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

Mrs. Stacy raised her chin slightly, with a hint of dominance in her eyes and a smile on her lips. She snorted and raised her high heels. The delicate heels flashed a cold light under the light. She stepped hard on Fisk's lower abdomen without hesitation, with a decisive and resolute action.

"Hmph, he just likes to order people around. Angela, don't indulge him. You have to resist when you need to." Her voice was cold and arrogant.

"Who does he think he is? He only knows how to exploit others every day. Today I have to teach him a lesson and let him know how powerful I am." Mrs. Stacy's eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty, as if she was the queen of this world, and Fisk was her subject who needed to be tamed.

"Hahaha!" Angela seemed to sense something and immediately burst into laughter. Her laughter was hearty and bright. "Honey, you are really awesome. Apart from you, only Sister Maria can talk to him like this." Angela laughed with a hint of gloating.

Fisk showed a helpless smile, he gently held Mrs. Stacy's high heels that were stepping on his lower abdomen, and said with a doting tone: "Okay, baby, don't be angry.

I know I was wrong. I will pay attention next time and won't let Angela and the others work so hard overtime."

Mrs. Stacy raised her eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile still on her lips: "Hmph, that's good enough. Remember your words, or I won't let you off so easily next time." After saying that, she gracefully put away her high heels, stood up from the table, and adjusted her skirt.

Fisk directly held her foot, with a hint of teasing and intimacy in his eyes. Mrs. Stacy was slightly startled, and then she wanted to pull her foot back, but Fisk's strength made her unable to move. "What are you doing?" Mrs. Stacy scolded, but there was not much anger in her voice.

Fisk raised the corner of his mouth, gently stroked the sole of her foot, and said, "Baby, I am convinced by your step, and I have to show my respect." The movements of his hands were gentle and ambiguous, causing Mrs. Stacy's face to slightly flush.

Even though there was no one in the room, she still pulled her feet back. She stood up straight again, trying to restore her cool and proud image. She shook her hair lightly, as if to get rid of the shyness just now: "Humph, don't think you can easily make me surrender with these little tricks of yours." Her voice was a little cold and suppressed, but her eyes unconsciously stayed on Fisk for a few more seconds.

Then she picked up the microphone on the table, threw it to Fisk, and said, "When we have dinner tonight, I don't want you to bring work to Thanksgiving dinner.

This is a family reunion, not a place for you to talk about business conspiracies and numbers. If I catch you violating, well, you know the consequences.”

Fisk took the microphone steadily, with a helpless and doting smile on his face, and replied: "Baby, how dare I disobey your orders. But you also know that the current situation is a bit complicated...

But I will try my best to put work behind me and enjoy dinner." Seeing the knife in Mrs. Stacy's eyes, Fisk immediately changed his tone.

"Hmph! That's pretty much it."

After she left the room, Fisk picked up the phone again and said, "You dared to report me. You are so bold now, Angela."

"Really?" Angela was still trying not to laugh.

Fisk snorted coldly and didn't dwell on it any more. "Tell me, what's the matter?" Angela's tone became serious. "It seems you miscalculated this time. The opponent is still attacking continuously.

The share prices of most of the listed companies we control have been raised to the point where if they fall, they will die out immediately. If no capital is injected into some companies, they will directly enter bankruptcy procedures.

Should we inject funds in advance now?"

Fisk frowned, and a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

But soon a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Since my strategy of remaining unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances has been seen through, I can only overturn the table."

His eyes revealed a determination to fight to the death, as if he was ready to fight his opponent to the death.

"Isn't it too early to turn the table over now? Should we wait a little longer?"

Fisk tutted his lips softly, "Don't worry, Angela.

I have my plans.

Do these guys really think I'm a pushover, or do they think I'm just playing house with them?

Well, don't worry about this, just don't be late for Thanksgiving dinner tonight."

"Okay then, I'll go pick out some clothes...see you tonight, hahaha."

Fisk hung up the phone, and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace. "Do you think you can rest easy by hiding your address and other means?"

Fisk muttered to himself as he skillfully pressed a string of numbers on the phone screen and dialed a number. The beeping sound of the phone echoed in the silent room.

"Hey!"

A slightly weak and lazy male voice came from the other end. The voice was like a bear that had just woken up from hibernation, still a little dazed, as if it had just been forcibly pulled out of a deep dream. But it soon became very serious, but the voice was still very weak: "This is Tony Stark, leave a message after the beep.

Beep! "

"Hahaha, you look pretty good, Mr. Stark." Fisk grinned, revealing a meaningful smile, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He laughed and said, "Don't hang up on me in a hurry, Mr. Stark. I know you've been troubled by some things recently, and those troubles are like a tangled mess around you. But now I have a way to solve your troubles. Let's talk about the heart."

On the other end of the line, there was a chaotic electromagnetic noise. It sounded like a gust of wind whistling past, mixed with the crackling sound of electricity, which made people's ears sting. Then, it was Tony Stark's voice, which was much clearer than before, but still with a kind of careless casualness: "Excuse me, are you... Mr. Fisk?"

"Am I talking to an answering machine?" Fisk raised his eyebrows and said jokingly.

"Of course not... Well, I was eating a cheeseburger, you know, one of those delicious cheeseburgers with the cheese stretched out long when you bite into it. My doctor, who is as old-fashioned as an antique, always nags me and tells me never to let him see me eating such greasy food again.

So, I was like a naughty kid, hiding in my room and eating secretly!

It felt like I was working on some big secret plan, nervous and exciting at the same time." Tony Stark described it vividly, as if he was right in front of Fisk, showing off the cheeseburger in his hand.

"Hahaha, you're still as humorous as ever. I just don't know if there are any cheeseburgers left!" Fisk responded with a smile, a hint of cunning in his eyes, as if his plan had quietly unfolded in this seemingly relaxed conversation.

Chapter 227 Hey, hello, beauties!

"We might be tracked on the Internet." Su Enxi, who was eating potato chips, suddenly turned her head. Her movements were a little hasty, and she didn't even notice the potato chip crumbs falling from the corner of her mouth. She looked at Ling with a puzzled look on her face, her eyes slightly widened, as if she had heard an extremely absurd statement, and her tone was full of weirdness: "Why do you ask that?"

"Intuition!" Zero frowned slightly, with an elusive look in his eyes. "Don't worry about it for now, tell me if there is such a possibility?" Zero's voice was filled with an unquestionable urgency, as if the answer to this question was crucial.

"Well... there is such a possibility, but the probability is very low, probably only one in a million, which is almost negligible." Su Enxi said as she put the bag of potato chips aside and looked at Ling seriously.

"Why?" Ling leaned forward, staring at Su Enxi, not missing any expression on her face.

"Excluding the possibility of being betrayed, the possibility of being tracked back is almost zero." Su Enxi leaned back in her chair, with a hint of confidence in her eyes, and began to explain in detail, "This route is used as a transfer station between satellites. You know, the signal transmission between satellites is complicated and mysterious, just like shuttling through the huge maze of the universe.

Moreover, the encryption method is updated every second, which means that every second, the encryption method will change, just like a combination lock that keeps changing shape, and it is almost impossible to crack it. This cost me a lot of money, which is not a small amount of money. It is almost a security line that I invested a lot of resources to build. "

Su Enxi became more and more excited as she spoke. She gestured with her hands in the air. "Various instructions are constantly jumping around the world, like a group of elves with super high IQs, constantly jumping back and forth among millions of accounts around the world. Their trajectories are irregular. Under such circumstances, I don't think anyone can find our current location in a short time.

Moreover, in order to conceal our whereabouts, our current location is also a brute force location. The method I used to delay the release of commands was like adding a thick layer of fog to our whereabouts.

I'm not bragging, but if they want to track our location under such circumstances, then there's no need for us to run. We can just wait here and die!

No matter where you flee, you will be found."

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course!"

Su Enxi casually put her feet on the table.

Her feet were small and beautiful, like a delicate work of art. Her feet were as white as snow, her skin was smooth and delicate, and the arch of her foot was just right, like an elegant crescent moon.

Her toes were round and cute, like five crystal clear pearls neatly arranged, and her toenails were painted with mottled nail polish, as if they had been carefully dressed up but had been worn away by time and busyness. However, in sharp contrast to the beauty of her feet, there was mud between her nails, which was embedded in the gaps between her nails like some discordant stains and looked a little dirty.

She was also a little greasy all over, with sweat oozing from her forehead and neck, sliding down her cheeks, gathering into small drops at her chin and dripping onto her clothes, leaving a small dark mark on them. Her hair also became a little greasy due to the sweat, and strands of it stuck to her cheeks and neck.

Her clothes were wrinkled, like a piece of paper that had been crumpled and then unfolded, with some stains from nowhere, making her look extremely slovenly. However, she didn't care about her image at all, and still put her feet on the table, staring at the screen in front of her, and her fingers were still scratching the holes in the chair beside her.

Ling still felt a little uneasy. This feeling came from her intuition. She didn't know where this feeling came from. This feeling was like an invisible shadow, spreading silently in her heart, making her unable to calm down. Every heartbeat seemed to be beating an uneasy drumbeat, making a dull echo in her chest.

She stood up, and the chair made a slight friction sound on the ground. She decided to go out for a walk and set some traps in this port. To prevent being surrounded by people. Her eyes became firm. Although the uneasiness in her heart did not dissipate, she did not hesitate at all. She walked towards the door with steady steps, and every step seemed to be fighting against the fear in her heart.

Ling walked out of the house, and the salty sea breeze from the port blew in her face. She squinted her eyes and scanned the surrounding environment.

The Port of New York is a busy scene, with cargo piled up like mountains, cranes rumbling overhead, and huge crane arms moving back and forth in the air, loading and unloading various containers. Workers are busy shuttling between them, and the shouts and roars of machines are intertwined, forming a noisy sound wave.

She began to set traps at various key locations around her.

He took out some small devices from his pocket. These devices looked inconspicuous, but they contained huge power.

She carefully hid a device in the shadow of a pile of cargo, making sure it would not be easily discovered. Once triggered, the device would release a strong jamming signal, disrupting the enemy's communication equipment.

Then she came to a narrow passage and installed several small explosives on the walls on both sides.

Although the power of these explosives was not great, they were enough to stop the enemy's pursuit at a critical moment. As she installed them, she carefully adjusted the sensitivity of the detonators to ensure that they would only explode when the enemy approached.

Zero moved around the port like a silent ghost. She was light and agile, and her footsteps landed silently on the ground, as if she had merged with the surrounding environment.

Her eyes were like those of an eagle, not missing any corner that might be used by the enemy, whether it was the narrow gaps between the piles of containers, the dark corners behind the abandoned machinery, or even near the crane tracks hanging high in the air, she explored them carefully.

Her hands expertly fiddled with the devices used to set traps, like a skilled craftsman carefully carving her work, trying to turn this port into a dangerous maze as much as possible.

All of this naturally did not escape Agent Barton's eyes. He was like a cheetah lurking in the dark, quietly watching Zero's every move. His sharp eyes were tightly locked on Zero's figure, not missing any details.

However, his order was to monitor, which was like an invisible rope restraining his actions, so he almost pretended not to see the woman's small movements. His expression did not fluctuate at all, and he still maintained his calm and steady appearance, as if everything happening before his eyes was within his expectations.

However, he also became a little cautious. The woman's means of setting traps were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. The traps she set were not at all sloppy. Every location and device was placed just right, as if it was the result of countless precise calculations.

Even Hawkeye, a master in the field of hunting, felt that these traps were extremely cleverly set.

He could tell that this woman's skill in setting traps was even greater than his own. This made him feel a little uneasy, and he became even more curious about this woman's identity and purpose.

He began to re-evaluate this seemingly insignificant woman in his mind, thinking about the threat she might pose.

After Zero had set up all the traps, she carefully checked the location and trigger mechanism of each trap to ensure that there were no omissions. She was like a rigorous artist, conducting a final review after completing her masterpiece.

The sea breeze from the port was still blowing, ruffling her hair, but her eyes were firm and calm. She had an inexplicable sense of security in her heart, although it was just her intuition telling her that danger might come, but now she was ready to deal with it.

After confirming that everything was correct, she turned around and returned to the container with light and cautious steps.

The door of the container was closed tightly. She stopped in front of the door and listened for a while. After making sure there was no unusual movement, she slowly opened the door.

The door hinge made a slight creaking sound, which was particularly clear in the silent environment.

She walked into the container, and the familiar smell of machine heat and old metal hit her in the face.

The lights inside were a little dim. Su Enxi still maintained her previous posture, with her feet on the table, her eyes fixed on the screen, her fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard.

Seeing Ling coming back, Su Enxi just raised her head slightly and asked, "Is everything ready?"

Ling nodded without saying anything. She walked to a chair nearby and sat down.

“Don’t worry, there’s no way anyone will track our location.

If anyone could track it, I would not eat potato chips for a year.”

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Malibu Beach, California, USA.

Only Fisk could reach California from New York in such a short time. He really flew all the way here. Without much courtesy, he landed directly on the balcony of Stark's cliff villa.

Fisk's arrival immediately attracted the attention of the villa's intelligent guard, who sounded the alarm. The sharp alarm suddenly rang in the quiet villa, like a huge rock suddenly thrown onto a calm lake, breaking the original tranquility.

A blonde woman who was typing on the keyboard on the sofa suddenly turned her head. Her movement was a little panic-stricken. Her eyes, which were originally focused on the keyboard, suddenly widened and she looked at the burly Fisk, who was as tall as a hill, with a look of horror.

Fisk stood there, his huge body almost blocking out the sunlight outside. His strong muscles were faintly visible under his clothes, and he exuded a powerful and oppressive aura.

Fisk smiled and waved his hand. His smile was elusive, friendly, but also seemed to hide other emotions. He gently knocked on the glass wall in front of him, and the glass wall made a dull "dong dong" sound. Then he said, "Hello, is Tony Stark home?" His voice was low and powerful, and it was clearly transmitted into the house through the glass wall.

The blonde woman seemed to be frightened and it took her a while to react. She swallowed and stared at Fisk, as if trying to determine whether he was a threat.

She stood up slowly, still tightly holding the computer she had just been typing on, and answered with a trembling voice: "Stark...he's not at home, who are you? Why did you suddenly appear here?" As she spoke, she quietly moved towards an emergency button in the house. As long as there was a sign of danger, she was ready to press the button to notify the relevant security personnel to come to the rescue.

But just as she made a move, Stark came out of the basement.