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

Fisk pointed at the vulture. The latter was squatting on the windowsill drinking Coke, and his sharp claws scratched deep dents in the stainless steel windowsill and the wall. Seeing Fisk's actions towards him, he said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Sister, there have been too many people committing suicide in the past two days. I didn't keep an eye on these two guys, and they jumped from the roof of the Empire State Building when I wasn't paying attention." There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, as if he was annoyed by these people's behavior.

Sister Maria curled her lips, bent down, and whispered something in the girl's ear. The girl nodded, squatted down, and placed her hands next to the two corpses. The next second, the girl did not move. The two corpses on the ground suddenly began to twitch violently.

The two bodies, which were already broken into pieces, shook violently as if awakened by a demon. Broken bones rubbed against each other in the twisted bodies, making a creepy sound. The broken muscles and skin seemed to have life, constantly squirming. Blood gushed out of the wounds again, like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground red.

The heads of the corpses began to shake, and the eyes on the smashed heads suddenly opened, revealing bloodshot eyeballs. Their eyes were filled with panic and fear, as if they didn't know why they were "alive" again. Their mouths opened wide, emitting silent screams, as if telling the world about their pain and despair.

Their bodies rolled on the ground, trying to break free of some invisible restraints. But their movements were so weak and chaotic that they only made themselves more painful. Their limbs flailed around randomly, hitting the surrounding objects with dull thumping sounds. The scene made people feel a little nauseous, as if they were in a horrible hell.

Visible cold sweat appeared on the girl's forehead.

However, she did not let go.

Instead, it was not until the two bodies temporarily calmed down that they fell into Sister Maria's arms.

Fisk smiled and touched the girl's head. "Leila, huh? Thank you for helping me. What gift do you want?"

The girl and Sister Maria looked at each other.

Sister Maria nodded, and the girl's voice was very unique: "I want to go to Disneyland, Mr. Fisk."

"Of course, no problem. Thank you for your help, Sister. Can you take him to the inner room to rest for a while?"

Sister Maria nodded.

Then he walked into the inner room.

Fisk walked up to the two resurrected corpses, sneered at them and said: "Do you think you don't have to pay your debts after you die? Now I'm giving you two choices. The first choice is to jump off the building again in front of me, and then I will ask your relatives for money. The second choice is to sign your names on this debt transfer document, and then I will send you to jump off the building again." Fisk's words were like a biting cold wind in winter, and everyone in the room shivered uncontrollably.

The two corpses that had just been resurrected were now filled with fear and despair. Their bodies were still trembling slightly, and the remaining blood had dried on their bodies, like a terrifying decoration. They stared at Fisk with wide eyes, as if they had seen the devil descend.

The vulture silently moved to the side, leaving half of the window open, apparently preparing a place for the two guys who had just resurrected to jump off the building. The wind blew in from the window, blowing the hair of the two corpses, making them feel even more desperate and cold. Their lips trembled, wanting to say something, but no sound came out. Their eyes moved back and forth between Fisk and the window, their hearts filled with fear and helplessness.

One of the corpses seemed to be struggling to stand up, but fell to the ground again due to the broken body. His hands were scratching the ground randomly, as if looking for a glimmer of hope.

The other corpse lay limply there, with empty eyes, as if it had lost all its courage.

Finally, they signed their names.

The reason why they committed suicide to escape debt was because each of them left a large sum of money or shares to their relatives as resettlement expenses.

However, the money all belongs to Fisker.

What's more important are the shares.

The purpose of every loan Fisk made was not to earn interest, but to get shares in the companies he was targeting.

Money is not important.

The technology of those technology companies is what matters most.

Gee!

Do you think you can escape by dying?

dream.

After signing, he threw them out of the window.

Fisk looked at the debtor sitting on the sofa next to him.

He smiled and said: "Why don't you jump off the building too? Then, after I revive you, will you willingly return the money to me?

Of course, if I can't resurrect you, you don't have to pay this debt. Let your wives pay it instead!

By the way, do you have a daughter?

If you have a daughter, I can give you a 20% discount! "

Chapter 241: No matter how reluctant you are, you have to endure it, and no matter how dissatisfied you are, you have to keep it to yourself.

"Boss, all the debts have been cleared!" Lester looked at the bill and said with a hint of worry: "It seems we lost money this time."

Fisk was wiping the blood off his hands with a wet towel, his movements were neither hurried nor slow, as if he had everything planned out. All the windows in the room were opened, the air conditioner was turned on, and even a few electric fans were brought in. The wind from outside the window blew in and blew out from the window on the other side, finally dispersing the nauseating bloody smell. The wind swirled in the room, as if eager to take away the terrible smell. Fisk frowned slightly, looking at the curtains swaying slightly in the wind, but there was no ripple in his heart.

"Loss?" Fisk shook his head with a wry smile, his eyes revealing an unfathomable wisdom: "If we only look at the dollar, we did lose. But if we look at it from a longer-term perspective, we made a lot of money this time." As Fisk spoke, he picked up a document on the corner of the table. The document was a full finger thick, and it felt very substantial in his hand. It was carefully divided into more than a dozen copies with pins, and every two copies could be regarded as one, all of which were equity transfer documents.

There are not only equity transfer documents of listed companies, but also transfer documents of independent laboratories or transfer documents of some valuable scientific research projects. These documents seem to emit a mysterious light, and each page carries a huge value. These are Fisker's real wealth this time.

As for the US dollars that were not returned, Fisk had been prepared to lose money since the day he lent them out. Compared with these transfer books, that money was just tuition.

He handed all the transfer documents in his hand to Lester, and took out a few of them and put them in Lester's hand: "This is the shares of Pym Technology Biological Co., Ltd., this is the leading document of the super gene project, and this..." Fisk showed these documents to Lester one by one, as if showing his trophies. "Get ready, I want to meet these people." Fisk's tone was firm and decisive, leaving no room for doubt.

Lester looked at the documents in his hand, with a puzzled look on his face: "Boss, all of your documents are on the Ministry of National Defense's list. Especially this super gene project... When I just left the Ministry of National Defense a few years ago, this project was already being implemented.

I heard that this project was very popular at the time because it was expected to find an opportunity to crack human genes and thus solve the mystery of life span. Hasn't this thing always been led by the Ministry of Defense? How did it fall into the hands of this technology company now?

Victor von Doom... sounds so familiar." Lester frowned, trying hard to recall the origin of this name.

"Immortality? Don't be ridiculous. If someone can break through the limit of immortality one day in the future, it must be the team led by Zhao Hailun." Fisk said confidently, with a determined light in his eyes. "Don't worry about it. Now these transfer documents are in my hands. No matter who he is, if I have my eyes on him, he should give up his things. Otherwise, I will make them disappear completely." Fisk's words were full of domineering and majesty, which made people shudder.

The projects selected by Fisk are all famous projects in the Marvel world, such as the Pym particles of Pym's salary, and the super gene project, which is the cosmic rays that created the Fantastic Four. In addition, there are many other projects, such as the Extremis virus, genetic modification, or weapons manufacturing, all of which are top technological projects.

The technical content of these projects is no less than that of the cloning factory. In fact, some technologies have exceeded the physical rules of the universe. This is because the physical rules of the Marvel world are relatively abstract, otherwise, they would never exist.

These technologies can't be bought with money. If it weren't for Tony Stark's stock feast, Fisker would never have had the opportunity to touch the shares and projects of these technology companies.

After all, a technology company like Pym that has practical technology is not short of money. Even if they are just small shareholders, most of them are wealthy people with a net worth of over 100 million.

However, after this stock market boom, how many new tycoons were born? And how many old tycoons jumped off buildings?

Although Fisko was curious, he was not interested and was too lazy to care.

Just don't delay his plans.

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"Hello!" Fisk picked up the phone. The black receiver in his hand seemed to hold countless secrets.

Ophelia's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of urgency and curiosity: "How is it? How much did you earn this time?"

Fisk grinned, revealing a meaningful smile: "Don't mention it, I lost a lot this time."

Ophelia didn't wait for Fisk to continue complaining before she started to complain: "You're still pretending. If you said others would lose money, I might believe you. But if you said you would lose money, I would never believe it even if I was beaten to death."

There was a hint of ridicule in her voice, as if she was disdainful of Fisk's "complaints".

As Ophelia spoke, she did not intend to delve into Fisk's income this time, but changed the subject: "Are you going to sell your tyrants?"

The smile on Fisk's lips became more eye-catching. He guessed that Ophelia came here for this matter: "What's the matter? The famous Lady Kuishe also wants external help?" There was a hint of teasing in his tone, as if he was mocking Ophelia's "request for help".

"Tsk tsk! Three million dollars a piece, fixed price. If you're willing to sell, give me two hundred. If not, forget it, just pretend I didn't call you." Ophelia held the phone, rubbing her nails while chatting with Fisk. Her tone was relaxed, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

"Well, this price is very suitable. You can sell it, but the production is insufficient. It will take at least half a year to get 200 for you. But you have to pay a deposit first." Fisk pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table, thinking about the feasibility of the deal.

"Can I give you the deposit in the form of a car?"

"Car?" Fisk stretched out his voice with some doubt, his mind full of questions.

Ophelia said speechlessly: "I gave you all the money I had last time, which was tens of billions of dollars. I don't have any cash left.

However, I have a batch of smuggled cars, all of which are imitations of those expensive sports cars. If you want them, I can give you a 50% discount. How about I give them to you at a 50% discount?

Although they are smuggled cars, they are original and manufactured by the factory. If you sell them there, they will definitely sell well." Her voice was full of confidence, as if she was confident in the quality of these smuggled cars.

Fisk pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table. "Smuggling a car... This is a bit troublesome. However, it's not impossible to consider it, but at least it has to be 40% off!"

His eyes flashed with calculation, and he was weighing the pros and cons of the deal in his mind. "Also, I have to take a look at the goods first. If the quality is really as you said, then the deal can be done. However, you have to ensure that these cars will not cause me unnecessary trouble." Fisker's tone was serious and unquestionable.

Ophelia chuckled, "Don't worry, there is absolutely no problem with my goods. After you have taken a look, we will discuss the details of the transaction in detail.

Oh, don't forget Mexico, give me a call when you go there so I can arrange for someone to pick you up." Her voice was full of anticipation, as if she was waiting for Fisk's arrival.

"Got it!" Fisk answered briefly, but he was thinking about the purpose of his trip to Mexico.

"By the way, do you know that something happened in Europe?" Ophelia's voice suddenly became serious.

"What's the matter?" Fisk was confused. He really hadn't paid attention to major international events recently.

"A small meteorite hit London. MI13 spent a huge price to disintegrate the small meteorite, but the British captain was seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep, and the other members of MI13 were also injured to varying degrees. Without the suppression of MI13, I heard that the whole of Europe has begun to fall into chaos. The European Security Council wants to take the opportunity to abolish MI13's decision-making power on dangerous matters.

Then, that meteorite also activated something on the island of England. It looks like the whole of Europe will be in chaos for a while...Are you interested?" Ophelia's voice was full of temptation, as if she was inviting Fisk to participate in a grand adventure.

"Not interested." Fisk rejected Ophelia's invitation without even thinking about it. He only had his own plans in mind, and he didn't want to get involved in the chaos in Europe.

"Whatever you want!" Ophelia hung up the phone with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

After hanging up the phone, Fisk smiled disdainfully. It seemed that Hydra was not as wealthy as he had imagined. Now it had fallen to the point of using smuggled cars to pay. But it didn't matter. He had many listed companies under his control, and one of them was a car company, which was the best place to sell stolen goods. Anyway, for Fisk, the tyrant was just cannon fodder and commodities in his definition.

But speaking of Europe.

Fisk remembered something.

That was Megan, Captain Britain's fiancée. Fisk had not forgotten the wedding invitation this lady had given him not long ago - but now that Captain Britain was seriously injured, could this lady's wedding still go on as scheduled?

After thinking for a while, Fisk put the matter behind him.

He began to deal with the matter at hand.

Wait until you finish the things at hand.

He was leaving for Mexico.

However, soon, Fisk suddenly stopped writing with the pen in his hand.

He frowned slightly and looked to the left.

May Parker was filling out a cargo report form, and her graceful figure instantly attracted Fisk's attention.

She was wearing something very light, almost like a swimsuit. The close-fitting clothing perfectly outlined her body curves, and her slender waist was like a soft willow branch, swaying gently in the air. Her slender neck was like an elegant swan, exuding a noble aura. Her skin shone slightly under the light, like delicate porcelain, smooth and warm.

The large areas of skin exposed make people imagine, as if it is a beautiful painting waiting to be appreciated.

However, the black stockings and high heels on her legs are particularly attractive. The black stockings tightly wrapped around her legs, like a mysterious veil, adding a hazy beauty. The stockings were delicate and smooth, and shimmered slightly under the light, as if telling of endless temptation. The high heels made her figure look taller and more upright, and the sound of the heels hitting the ground was like a beautiful melody, intoxicating.

As if she had sensed Fisk's gaze, May Parker turned around: "Master?" Her voice was gentle and sweet, like the sound of nature.

Fisk waved his hand and said, "Pour me a cup of coffee, my little bitch." There was a hint of command in his tone, but it was also full of pampering.

May Parker nodded, wiggled her hips, and walked out the door. Her swaying back seemed to have a different kind of charm. Every step she took was like a graceful dance, which made people unable to take their eyes off her.

Just as he left the room, Fisk raised the pen in his hand, and an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes. The emotion was complex and profound, as if it contained countless stories. Then he threw it towards the wall not far away. The pen rushed out like a flash of lightning, piercing the air and making a sharp explosion. The sound echoed in the silent room, as if venting some kind of depression in Fisk's heart. The next second, it fell completely into the wall, leaving only a small end of the pen trembling slightly outside.

He stared at the pen expressionlessly for a few seconds.

Fisk suddenly smiled and said, "Coffee or tea?" His voice echoed in the empty room, but no one answered.