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

Hawkeye, Su Enxi and Ling were all blinded by the sudden bright light, and their eyes were temporarily blinded. It was as if their eyes were pierced by countless needles at the same time, the pain was unbearable, and their bodies couldn't help but pause for a moment.

Lester took this opportunity and rode his motorcycle towards Zero. His speed was so fast that it completely exceeded Zero's reaction speed. The motorcycle rushed straight towards Zero like a cannonball. Under the influence of the strong light, Zero had no time to make any evasive moves and was directly knocked away by the motorcycle. Her body was like a fragile leaf, drawing an arc in the air and falling heavily to the ground.

Su Enxi's face was filled with panic. Her ability did not allow her to have any actual combat strength, and she was just a supporting role. Her heart was filled with fear and worry. She wanted to check on Ling, but the dangers around her made her afraid to move easily.

Lester didn't hesitate and threw a stun bomb.

The stun bomb drew a dangerous arc in the air, and then landed precisely at Su Enxi's feet. With a sharp explosion, the strong impact instantly blew her away. Su Enxi's body flew in the air like a rag doll, and then fell heavily to the ground. Her head hit the hard ground with a dull thud, and then she fell into a coma.

Hawkeye's eyes widened when he saw this scene, anger and anxiety intertwined in his heart. He ignored the tyrants who were still rushing over and turned to rush towards Lester. He was very fast, and the bow in his hand was used as a close combat weapon, swinging fiercely at Lester.

Lester saw Hawkeye rushing towards him, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face. He easily dodged Hawkeye's attack by leaning sideways, and then quickly kicked Hawkeye in the abdomen. Hawkeye's reaction was not slow, and he blocked the kick with his arm, but Lester was very strong, and the kick still made him step back a few steps.

Pulling the distance, Hawkeye quickly drew his bow and arrow and shot at Lester.

Lester heard the sound of the arrow flying, and he turned his body to cleverly avoid the arrow.

He showed a smug smile on his face, then took out his pistol and kept shooting at the arrows that flew one after another. Lester's marksmanship was naturally needless to say, and Bullseye and Hawkeye were in a battle of equal strength at this moment.

"You can't run away." Lester's voice was cold and full of sarcasm.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, a burst of intensive gunfire was heard from a distance.

Natasha finally arrived with the SHIELD agents. They rushed towards Lester like a god. The double guns in Natasha's hands kept spurting out flames, and bullets whizzed towards Lester. Lester suddenly felt a huge pressure, and he had to stop attacking Hawkeye and turned around to avoid the bullets shot by Natasha.

The SHIELD agents were well-trained. They quickly spread out and formed a circle, trapping Lester in the middle. Their firepower was so strong that Lester was suppressed and could only look for shelters. However, the tyrants rushed into the crowd of SHIELD agents.

The tyrants' huge bodies were like heavy tanks, charging forward. They waved their thick arms, and every swing could knock the agents away. The agents' bullets hit the tyrants, but only a few sparks flew, and they could not cause any substantial damage to them. Facing such a powerful enemy, the SHIELD agents fought bravely, but still fell into a bitter battle.

Hawkeye Barton took the opportunity to retreat to Natasha's side, and Lester seized the opportunity and shot him in the abdomen. Hawkeye felt a sharp pain, his body shook, and then fell beside Natasha.

"Clint!" Natasha saw Hawkeye was injured and showed an anxious look on her face. She gritted her teeth and dragged Barton with Ada Wong to escape into the airport. Although Ada Wong was participating in such a battle for the first time, she had a strong ability to respond. While assisting Natasha in dragging Hawkeye, she turned back and shot at the enemies behind her, trying to stop their pursuit.

As for Ling and Su Enxi, who were lying on the ground, they were abandoned. The battle around them was still going on fiercely, and people were busy taking care of themselves in the chaos. No one had the ability to take care of them. Ling was still in a semi-comatose state, and she could only vaguely feel the chaos and danger around her. Su Enxi was still unconscious and had no idea what was happening around her.

The battle in the airport became more and more brutal. Although the SHIELD agents fought desperately, their numbers were decreasing in the face of the powerful forces of the tyrants. Blood stained the ground red, and corpses were lying everywhere.

In a corner of the airport, some surviving passengers huddled together, watching the battle in front of them in horror, praying that this nightmare would end soon.

Lester originally wanted to chase directly.

But at this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang, followed by Fisk's voice.

"Please prepare two suitcases for me, bigger ones!"

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Barton was hidden in the bathroom, spitting blood. The bright red blood splashed on the white tiles, like a blossoming flower of sin. Natasha and Ada Wang quickly left the bathroom. Their steps were hurried but cautious, and every step seemed to be on the edge of life and death.

They were responsible for covering Patton. And the best way was to expose themselves, so that Patton could leave New York safely and not die here. This was a cruel choice, like walking on the edge of a dark abyss. In order to save their companions, they were willing to put themselves in extreme danger.

But they didn't expect it.

Before he could even run, he was surrounded.

Blocked the bathroom door.

Fisk walked in from behind the crowd.

His huge body was like a moving hill, and every step he took seemed to make the ground tremble slightly. He looked at the two people who were wrapped in it, holding two large suitcases in their hands. The suitcases looked heavy, and he didn't know what was inside, and it exuded a dangerous atmosphere.

Fisk pointed to the suitcase beside him, facing the bathroom not far away, with a teasing and cruel look in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Do you want to crawl in by yourself, or do you want me to kill that coward?" His words were like an ice-cold blade, cutting through the air with a biting chill.

Natasha gritted her teeth, her teeth clenched tightly together, almost biting her lips. Her heart was full of struggle and pain. Considering Barton's safety, she slowly knelt down. Her knees hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound, just like her broken heart at the moment.

Ada Wang, on the other hand, had an expression of refusing to surrender. Her eyes were wide open, burning with anger, and she looked at Fisk with hatred. She wanted to pull Natasha to stop her humiliating behavior, but Natasha said, "Calm down, Clint's safety is the most important." Her voice was calm, but it revealed an unquestionable determination.

Helplessly, Ada Wang could only kneel down slowly on the ground and crawl towards the suitcase not far away with Natasha.

Soon, the two men were put into the box and Fisk turned and left.

At the same time, no one was sent to deal with Patton who was hiding in the bathroom.

A few hours later.

Fisk walked into the room.

house.

There are four beds.

The four women were tied to the bed with nylon ropes with their limbs spread wide.

Among them, two are still in a coma.

But the other two were conscious and were trying to untie the ropes and escape.

It's a pity.

In the end, they failed to escape from here before Fisk arrived.

"Asshole! Let me go!"

Ada Wong growled at Fisk angrily.

She’s still acting, but she’s enjoying it.

Fisk naturally did not expose her logic.

Fisk put on an expression that showed he didn’t care about the other person’s curse at all, and instead sneered, “Ma’am, you can probably only be tough with your words.

However, I would like to try and see whether you are more stubborn or I am more stubborn. "

Su Enxi slowly woke up.

The reason she woke up so quickly was because she was the least injured.

It's just a swelling on the temple.

In comparison, the back of the head is swollen and there is no swelling.

She has been so lucky.

But the clothes on her body were all tattered, with only a dusty pearl white shirt left on her upper body, and only torn black stockings on her lower body.

Her snow-white, strong calves were tied with chains made of special materials.

He was even tied to the bed with his limbs spread out for evil fun.

After seeing the surrounding environment clearly.

She immediately began to struggle hard.

However, this is not of much use.

Even so, golden light had already appeared in her eyes.

But after facing Fisk's dark eyes.

All the strength in his body disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Fisk reached out and untied the ropes that bound Natasha, with a playful smile on his face: "Agent Natasha, I think you should know the only way for you to leave here safely, right? In that case, why don't you cooperate with me?"

Natasha raised her head, her eyes full of vigilance and unyielding, her gaze was like a sharp ice blade, piercing straight at Fisk. "Fisk, don't go too far, do you think I will believe you?

Your reputation is not guaranteed by me."

Ada Wang also said coldly: "Fisk, your tricks will not succeed. We will not let you control us."

Fisk laughed, and the laughter echoed in the room with an unsettling sense of oppression. "Do you think you have a choice? In this place, I have the final say. But if you behave yourself, you might all survive today."

Take the initiative, Ms. Agent."

"Natasha!"

Ada Wang wanted to say something else.

Natasha stretched out her hand tremblingly.

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(I can’t write this, this extra chapter has already been released)

Happy National Day!

Very bad condition

Take a day off and make up for it tomorrow.

Happy National day

Chapter 232 Women of Thanksgiving (welfare chapter, happy National Day.)

The electric oven is working continuously. Like a silent and loyal partner, it stays quietly in the corner of the kitchen, emitting steady heat continuously.

Inside the oven, bright lights shine like spotlights on a stage, onto the food being baked.

It was a plump roasted turkey. The skin gradually became tight under the high temperature, showing an attractive golden and crispy color, as if kissed by the sun. As the roasting time went on, some small bubbles began to bulge slightly on the surface of the turkey, which seemed to be telling the fullness of the juice inside the chicken.

At the same time, a rich aroma quietly slipped out from the gap of the oven, first a faint meaty aroma, and then became stronger. It was a mixture of the fresh fragrance of the chicken itself, the mellow aroma of the fat after being roasted, and the charming taste of various spices. This aroma was like an invisible silk thread, spreading wantonly in the air of the kitchen, teasing people's sense of smell.

Sister Maria stood in front of the counter, concentrating on fiddling with the pasta in her hands.

Her expression was calm and focused, as if the whole world was only her and the noodles in front of her. Her fingers nimbly moved between the noodles, as if she was weaving an elaborate piece of fabric or playing a silent piece of music. The long and thin noodles were obediently arranged in her hands, and each noodle was like a well-trained soldier, neat and orderly.

She carefully arranged the noodles, gently picked up a noodle with her slender fingers, checked whether there was any sticking, and made sure that each noodle would not stick to each other, as meticulously as she treated the children in the church.

From time to time, she picked up the olive oil bottle next to her, which reflected a warm luster under the light. She gently tilted the bottle, and the mouth of the bottle was like the source of a trickle, and the golden liquid slowly dripped onto the noodles. The olive oil slowly slid down the noodles, like dewdrops on leaves in the morning, crystal clear and full of vitality, adding a touch of moisture to the noodles, making them look more lustrous, as if they were given new life.

Use a small spoon to sprinkle the right amount of salt accurately. Each grain of salt is like a tiny elf. After flying briefly in the air, it happily blends into the noodles, injecting soul into the pasta and making the pasta contain rich flavor layers in simplicity.

Mrs. Stacey, on the other hand, was making Beef Wellington.

Mrs. Stacy held a sharp knife in her hand, the blade flashing coldly under the light, her eyes were focused and serious, like a hunter aiming at her prey.

She carefully made several cuts on the surface of the steak. These cuts seemed to be precisely calculated and were just right. They would not destroy the overall structure of the steak, while allowing the steak to better absorb the seasoning.

With every cut, the muscle fibers of the steak separate slightly, as if welcoming the upcoming delicious transformation.

Then she picked up the black pepper grinder. The wooden handle of the grinder felt warm in her hand.

She turned it gently, and the crushed black pepper fell on the steak like a black snow. In an instant, the air was filled with the unique aroma of black pepper. The aroma was warm and rich, with a unique spiciness and fragrance, adding a different flavor to the steak.

She then dipped the brush in olive oil, lightly dipped the brush into the olive oil, and then evenly applied it to every corner of the steak. Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she was putting on a layer of shiny and smooth coat for the steak, making the surface of the steak shiny and smooth, reflecting a charming luster under the light.