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

In this situation.

The cloning factory can be turned on at the maximum production speed.

Basically, a prepared tyrant gene sample can be hatched in two days!

More importantly, boss, you know what?

A modular production cloning factory like this can add modules by itself.

You only need to provide drawings to design the corresponding modules.

I added a module for installing EEG chips to these cloning factories. This means that there is no need for surgery at all, but the EEG chips can be installed in place during the production and incubation process of the Tyrant. According to the current production, as long as enough resources are provided, more than 200 Tyrants can be produced every week.

Boss, this is a tyrant! It needs to be equipped with the simplest thermal weapons, so they are the top...war weapons in modern warfare!" Zhao Hailun was almost getting excited while talking.

Fisk was also extremely excited!

I didn't expect that after waiting for so long, I would finally get such a good result.

"We should focus on producing the Tyrant. We can just produce the basic version. We may be able to trade with them in the future. However, we must have our own ace troops."

"Don't worry about that, boss. I have several new projects here. I will notify you immediately when there are new results."

"Don't tire yourself out!" Fisk patted Zhao Hailun on the shoulder: "I don't want to go to the cloning factory and clone another you."

Zhao Hailun waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I'm not planning to die yet!"

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Take the elevator.

Fisk returned to his office.

He was in a particularly good mood.

As soon as he sat down, he saw the newspaper on the table.

The corners of his mouth drew up a smile. The headlines on the front page of the newspaper were naturally speculations about whether Tony Stark was Iron Man.

The eye-catching title seems to have a mysterious attraction, making people want to delve deeper into the truth.

There are a few blurry photos next to the text. Although the full picture cannot be seen clearly, the golden and red figures are full of imagination.

But what happened next was the mass suicide on Wall Street and the soaring stock price of Tony Stark's Stark Industries.

The report detailed the turmoil in Wall Street's financial markets, where those who once shorted Stark Industries' stock are now facing huge losses and despair is spreading in the financial world. In stark contrast, Stark Industries' stock has soared like a rocket, and investors are frantically chasing this craze as if they had seen a huge treasure.

Fisk would never believe that Tony Stark had no hand in this.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, who would still see him as just a playboy now?"

Tony Stark was never much of a playboy.

He was more than just an inventor and scientist.

He has an identity that is almost forgotten by everyone.

A businessman.

A bloodthirsty, vicious and cold-blooded businessman!

The phone rang.

Then Justin's voice came from the other side.

"Mr. Fisk...I lost!"

"Don't be discouraged, Mr. Justin, you haven't lost everything yet, you still have chips, right?"

"What?" Justin was stunned and didn't react.

"Your daughter and wife, they are so beautiful, aren't they?"

Chapter 240: If the debtors die, you can ask their wives for the money.

"Excuse me, ma'am! Please forgive my disrespect!"

Susan couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and she looked at the eight-foot-tall lady Dimitrescu in front of her with some amazement.

Dimitrescu was wearing jeans today. The tight fabric perfectly outlined the lines of her long and powerful legs, and every step she took seemed to carry a different style.

The white shirt is simple and elegant, fitting perfectly on her plump body, highlighting her proud curves. The collar of the shirt is slightly open, revealing a small piece of delicate skin, exuding a charming luster.

Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, smooth as silk. Her face was delicate and cool, with a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and a slightly upturned mouth with a hint of a smile. She wore a delicate bracelet on her hand, which swayed gently with her movements, flashing a faint light.

She stood there quietly, like a goddess who walked out of a fashion magazine, exuding a strong aura and incomparable charm. People around her were unconsciously attracted by her, and their eyes followed her figure closely, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Dimitrescu lowered her head and looked at Susan. Her sharp eyes moved slowly over Susan, as if they could penetrate everything. She narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a kind of scrutiny and contemplation.

She had a strong ability to adapt. After coming to this bustling and noisy big city from the end of the world, she had already adapted to the rhythm of life in this big city in just a very short period of time. She integrated into this new environment at an amazing speed, as if she belonged here.

With Fisk's help, she opened a police station... Yes, Dimitrescu opened a police station, the 30th Police Station under the New York City Police Department.

She doesn't like being a rich lady who does nothing.

She felt she should be able to help Fisk.

So she became the chief of police.

The police in New York are contracted, and the police chief is appointed directly by the mayor and does not require any work experience, at least in some neighborhoods.

This unique system makes the city's public security management more flexible and diverse.

The area that the 30th Precinct is responsible for is naturally Hell's Kitchen.

However, it should now be called the St. Fisk Community.

Looking at Susan, Dimitrescu smiled and said, "Teacher Susan, I haven't waited too long. Why don't you have a drink of water first?"

Dimitrescu could feel Susan's beating heart. Something must have happened to this woman's mind. Her heart shouldn't have been beating so fast just from strenuous exercise.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Dimitrescu, I'm a little late." Susan said apologetically while picking up the documents on the table: "In fact, I have already completed the admission procedures for Bella, Cassandra, and Daniela. They are all not young anymore, so they can only enter the highest grade, which means that they only have a short period of time to prepare before taking the entrance examination.

The pressure of their studies is still very great..."

Dimitrescu's purpose of coming here today was, of course, to help his three daughters with school admissions procedures. No one wanted to go back to that doomsday world, not even the youngest daughter, Daniela. Although this world was full of rules and restrictions for them, compared to the colorful world, everything was tolerable.

"Thank you, Teacher Susan. Their grades are actually pretty good, so I'm not worried about their grades." Dimitrescu said as she casually fiddled with her long black hair. Today was the first time she wore jeans to go out. To be honest, she had never worn such an outfit before. In the past, no matter what the occasion, she always wore skirts, long skirts or short skirts, with stockings, or without stockings... She wore them so... neatly. Not to mention, after not wearing skirts, such a clean and neat outfit made her feel very relaxed.

The tight jeans fit her slender legs, as if they were tailor-made for her. Her legs were straight and well-proportioned, with beautiful lines like a sculptor's carefully carved work. Every step she took, one could feel the power and grace contained in it.

The pants gradually extend upward from the slender ankles, and the tight trouser legs wrap around the strong calves. The slightly raised muscle lines are faintly visible under the denim fabric, showing her vitality. The thighs are full and elastic, and the perfect curves show the charm of women.

The white shirt is simple and elegant, and without the cumbersome skirt, every movement she makes appears smoother and more natural.

The fabric of the shirt gently fits the curves of her proud upper body, and her plump breasts slightly lift the shirt, outlining a charming curve.

Her slender waist is so thin that it seems like one hand can easily wrap around it, which forms a sharp contrast with her plump breasts and hips, further highlighting her hourglass figure.

She stretched her body slightly, feeling the unusual comfort. Her long black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, forming a sharp contrast with her white shirt and blue jeans, adding to her charm.

After determining the time for the three daughters to enter school.

Dimitrescu said goodbye and left.

However, when she was leaving the teaching building, she ran into Gwen who was just finishing school at noon.

Gwen is accompanied by a little follower - Uesugi Riie, who entered Hanazono Middle School one step ahead of her.

The two of them saw Dimitrescu standing at the entrance of the parking lot at a glance, and immediately ran over, "Ms. Dimitrescu, can you give us a ride?" Gwen looked up at Dimitrescu with a sweet smile on her face.

"Of course, there is no problem!" She reached out and rubbed Gwen's head. Suddenly, as if she felt something, she turned her head. Not far away, a thin young man was staring at this side with a frown.

She really didn't like the look in this guy's eyes.

Even the riot in his body reacted.

The silver-gray head slowly appeared under Dimitrescu's long black hair. "That piece of flesh is very tempting."

"Shut up!" Dimitrescu opened the car door and got in. The wide Hummer was just big enough for Dimitrescu. Gwen and Uesugi Rie sat in the back, chattering non-stop. It sounded like they were going to go shopping after changing their clothes.

They all noticed the existence of the riot, but the riot was no secret, so neither of them took it seriously. After all, it was not the first time they had seen it.

Until I left campus.

Dimitrescu then asked Gwen, "Who is that boy?"

"Peter Parker!" Gwen knew it was Peter Parker without even looking when she wasn't paying attention: "That guy is also a carrier of the spider gene. He always thought that I should be like him and have a lot of common words. He is a conceited idiot, but he is like a fly. By the way, his aunt is May Parker, who works by Dad's side."

"May Parker?" Dimitrescu remembered Fisk's personal secretary. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and didn't ask any more questions: "Are you guys going back to the community?"

"Yes, Aunt Dimitrescu!" Gwen nodded. "We have a dinner date tonight in Queens. I have to take Sugiri Ei to buy some clothes. She can't go to dinner in her school uniform, right?"

"Well, have fun!"

Dimitrescu drove towards Hell's Kitchen.

As we approach Hell's Kitchen.

Above the clouds in the sky, goshawks wearing birdman combat uniforms are constantly patrolling the entire New York, while on the ground, gunmen in police uniforms have assumed police duties.

As for those abandoned trucks parked on the roadside... no one would ever want to know what the horrible creatures stored in the incubators inside look like?

Hell's Kitchen, now known as the St. Fisk District, has been completely turned into an iron barrel. No one can escape surveillance, no matter in the sky or on the ground. Fisk spent a very high price to build this iron barrel. He spared no expense and mobilized various resources just to ensure the safety of this place. He knew that what happened before could not happen again, so he carefully designed this strict defense system.

Now, let alone those so-called superhero teams, even a fully armed modern army would not be able to break through the defense here. Every line of defense here has been carefully arranged, and every detail has been considered very carefully.

Of course, all these things are hidden under the table. On the surface, the San Fisk community presents a prosperous and harmonious scene. For Tony Stark, the San Fisk community above the table is a new city center. It is full of opportunities and challenges and is the focus of future development. There are tall buildings, prosperous business activities, and people are busy living here, as if everything is so beautiful. However, only a few people know that behind this prosperity, there is an indestructible fortress hidden.

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Fisk was very happy because he started collecting debts. Many people don't like being a creditor because the debtors often have no money to pay back, and debt collection means breaking up and regretting lending money. But Fisk is obviously not one of them.

He likes to play the role of debt collector very much, because no one dares to owe him money. In his world, debt is not only the exchange of money, but also a symbol of power. Every debt is the evidence of his control over others and the cornerstone of his consolidation of his position.

However, recently there are a lot of people who owe him money. And many of them are not very obedient. They seem to be hoping for the best and trying to escape the shackles of debt.

I thought I could pay off my debts by jumping off the roof of the Empire State Building. Come on, how much is your life worth? You want to die? Ha!

There were two bodies on the ground. How should I put it? Falling from a place like the Empire State Building, the scene was simply horrible. The two bodies were severely twisted and deformed, and the bones were shattered under the huge impact, piercing the skin and revealing the pale bone fragments. The flesh and blood were mixed into a mess, and it was impossible to tell where the muscles were and where the internal organs were. The head was even more horrible, like a smashed watermelon, with brains spilling out, mixed with blood and staining a large area of ​​the ground red. The torn clothes hung on the remains, fluttering slightly in the wind, as if telling the despair of the last moment of life. Simply put, these can no longer be called two bodies, but more like two piles of broken flesh and blood garbage, exuding a disgusting bloody smell and the horror of death.

But the people in the room seemed to have seen nothing. Their expressions were indifferent, as if the tragic scene before them was just a common sight. Even Fisk was still leisurely drinking Coke, the black liquid swaying in the cup, his eyes were calm, and he turned a blind eye to the bloody scene on the ground.

Of course, there were also very frightened people in the room. For example, the speculators sitting on the sofa nearby. They looked pale, their bodies were trembling slightly, and their eyes were full of fear. They dared not look directly at the corpse on the ground, but could only keep sneaking glances, their hearts filled with anxiety and panic.

Sister Maria came in with a little girl. She took one look at the horrible corpse on the ground, a trace of pity appeared on her face, and she reached out to cover the girl's eyes: "Little Fisk, what does this mean?" There was a question in her voice, and her eyes revealed her dissatisfaction with this cruel scene.