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

She seemed to have just taken a bath not long ago, and her nun's dress was soaked by the bath water that had not been wiped off. The loose nun's dress, under the influence of water, outlined a curvy curve of her mature and sexy body.

Her neck was as white as snow, her skin was like milk, her waist was slender and soft, and it felt like you could hold it in your palm. Her golden hair was still a little wet and draped quietly behind her head, falling down like a waterfall. There was no decoration, but it was difficult to hide her beauty.

Sister Maria seemed to have noticed Fisk's gaze. She raised her head slightly, and the golden sunlight shone completely on her cold face like white snow. A holy and serious expression kept rippling on her face. She looked at Fisk staring at her quietly without blinking, with a puzzled expression on her face.

As her head was raised, the golden hair that was originally standing at the corner of her forehead also swayed along, and a few strands of golden hair floated to her cheeks, outlining a touching range.

No wonder, when Sister Maria first arrived in the United States, she was targeted by those disgusting congressmen and bishops.

There's nothing I can do, she's just too beautiful.

Even though there was no seductive expression on her face, she was no worse than Mrs. Stacy.

In fact, it is vaguely better.

But then again, Sister Maria doesn’t seem to be very big.

About... thirty-six or thirty-seven years old.

When she came to the United States, she seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Fisk, are you okay?"

Fisk finally came to his senses.

He scratched his head and said, "It's nothing. I just thought of something and was a little distracted."

Sister Maria was no fool. She rolled her eyes immediately but did not point out the problem. Instead, she repeated her question again.

He reached out, took the cake, and took a big bite.

"It's still as delicious as I remember." Fisk wiped the sugar crumbs from the corners of his mouth and said, "Sister Maria, after this incident, the entire Hell's Kitchen will definitely be reshuffled.

I grew up in Hell's Kitchen, and it's like home to me, and even though it sucks, I don't want it to be a real hell.

I want to take this opportunity to take over the entire Hell's Kitchen!" Fisk put away the smile on his face and became extremely serious. Sister Maria did not show any surprise on her face, but replaced it with a gentle smile, "This idea is very dangerous, Fisk!"

“I know, so I’d like you to join me, Sister Maria!

After I unified the entire Hell's Kitchen, girls no longer had to engage in prostitution.

There will be new jobs waiting for them that are easier, simpler and safer.”

"I'm sorry, Fisk made me reject you again." Sister Maria shook her head, "You are my child, just like all the orphans.

I can't see them in danger.

Of course, if they make their own choice, I will support them."

"Sister Maria, you misunderstood me!"

Fisk shook his head, “I know Norma sees you guys once a month.

Next time, I want you to take me with you and let me serve as your security guard."

"You...are so confident that you can face all the gangs. Don't you need allies?"

Fisk shook his head solemnly.

His eyes recalled what happened yesterday.

A convoy of black vehicles surrounded the taxi he was riding in, and soldiers in black combat uniforms filed out of the cars. They blatantly surrounded Fisk in broad daylight.

The convoy has a striking logo.

It was the Shishida family that Lester told him about.

No doubt, it must be the Mexicans who are behind it.

The taxi driver's face turned pale with fright.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, he could only tremble as he parked the car on the side of the road.

Fisk was not panicked at all.

If these guys really wanted to shoot, they would have done it long ago.

He's putting on such a big show, isn't it just like Zhang Fei beating the Inspector - trying to intimidate him?

“Tsk tsk!

Don't worry, don't be afraid, if they dared to shoot, they would have done it long ago."

He reached out and pulled out a fifty dollar bill and stuffed it into his collar.

Fisk got out of the taxi.

But he didn't walk away, instead he leaned against the car.

He took out a cigarette, lit it and looked at them.

"I don't like people pointing guns at me!"

"Get down on your knees and put your head in your hands!"

A soldier walked over, pointing his gun straight at Fisk's head.

Fisk glanced at him and dropped the cigarette in his hand.

The unburned cigarette slowly passed over the muzzle of the gun.

A thick palm pinched the muzzle of the gun from bottom to top.

At the same time, another hand wrapped around the collar hidden under the bulletproof vest, lifted him up from the ground, and smashed him to the ground like a king lifting a tripod.

"Boom!"

It was like exploding a rotten watermelon.

Blood seeped from the back of his head onto the ground.

The gun muzzles around were immediately pointed at Fisk's head.

Fisk played with the rifle in his hands.

Saw the gun muzzles around.

He sneered and grabbed the muzzle and handle of the gun with both hands.

He raised his knees, held the rifle with both hands, and pushed it violently downwards, instantly breaking the rifle made of alloy in the middle!

"Crench!"

The sound sounds a bit creepy.

The loaded bullet slipped from the chamber.

He threw the broken rifle aside.

Fisker looked at an SUV not far away.

This type of car is still very rare these days, and it is not mainstream in society. Many people don't like this type of car, but it is indeed very comfortable to sit in.

The Yashida family crest is printed on the car door.

This SUV has always been out of the picture.

He did not follow in the convoy.

But there is a vague feeling of being in charge of the overall situation.

Lift your legs and walk over.

The muzzles of guns that could shoot Fisk into a sieve were closely following his steps forward, but no one dared to shoot first. Even though there was a seriously injured teammate lying on the ground, they still seemed to be blind.

The car door opened slowly.

What caught my eye were two balloons that were big enough to block out the sun and long black hair that was as soft as seaweed in the water. The long hair flowed downwards along the uneven mountains.

Look at that shiny black hair color.

Fisk could vaguely hear whispers in his ears, as if the hairs had mouths, constantly stating how difficult it was to cross two mountains.

Her eyes moved slowly upwards. She had delicate features, curved eyebrows, a cherry mouth, eyes of a strange green color, and a high nose bridge. She looked like a European or American woman, but her skin was exceptionally delicate.

Fisk's gaze was precise and vicious.

Although, he was not as perverted as Lester, who said that he could see the antennae of ants wriggling in the air dozens of meters away (Fisk seriously suspected that he was bragging), but he could clearly see that there was almost no trace of pores on the face without makeup.

A pair of round-framed black glasses rested on his nose.

She was quiet, elegant, yet seductive, making her look exceptionally mature and beautiful. She crossed her hands and clasped them together, placing them flat in front of the two mountains, as if she was deliberately blocking the ravine. But when she saw Fisk looking at her, she seemed nervous and shy, rubbing her palms back and forth.

The feeling was like a little girl in her first love meeting the man of her dreams.

Fisk knew this woman.

It was the woman between the two bald men on the airship.

But at that time I just glanced at her.

Didn't look at it in detail.

Also, how did her hair become black?

When I saw it before, it was clearly golden.

As the car door slowly opened, the black stockings and pure black high heels slowly spread in Fisker's eyes. There were no blue veins on the slender feet, only the eye-catching skeleton, just like the black and white keys of a piano, eye-catching and making people feel smooth in their hearts.

Chapter 29 New Outlook 3

"Hello, my name is Ophelia!"

The woman extended her hand, but Fisk had no intention of shaking hands. He said expressionlessly and indifferently, "Where's my box?"

This woman gave him the feeling of a poisonous snake, especially her green pupils, which were like a cobra in the animal world. If it bit you, it would be a fatal blow.

"It's here, and it's there!" Ophelia pointed to the distance, revealing three men wearing magnetic infantry uniforms. "I brought you your things, of course in another form!"

"You're looking for death." Fisk showed a cruel smile on his face, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"Don't get excited! Get in the car and let's talk, Mr. Kingpin. Or should I call you Mr. Fisk!"

Ophelia had a look of success on her face, and she looked like a fox about to bite a rabbit. Her eyes narrowed, and green light flickered between her eyes. The smile at the corners of her mouth became crooked, and she looked extremely creepy.

Ophelia looked at Fisk's muscular body.