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

How about this, you give me 39 percent of Hank Pym Technologies' shares as compensation?

Or you can pay me 2.7 billion pounds.

"What do you think, Lester?" Fisk said as he turned his gaze to Lester, who nodded, "Boss, this price is very suitable. I think it is very fair."

Hank Pym's face turned ashen. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Fisk. After a long silence, he said, "Do you really want to start a war, Fisk?" Fisk raised his chin slightly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Declare a war? No, this is not declaring a war. I'm just protecting my rights. Hank Pym, you should know that you don't have any choice now. Either pay compensation as I require, or wait for your company to be completely controlled by me." Fisk threw the calculator to the ground in front of him, "Besides, what capital do you have to go to war with me? Just relying on your ridiculous Pym particles that grow and shrink? Tsk tsk." With a fierce wave of his hand, a secret pocket on Hank Pym's waist was torn open, and then some small darts that were blue or red, flashing with light, flew directly into Fisk's hand.

Hank Pym wanted to reach out and grab it.

Lester just shot.

The bullet grazed his hair.

Hank Pym's body trembled violently, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air. His face became increasingly livid, and his eyes were filled with despair and powerlessness. He looked at the small dart flashing in Fisk's hand. It was the Pym particle weapon he had spent countless efforts to develop, but now it was easily taken away by the enemy.

He slowly lowered his arms, a deep sense of frustration welling up in his heart. He once thought he was able to protect his company, his inventions, and the projects that were most important to him. However, at this moment, he found himself so small and helpless in front of Fisk.

He looked around, at the smoking pistol in Lester's hand, and Fisk's cold and confident expression. He knew that he was in a desperate situation. Without any support or retreat, he was like a beast trapped in a trap, and could only watch the hunter approach step by step.

Hank Pym's shoulders trembled slightly, and his lips moved, but no sound came out. He didn't know what to say or what to do. His mind was in chaos, and only the endless feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him like a tide. He felt like a drowning man, struggling desperately but unable to escape the strong current.

His eyes fell on Fisk again, filled with anger and unwillingness. But he also knew that anger could not change the status quo, and unwillingness could not help him get out of trouble.

"Dad, don't agree to him. It's a disaster." The woman who fell on the sofa wanted to put on the device that looked like a breathing mask again. However, before she could make any move, the sharp dagger was already on her neck. The cold blade was close to her skin, making her dare not move rashly.

Erica entered the room without anyone noticing. She was like a ghost, quietly sneaking behind the woman. Her figure was light and agile, like an elegant black panther. Erica blinked at Fisk, her eyes full of pride and charm: "It seems that I came at the right time, baby."

Fisk smiled and opened his arms to Erica, his face full of confidence and dominance. "Baby, you came at the right time." Erica smiled and retracted her arms, and said to the woman beside her: "Next time, I will cut your throat." Her voice was cold and cruel, which made people shudder. After that, she jumped into Fisk's arms, like a bird returning to its nest.

Fisk hugged Erica tightly, his eyes full of doting. Then, he sneered at Hank Pym and said, "Don't worry, I can give you a few days to think about it, but time is not much, you have to think carefully, whether to go to war with me or give me back my things!" His tone was full of threats, as if he was declaring his authority to Hank Pym. Hank Pym looked at the scene in front of him, his heart full of helplessness and anger.

Hank Pym was silent for a moment, and then, as if he had made some kind of decision, he resolutely walked towards the door not far away. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to be filled with resolute courage. After opening the door, Hank Pym said to Fisk: "Then let's start the battle, Mr. Fisk, and see who will win in the end?" His voice was particularly loud, reverberating in the air like a huge bell, and immediately attracted the attention of many people outside.

Those who were already dissatisfied immediately found resonance when they heard Hank Pym's words. They responded one after another, with flames of anger burning in their eyes. Hank Pym's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up thousands of waves. He knew very well what he was doing. This cunning guy said this on purpose, just to find enough allies for himself at once.

Fisk walked to the door. He looked at the eyes outside who were all united in hatred of the enemy, but he was not afraid at all. He still had a calm expression on his face, as if everything was under his control. He gently stroked Erica's head in his arms, with a disdainful smile on his lips.

He knew what Hank Pym was up to, but he didn't care.

In his view, these people are just a bunch of rabble, and they can't pose a real threat to him. He has enough strength and means to deal with any challenge, whether it comes from Hank Pym or others.

"Then let's start the battle, do you want to join us?

Dear friends! "

Chapter 244 All the villains in New York came out.

"Well, my offer is very high."

The car door was opened, and Hank Pym's expression was calm. He got into the car, and there was already a young man who looked to be in his twenties. But before he could say anything, the young man said in an old voice, "Don't waste time. Tell me, how much can you give me?"

Hank Pym still had no expression on his face. He looked at the young man beside him with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "After so many years, why haven't you grown older?"

"Are you here to chat with me? If that's the case, you'll have to pay separately." The young man smiled disdainfully, leaning back on his chair, his voice still as old as ever, as if he was mocking Hank Pym's unnecessary behavior.

Hank Pym was silent for a moment, then he took out a plastic-sealed envelope from his arms and said slowly: "This contains the map where Colombian drug dealers hid US dollars. I don't know how much has been dug out, and I don't know how much has not been dug out. Anyway, when I got this map, the last person who had seen this map was killed by me." Hank Pym's words were calm and cold, as if he was telling a trivial matter.

Hank Pym's words immediately made the young man show an interested expression. His eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved up: "Some time ago, a farmer in Colombia dug up more than 6 million US dollars in his own land. This made many treasure hunters go to Colombia to try to find the treasure, but only a few actually got any.

I didn't expect you to have a map.

It seems that what they said back then was right. Your hands are not clean. Otherwise, how could you have created such a huge technology company in such a long time. "The young man took the envelope while speaking. His fingers gently stroked the surface of the envelope, as if feeling the secret hidden in it.

Hank Pym did not speak, but fell into silence and reminiscence. The atmosphere in the car became solemn, and only the sound of the young man flipping through the envelopes echoed in the air. After a while, Hank Pym said calmly: "Diablo, I have already given you the reward in advance. When can you start?"

The young man opened the envelope, looked at the map photo inside, and shrugged.

He took out a magnifying glass from his bosom and began to carefully observe the map, muttering, "He is the popular underworld emperor now?

You think I'm a homeless person on the street? It will take at least half a year before I can find an opportunity.

Besides, I'm not sure if your map is real. If it's not, then there's no point in discussing this matter!" His voice was full of caution and suspicion, and he obviously had reservations about the authenticity of the map.

"I don't ask you to kill him. I just want you to cause him some trouble. Of course, it would be best if you kill him." Hank Pym's words still did not carry much emotion, as if she had abandoned all emotions.

"Hehe, you can get off the car. I'll let you know before I do anything."

The two men talked for a few more words, and then Hank Pym got out of the car. The black sedan drove away quickly, but he soon walked towards another SUV that had been waiting for a long time.

After getting on the car, there was a woman sitting in front of me. Or rather, she had the characteristics of a woman, but she didn't look like a woman, because her head was a red plastic ball, which reflected the light from outside, and looked a little hideous, but her body was really hot. The curvy figure was faintly visible in the dim light inside the car, exuding a mysterious and seductive aura.

Hank Pym looked at the woman with a red plastic ball head and forced a smile. "Hello, Red Thursday. It looks like you haven't changed at all in all these years."

A palm suddenly appeared on the surface of the plastic ball, and then a woman's voice spread from the red plastic ball.

The voice had an eerie hollowness, as if it came from another world.

"Well, you are the same, Hank Pym. What do you want from me?"

The red plastic ball was talking while its palm was constantly moving, as if it was doing a sign language translation, which made people feel horrified and uncomfortable. The palm movements were sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, as if conveying some mysterious message. Each movement seemed to be telling an unknown story, which made people feel an inexplicable chill in their hearts.

Hank Pym frowned slightly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "I need your help, Red Thursday. There is a problem that needs to be solved."

His voice was low and serious, revealing an unquestionable determination. That firm tone seemed to tell Red Thursday that he was ready to solve this problem at all costs.

Red Thursday was silent for a moment, and the palm on the plastic ball stopped shaking. "What kind of trouble is it? Is it worth it for you to come to me?" There was a hint of curiosity and vigilance in her voice. The curiosity was mixed with the desire to explore the unknown, and the vigilance was her instinctive reaction to survive in this dangerous world for many years.

Hank Pym took a deep breath and said slowly: "A gangster emperor, he has become an obstacle to me. I need you to help me find a way to deal with him." His eyes revealed disgust and helplessness towards Fisk, as if this character was an insurmountable mountain on his way forward.

The red Thursday's plastic ball shook slightly, as if thinking about something: "The Emperor of the Underworld?

You're not talking about Fisk, are you?

Maybe you might be crazy.

That's not an easy character to deal with.

What price are you prepared to pay? " Her voice revealed a kind of greed and calculation. Red Thursday knew that it would cost a lot to go against such a person, and she would not easily take risks for others unless there was enough reward.

Hank Pym's eyes became more determined. "What do you want? As long as I can do it, I will satisfy you." He knew that dealing with Red Thursday would require a high price. Although he was a little reluctant, he was willing to make any sacrifice to achieve his goal.

Red Thursday let out a sinister laugh. The laugh seemed to come from the deep underworld, with a bone-chilling chill, and it kept echoing in the car, making people shudder. "Very good, Hank Pym. I will consider your request. But you'd better not let me down, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

The hand on the plastic ball began to swing again, the movement was strange and full of oppression, as if sternly warning Hank Pym. Every swing was like writing an invisible contract, reminding Hank Pym of the terrible consequences he would face if he breached the contract.

The sinister laughter continued to echo in the car, like a lingering nightmare. Red Thursday knew that the underworld emperor was Fisk. Fisk's influence in the underworld was as huge as the dark clouds covering the sky, which was daunting. His methods were extremely cruel, and everyone who was his enemy seemed to have stepped into a swamp full of blood and terror, unable to extricate themselves. It was not easy to deal with him. It required tremendous courage and wisdom, and even greater risks.

But Red Thursday also has her own plans and ambitions. Her mind hidden behind the red plastic ball is like an unfathomable vortex. She may be able to use this opportunity to skillfully maneuver between various forces and gain more benefits. The benefits are like dazzling gems, attracting her to take risks.

"I don't need you to kill him completely, I just need you to mess him up, that's all." Hank Pym's voice sounded in the car, with a hint of urgency and helplessness.

"What's the difference?" Red Thursday sneered. The laugh was full of sarcasm and disdain, as if mocking Hank Pym's naivety. "You don't think he's a philanthropist, do you?

"Well, I've thought of it. I heard that your Pym particles can change the volume of objects. I don't like to take advantage of you. I can buy as much as I want from you in the future. I agree to help you with this. Of course, the prerequisite is that I will not fall into danger." Red Thursday's words were like a cold blade, piercing Hank Pym's heart. She knew the value of Pym particles and what her request meant to Hank Pym.

"I agree to your condition!" Hank Pym said decisively without any hesitation. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he had made an irreversible decision. The determination revealed in his eyes was as hard as steel, leaving no doubt about his determination.

Now it was Red Thursday's turn to be confused. Her red plastic ball swayed slightly, as if expressing her inner confusion. However, she did not intend to ask questions, but snorted coldly: "You can get off the car. I will inform you before I take action. Of course, I have to see my Pym particles first, or more accurately, my ruby ​​particles. What do you think?" There was a hint of arrogance and threat in her voice, as if reminding Hank Pym that she was not to be trifled with. The palm on the red plastic ball swung again, this time more quickly, as if urging Hank Pym to leave quickly.

Hank Pym was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. In this short time, countless thoughts were churning in his mind. He knew that he had no other choice but to do what Red Thursday asked, even though it meant being in the company of danger and evil. His heart was full of contradictions and struggles, but in order to achieve his goal, he had to embark on this thorny road.

He opened the car door and got out. The sound of the door opening was particularly dull in the silent air, as if announcing his helplessness. At the moment he closed the car door, he looked back at Red Thursday, his eyes full of complex emotions. It was a look that was intertwined with worry, expectation, helplessness and determination. He didn't know if his decision was right, but he knew that in order to save his wife, he had to take a risk. Even if this decision would put him in a deeper predicament, he would not look back.

The engine of the SUV started to roar, and soon disappeared at the end of the street. The sound gradually faded away, just like the hope in Hank Pym's heart gradually faded. However, his call for help was not over yet. He still had more people to meet and more power to fight for.

Hank Pym cooperated with these notorious villains because he had no choice. He was just one step away from saving his wife, but because of the falling out with Fisk, the company had already entered the liquidation process.

Now all shareholders know that the experiments led by Hank Pym have caused the company to lose all its money. He once thought of hiring a killer to kill all the core shareholders, but he knew that as long as Fisk was not eliminated, those projects would be suspended forever.

Hank Pym did some advance work. He went to ask his old buddies in S.H.I.E.L.D., hoping to get some advice and help from them. In the end, he came to the conclusion that it was better to surrender rather than fight Fisk. This conclusion made him feel extremely frustrated and desperate, but he knew that he couldn't just give up.

Therefore, Hank Pym made a decision that went against his original intention, which was to cooperate with those super villains. And it was not to kill Fisk, but to delay Fisk. As long as he could leave himself time to transfer those instruments, it would be enough.

But judging from the performance of these villains, they seemed to have been very unhappy with Fisk for a long time. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, dogs bite dogs and they are all furious!" Hank Pym turned and walked towards his car, his heart full of bitterness. These few alone were not enough, he had to find more super villains.

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"Sorry, what did you say?" Lester stood on the rooftop, his chin slightly raised, his eyes full of indifference and disdain. He looked at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him with a bruised face, and his voice was full of sarcasm: "Democratic society? Come on, you don't really think this is a free country!

But at least you will be quite free when you fly down." Lester folded his hands in front of his chest, with a grim smile on his lips, as if admiring his masterpiece.

The vulture squatted on the edge of the rooftop, bored, like a bird of prey waiting for its prey. He shook his body slightly, looking a little impatient: "Can you be faster? I have a date later." His voice was hoarse and low, revealing a dangerous aura.

Lester rolled his eyes and took the contract handed over by his subordinate. The contract shone slightly in the sun, as if it carried countless secrets and conspiracies.

"We originally wanted to buy it with money, but since you won't cooperate, then you can give it to my boss for free! This way, when we fly down later, I can give you a parachute, and you can choose to use it yourself or give it to your son!" Lester's words were full of threats, and his eyes were like a sharp blade, piercing the man kneeling on the ground.

Not far away, a young man with a bruised face and nose was kneeling on the ground. His eyes were full of fear and despair, as if he had seen his own tragic fate.

Fisk didn't want to be so arbitrary, as it would give others the impression that he was a tyrant. But since these guys chose to stand against him, there was no need for him to be merciful.

Originally, he was just planning to spend a small amount of money to get a big bargain. Now that it was like this, he would not spend any money, and the money saved would be just right for buying luxury goods for the girls.

As for whether others would accuse me of robbery?

Robbery?

Please, I am an Ansa now!

They are descendants of pirates.

You're calling me a robber, isn't that a compliment to me?

Then, two astronauts landed from the top of the Empire State Building. Their figures were like falling meteors, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

Lester suddenly seemed to remember something, picked up the parachute from the ground next to him and threw it down together.

"Sorry, I forgot to give you..." He paused halfway through his words. The next second, he inexplicably had a creepy feeling. It felt like being stared at by a ferocious beast, making him shudder.

Without any hesitation, Lester immediately lay down on the roof.

His body was pressed tightly against the ground, his heart beating wildly. The vulture also flapped its wings and flew high, trying to escape from the sudden danger. Unfortunately, it was still a step too slow.

A huge gap appeared where Lester had just stood. The gap seemed like a bloody mouth that was about to swallow everything.

The vulture, however, fell toward the bottom of the Empire State Building like a broken eagle.

With his back against the edge of the rooftop, Lester pulled out the pistol from his waist. The pistol flashed a cold light in the sun, as if it was his last straw.

At the same time, the vulture's subordinates quickly caught the vulture that had fallen. At this moment, the vulture looked extremely miserable, with wounds all over his body and his limbs twisted. It felt like he had fallen from the Empire State Building. However, he did not die for a while.

His subordinates carried him high into the sky and took out a needle and stabbed it into his neck. The needle contained a strange worm, which passed through the needle and sank into the vulture's dislocated body. The vulture shook his head, and his limbs made crackling sounds, and the blood in his mouth spurted out like crazy. But his eyes gradually became clear.

But then, a strong sense of pushing back once again enveloped him and his subordinates, causing him to fly out. But this time, with the help of his subordinates, he fell on the rooftop. A gleam of light flashed in Lester's eyes. He suddenly raised the pistol in his hand and kept shooting at the sky.