, for safety reasons, they suggest that it is best to wait until next week before setting off. Dr. Herzog also believes that the Shangshan family is not lying. For our safety, he does not allow us to leave the port now. We have to wait until the tropical airflow passes."

When Caesar heard the news, he frowned slightly. He looked up at the research ship quietly docked in the port. The hull that had been shining brightly now seemed a little dim to him.

He felt a little irritated, perhaps because his fiancée was hiding something from him, or perhaps because he had been looking forward to this adventure for a long time.

Therefore, every time of waiting and disappointment, his patience was worn away little by little.

When Nuo Nuo heard the news, a hint of barely perceptible relief seemed to flash across his eyes.

However, this sense of relief was fleeting, and she whispered, "It's better to wait a little longer, so that we can be more fully prepared!"

"Then...how about we go around Tokyo?" the dull young man suggested again.

Caesar shook his head and was about to refuse, but when he saw his fiancée, he had an idea and said, "Since we can't go out for the time being, let's wait patiently and listen to Lu Mingfei. Let's go to Tokyo together and relax."

"That's great, Nono, what do you think?"

The red-haired girl Nuonuo was a little distracted. She suddenly raised her head, looked at her fiancé in front of her, then looked at Lu Mingfei, then nodded and said, "Then let's go to Tokyo together."

Several people were excited and started discussing their trip in Tokyo. Lu Mingfei kept talking about the Tokyo landmarks he had seen in anime and movies, such as Tokyo Tower, Akihabara, Ueno Park, etc. He wanted to cram all the interesting places into this trip.

Nuonuo looked at the excited Lu Mingfei with a smile in her eyes. She gently stroked her red hair and said, "We can go to Akihabara first. I heard there are a lot of anime peripherals there. Maybe we can find some rare figures..."

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"Akihabara?" Fisk looked at Mrs. Hachisha beside him with some strangeness.

"What are you doing there?"

"Of course, I'm going to catch dolls!" Dimitrescu was putting on makeup in front of the mirror. "Why, dear, don't you want to go with me?"

"That's not the case." Fisk looked at Dimitrescu in front of him and stretched lazily: "To be honest, I'm also looking forward to Akihabara!"

Chapter 214 What are you looking at, little devil?

After nearly three thousand heartbeats.

Natasha decided to save herself?

She was blindfolded and tied up, but she relied on her superb jutsu to break free from the restraints bit by bit in the dark space. She seemed to be in an endless abyss, surrounded by silence, with only the sound of her own breathing and the slight sound of the ropes rubbing against each other.

She could clearly feel the rope gradually loosening with her efforts, and every subtle change was like a ray of light in the darkness, giving her new hope.

Her body was like a flexible snake, soft and tough, twisting and stretching at incredible angles. Each of her movements was a perfect combination of strength and skill, her muscles trembling slightly, and she was engaged in a silent struggle with the ropes. The ropes that had originally bound her tightly, slowly lost control under her tenacious struggle, like a defeated enemy, gradually loosening their hold on her.

When the last rope was loosened, Natasha fell gently to the ground and landed on the soft carpet with a slight muffled sound. The sound was particularly clear in the silent darkness, like a trumpet of victory.

She stood quietly in the darkness, breathing rapidly, each breath bringing fatigue and relief.

Sweat soaked her clothes and stuck tightly to her skin, which was a testimony to her hard struggle.

She did not act immediately, but calmed herself down first, like an experienced hunter, keeping alert in the dangerous jungle. She closed her eyes and listened quietly to the movements around her, her ears keenly capturing every subtle sound.

In the darkness, only her breathing and heartbeat could be heard. After a moment, she was sure there was no danger, and then she slowly took off the blindfold.

At that moment, the faint light in the darkness made her eyes sting slightly, but she did not retreat. Instead, she tried to adapt to this hard-earned light.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, allowing her vision to gradually become clearer. She looked around and thought about her next move.

This is a luxurious Japanese-style room. Natasha stood up from the ground with weak legs. She swayed slightly and tried to stabilize her center of gravity. The room was filled with a luxurious and peaceful atmosphere. The exquisite decorations and sophisticated furniture all showed the nobility of this place, but it looked like a room in a high-end hotel.

Then, Natasha's eyes were immediately drawn to the phone on the table not far away. A glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, as if the phone was a life-saving straw for her to escape from the predicament.

She walked quickly towards the table, her steps stumbling a little.

When her fingers touched the phone, Natasha hesitated again. She pursed her lips, her heart full of contradictions, and after a fierce ideological struggle, she finally put down the phone.

Then, Natasha walked to the door of the room. Her movements were light and cautious, like a careful dancer. She gently grasped the door handle and opened the door slightly. A thin ray of light came in through the crack, illuminating her nervous face.

She nervously observed the situation outside, her eyes like a vigilant eagle, not missing any details. There was no one in the corridor, only the sound of Japanese conversation came from a distance.

He closed the door, leaned against it, and took a deep breath.

When she opened the door again, she was wrapped in a white bathrobe. She tidied her hair to make herself look more natural and calm.

Then she left the room as if nothing had happened and walked away.

Her steps were firm and steady, each step full of determination.

However, when she passed by the door of the next room, Natasha heard the sound of struggle and the faint cry for help from a woman. She had no intention of interfering, but when she thought of Fisk's humiliation of her, she was shocked.

Natasha finally stopped.

The door requires an electronic card to enter, but such a simple electronic lock is almost negligible to Natasha. She put her foot on the bottom of the door and pushed the door lock hard with her palm, and the door was immediately opened.

Opened the door and walked in.

There was a gloomy atmosphere in the room, and her eyes fell on the man tied to the chair.

It was an Asian woman, her hair was messy and scattered on her shoulders, her face was full of fear and fatigue. Her clothes were torn to shreds, she was almost naked, and there were traces of humiliation all over her body. Those shocking bruises and torn clothes seemed to silently tell the suffering she had suffered.

Natasha approached slowly and observed the woman carefully. Her hands were tied tightly behind the chair, and her wrists were already deeply scarred by the rope. There were no calluses on the woman's hands, and her skin was delicate and smooth. This was obviously not someone who often engaged in physical labor. Her body was relatively weak, and she was trembling slightly, like a fallen leaf swaying in the wind.

According to Natasha's many years of experience, this should be an ordinary person. Such a person appears particularly helpless and vulnerable in such a dangerous situation.

Natasha sighed softly, she squatted down, looked into the woman's eyes tenderly, trying to give her some comfort.

The woman's eyes were full of fear and despair, but when she saw Natasha, she seemed to see a glimmer of hope. Natasha whispered, "Don't be afraid, I will get you out.

Do you speak English?

As he spoke, he cut the ropes on her body.

Natasha was still observing the woman's body. This woman seemed to have suffered cruel abuse. The blue and purple scars covered most of her physical features. However, Natasha still judged based on her rich experience that this woman should be an ordinary person.

But if she was an ordinary person, why would she be tied here?

Could it be that she has some unknown secret?

Natasha frowned, and she gently reached out her hand to push aside the woman's messy hair so that she could observe her face more closely. The woman trembled slightly, as if she was afraid of Natasha's touch, but she was powerless to resist.

Natasha whispered, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I just want to figure out why you are here." A trace of confusion and fear flashed in the woman's eyes. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. It turned out that her mouth was stuffed with something thick, similar to a cloth strip.

Carefully removing the object from the woman's mouth, she coughed dryly a few times and then gasped for breath.

Natasha waited patiently for the woman to regain some strength.

The woman coughed a few times and uttered a weak voice: "Save me..." Natasha immediately looked at the woman, her eyes full of concern: "Don't worry, I will save you.

But you have to tell me, who are you?

Why are you tied here?"

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, and she spoke in broken English about her experience, with a faint London accent. It turned out that she was an ordinary tourist who accidentally walked into the wrong place and was kidnapped.

She didn't know who her captors were or what their purpose was.

Natasha's eyes narrowed; she smelled a lie.

"you are lying!"

Natasha strangled the woman's neck with her arms and said in a cold tone: "Tell me who you are, otherwise I will kill you now." The woman struggled hard. Her body twisted violently, like a trapped fish.

She grabbed Natasha's arms tightly with both hands, trying to pull them apart, but her strength was clearly not enough compared to Natasha's. Her fingers turned white from the force, and her nails left shallow scratches on Natasha's skin.

The woman's legs kept kicking, trying to find a support point to get rid of Natasha's control. Her feet slid randomly on the ground and kicked the chair next to her, making a dull sound.

Her head swayed from side to side, trying to break free from Natasha's arms, and her hair became even more messy. Her breathing became rapid and disordered, and she made unclear sounds, both fearful and angry.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with despair and fear. Tears slid down her cheeks and mixed with sweat. Her face turned red due to lack of oxygen, and the veins on her neck bulged, showing that she was struggling with all her might.