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

Once upon a time, this land was his kingdom, where he had supreme power. He was like a god who controlled everything, deploying resources and personnel at will. Every instruction could be executed quickly, and every need could be met. Those people were busy under his command like ants, serving his experiments, and their life and death were just a small fluctuation in the experimental data for him. But now, the situation suddenly changed like a surging tide, ruthlessly washing him down from the pinnacle of power. He lost everything, like a deposed king, struggling alone in the ruins. His world became fragmented, and the former glory disappeared like a bubble. He didn't know where the future was, and there was endless fog ahead, shrouded in unknown and dangerous. He also didn't know if he could continue his crazy experiment, which was the whole meaning of his life, but now it was crumbling.

"Damn Fisk!" He cursed in a low voice, his voice full of resentment. The voice echoed in the small elevator space, carrying his anger. There was a hint of ferocity in his eyes, like a wounded beast, wanting to take revenge on the person who hurt him.

The elevator was still going up, and the slight humming sound was particularly clear in the silence. The medical officer took a deep breath and began to adjust his expression. Today was Halloween, a festival full of joy and mystery, but it meant nothing to him. He never celebrated Halloween. In his eyes, those people in strange costumes and revelry were just boring farces. However, Fisk invited him to attend the Halloween dinner and singing party held in the capital of Mexico today. This was an invitation he could not refuse, and it was also a dangerous trap. He had to adjust his state as soon as possible and hide all the panic, anger and fear in his heart to ensure that he would not be exposed.

The elevator door slowly opened, and a strong light instantly shone in. The medical officer narrowed his eyes and stepped out of the elevator. What came into view was the scene of the entire base fully armed. Soldiers stood on both sides of the corridor. They were wearing black heavy bulletproof vests, which exuded the unique cold luster of metal. Each piece of armor fit the soldiers' bodies tightly, as if they were their second skin. The face under the helmet was serious and cold, and his eyes were vigilantly scanning everything around him. He held the assault rifle tightly in his hand, and the metal texture of the gun body shone under the light, which was the color of death. The various advanced sights and tactical accessories equipped on the gun showed the lethality of these weapons.

The walls were covered with all kinds of monitoring equipment and weapons. The monitoring cameras were like countless eyes, monitoring every corner of the base at 360 degrees without blind spots. The red indicator light was flashing, like the eyes of a demon, ready to capture any abnormality at any time. The weapon racks were filled with all kinds of weapons, from pistols, submachine guns to heavy machine guns, as well as large-scale lethal weapons such as rocket launchers and grenade launchers. They were neatly arranged, exuding a chilling atmosphere. These weapons were like sleeping beasts, waiting to be awakened and then release the power of destruction.

High-intensity lighting equipment and automatic defense systems were installed on the ceiling. The bright lights illuminated the entire base as bright as day, leaving no shadows. The muzzles of the automatic defense systems were hidden in the secret compartments of the ceiling. Once something happened, they would pop out quickly, and the rain of bullets would drown the enemy in a storm of death.

No words were spoken.

The medical officer looked gloomy and said nothing. He walked out of the elevator with heavy and cautious steps, and every step seemed to be stepping on a tense heartstring.

Then, he reached out and pulled an inconspicuous switch on the top of the elevator. The switch was cleverly hidden on the top of the elevator car, surrounded by dust and some intricate wires. It was difficult to find its existence without careful inspection. This was the last insurance measure set by the medical officer just in case. It was the last bit of control he retained for himself in this situation that had already gotten out of control.

In this highly confidential environment, the security measures are designed to be extremely complex and lethal. As long as the password, key or biometric information are incorrect, any of the three situations will occur, and the nano-mechanical bug bomb hidden in the elevator will be activated immediately.

When the bomb is activated, these nanomechanical insects will be quickly activated.

They will eat the entire elevator clean.

Until it bites the bomb and causes an explosion.

The power of the explosion is not limited to the interior of the elevator. The powerful impact will quickly spread downward along the elevator shaft. The doomsday-like force will sweep across the entire laboratory deep underground like a surging wave.

The doctor's eyes were filled with determination, an unquestionable firmness. He knew what Da Qun meant to him. It was the fruit of his years of hard work and the foundation of his foothold in this cruel world, so he would never allow Da Qun to fall into the hands of others.

Daqun would not necessarily die in the explosion, after all, his special physique and complex personality gave him extraordinary survivability. However, the chain reaction caused by this carefully designed explosion would definitely trap him underground.

The main personality of Daqun suffers from claustrophobia, which the medical officer concluded after countless observations, experiments, and countless costs. Every attempt is like groping in the dark, accompanied by risks and uncertainties, but it is also these efforts that allow him to grasp this key information. As long as the surroundings fall into darkness, the main personality will be like all the courage has been taken away, and can only squat and tremble like a frightened rabbit. His body will curl up and hug himself tightly with his arms, as if this can resist the endless fear. In this state, no mutant personality can control his body. Those mutant personalities that were originally strong and full of personality, when the main personality is shrouded by claustrophobia, are like ghosts that have lost their power. They cannot break through the fear line of the main personality and can only be trapped in the depths of consciousness, waiting helplessly. The medical officer took advantage of this and set up this cage for Daqun to trap him.

The medical officer had a stern expression, his eyes revealed a kind of concentration and indifference that others could not understand. He turned a blind eye to the soldiers standing around him like statues, and had no intention of paying any attention to them. Those soldiers were wearing heavy armor, holding advanced weapons, and looking around vigilantly, but in the eyes of the medical officer, they were just the background of this complex situation.

The medical officer took out a small and exquisite nano mask from his arms. The mask exuded a faint technological light in his hand. He put on the mask skillfully, and in an instant, the mask fit his face, as if it had merged with his skin. This nano mask could not only change his appearance, but also disguise his voice. It was an important tool for him to hide his identity in this dangerous world.

After everything was ready, the medical officer walked out with a firm step. He passed through a long and narrow passage. The walls of the passage were made of cold metal. There was a dim light at intervals. The light swayed in the darkness, casting strange shadows, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching his every move. The passage was filled with a damp and stale smell, which was the unique smell of the underground space. This smell lingered around the medical officer, but it did not affect his determination to move forward.

Finally, he walked out of the underground air-raid shelter. The light outside the cave made him squint slightly, and after a moment of adjustment, he saw a black car quietly parked at the door.

The medical officer walked quickly to the side of the car and pressed a small switch in his hand. As the switch was pressed, a low mechanical roar sounded, and the huge and heavy steel gate above began to slowly close. This steel gate was like a barrier guarding underground secrets, and each steel plate exuded a cold and majestic atmosphere. As the gate closed, the black car rushed out like an arrow from a bow at the moment the steel gate completely fell. The wheels rubbed against the ground violently, making a sharp sound and raising a cloud of dust. The car soon disappeared on the road in the distance, leaving only a black afterimage.

But what the medical officer in the car didn't notice was.

An almost transparent figure rolled in from the narrow gap the moment the gate closed.

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When the warmth of Thanksgiving fades away, people have become accustomed to the dull life after the holiday. At this time, the mysterious and fantastic atmosphere of Halloween seems to have been forgotten. Thanksgiving has passed, so where is Halloween?

This doubt is like autumn leaves, naturally falling into the mind of everyone who has celebrated Thanksgiving.

In their perception, festivals have a fixed order and time, as if they follow some ancient and unchangeable rules.

However, in Mexico, a land full of passion and mystery, this is not a problem. Mexico is like a melting pot of cultures, where various festivals interweave and merge without so many strict boundaries. Here, time seems to become more flexible, and celebrations from different cultural backgrounds can penetrate and coexist with each other.

To be honest, Fisk was also very confused about this. He couldn't understand why Zhao Xuexi chose Mexico as the stop of her global concert.

In his opinion, although Mexico has a unique cultural charm, this choice seems somewhat unexpected considering many factors such as concert preparation, market and safety.

It was Mrs. Stacy who helped him answer this question.

"Because, in addition to Stark Industries, there are many private equity funds sponsoring Zhao Xuexi's concert. These private equity funds have their own strategic layout and interests. Mexico's rich cultural resources and huge potential market attracted them. They saw the unique geographical location and the huge influence brought by cultural integration here, and hoped to further expand their business territory and tap more potential value by holding concerts in Mexico. Moreover, the enthusiastic and unrestrained people in Mexico have a high enthusiasm for entertainment activities, which undoubtedly provides a good mass foundation for the successful holding of the concert..."

Simply put, in the business world, the pursuit of profit is an eternal theme. As long as it is within the legal and compliant scope, making money should not be blamed, and there is nothing shameful about it. After all, whether it is a business giant like Stark Industries or those private equity funds, every decision they make is to maximize their own interests, and Zhao Xuexi's concert in Mexico is an important piece on their chessboard of interests.

Fisk's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a relaxed smile. He turned and walked towards Mrs. Stacy, his eyes full of love and doting. He opened his arms and gently hugged her. Mrs. Stacy at this time was like a different beauty who walked out of a mysterious scroll. She had changed into a black long dress. The material of the dress looked extremely luxurious. Every fold was like a carefully designed work of art. It swayed slightly with her movements, flashing a mysterious luster. The hem of the skirt fell to the ground like a black wave, dragging an elegant arc.

Not only did she dress up carefully, she also put on heavy makeup. The makeup was bold and strong, and the heavy eye shadows were like shadows in the night, deep and mysterious, making her eyes look even more profound and charming, as if hiding endless stories. The bright red lipstick was applied on her lips, outlining an attractive but somewhat majestic arc, giving people a feeling of being difficult to approach. Her cheeks were modified more three-dimensionally by the light blush, and the whole makeup made her look very fierce, but under that fierce appearance, it was difficult to hide her unique charm. It was a kind of elegance and sexiness that came from the bones, and even such an exaggerated dress could not cover it up.

Fisk looked at Mrs. Stacy in front of him and couldn't help but want to laugh. He teased, "What are you dressed like? Cinderella's vicious stepmother?" As he spoke, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise higher, with a playful light flashing in his eyes.

When Mrs. Stacy heard this, she rolled her eyes slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes and a response to Fisk's teasing.

She snorted and said, "Today is a Halloween-themed concert. Everyone is required to dress up, and you are no exception." Her voice was unquestionable, as if she was stating an established fact, while also hinting to Fisk that he had to prepare his costume well and not think about getting away with it so easily.

Fisk was about to refuse, but the words of refusal were already on his lips, as if they were about to come out in the next second. He frowned, and countless excuses flashed through his mind, such as he didn't like this overly lively and exaggerated atmosphere, or he felt that he didn't need to dress up to fit in with the event.

However, just as he was about to speak, he met Mrs. Stacy's eyes.

Mrs. Stacy's eyes were like deep lake water, and they looked even more mysterious under her Halloween makeup. The light flashing in her eyes showed her anticipation for the event and her unquestionable demands on Fisk, as if there was an invisible force that could see through all of Fisk's thoughts. Her eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight at Fisk, causing his prepared words to get stuck in his throat.

Fisk felt as if he was under a spell and couldn't move. He and Mrs. Stacy stared at each other for only a few seconds, but it seemed like a century had passed. In this brief look, he felt Mrs. Stacy's determination and knew that if he refused, she would definitely be unhappy.

So he quickly raised his hands in surrender, with a funny panic, like a child who had been caught, giving up all resistance. He smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

"Hmph, why don't you go dress up?"

Chapter 261 Winnie the Pooh gave birth to Fisk!

Even in the capital of Mexico, although there are tall buildings everywhere, poverty is still the main theme here. It is hard to imagine, it is hard to imagine, as a country next to the United States, why it is so poor.

But what is even more difficult for the people here to imagine is why a popular Asian idol would come here to hold a concert.

But it also succeeded in causing extraordinary popularity and commotion.

In the center of the city, a magnificent stage rises from the ground.

The stage looked like a dream castle woven from steel and art. The huge metal frame sparkled brightly under the sunlight, as if covering the city with a layer of strange glory.

On both sides of the stage are rows of towering sound columns. They stand there quietly like loyal guards, yet they contain enough power to shock people.

Above the stage, numerous bright spotlights were hung, like the brightest stars in the night sky, lighting up the stage like daylight. These spotlights constantly changed their angles and colors according to the rhythm of the music and the needs of the performance, sometimes focusing on the center of the stage, illuminating the idols' figures incomparably dazzling.

Sometimes it scatters, creating a dreamlike atmosphere, making the entire stage seem to be in a mysterious wonderland.

Around the stage, various gorgeous decorations and props were carefully arranged, with flowers clustered and ribbons fluttering. Every detail showed the luxury and extraordinaryness of this concert, as if announcing the arrival of a grand carnival to this poor city.

A large number of Mexican workers were like busy ants, carrying out the work of moving and setting up the site non-stop. They were wearing worn but clean work clothes, their skin was tanned by the scorching sun, and beads of sweat kept rolling down their foreheads, but they had no intention of stopping.

Because this concert is based on Halloween style, the whole venue is filled with a mysterious and weird atmosphere.

Various kinds of candies have become an indispensable element. Boxes of colorful and beautifully packaged candies are carefully carried to designated locations by workers. They will be placed at the carefully designed candy distribution points around the stage...

Of course, children are also an integral part of this concert. All major welfare institutions in Mexico City have received invitations to the concert, and this news is like a spring breeze blowing into the previously somewhat gloomy world of those children.

It is no exaggeration to say that this concert almost made the front-page headlines throughout Mexico. Even the SHIELD agents who were staying around the hammer knew about the existence of this concert and came to join in the fun.

Fisk stood in the spacious, bright but slightly cramped dressing room, surrounded by a group of chattering women with a helpless look on his face. He stared blankly at the unfamiliar self in the mirror, and couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly, and said speechlessly: "As for, is it like this?"

In order to highlight today's grand and unique Halloween-themed concert, everyone dressed up as if they were attending a grand carnival party.

In order not to spoil the fun, Fisk was no exception.

Of course, he didn't have to dress up himself. He just had to sit quietly in the comfortable dressing chair. However, at this moment, he felt like a wild animal trapped in a cage. He was uncomfortable and couldn't sit still.

In the mirror, Fisk's originally sturdy, strong and masculine body has been completely covered by the funny Winnie the Pooh Halloween suit and disappeared without a trace.

His broad shoulders were replaced by Winnie's round, yellow furry shoulders. His originally tight waist was wrapped in a cute but somewhat bloated red top. Something was specially padded in his belly, which looked like Winnie's round belly, rising and falling slightly with his breathing. His legs were stuffed into a pair of short brown bear pants, and his legs looked thick and short. When he walked, it was like two short legs moving. His face was also smeared with a thick layer of makeup, and his originally angular face became round and cute. His big eyes were painted into Winnie's naive appearance. There was a small black ball on his nose, which looked like Winnie's nose. His mouth was also painted a cute pink color, pouting slightly. He wore the iconic Winnie the Pooh hat on his head, and his ears stood straight up, shaking slightly with his movements.

This outfit formed a very strong contrast with his usual majestic and brutal image. Instead, it looked extremely funny, like a funny little bear walking out of a fairy tale world, which made people laugh.

"No, whoever came up with the idea that I dress up as Winnie the Pooh, I want to protest!" Fisk frowned, pouting his thick lips, his eyes scanning the women around him, and issued a righteous protest.

However, his voice was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing only a few ripples but failing to attract more attention because no one paid any attention to him.

Mrs. Stacy was still concentrating on putting makeup on him. Her slender fingers skillfully manipulated various makeup tools and carefully sculpted Fisk's face. Her eyes were focused and firm, as if she was creating a great work of art, and she turned a deaf ear to Fisk's protests.

Gwen and Uesugi Riie were already laughing so hard that they were shaking with laughter. They held their stomachs tightly with their hands, as if they were afraid of laughing so hard that their bellies would burst.

Their already beautiful faces became more vivid because of their laughter, their eyes narrowed into slits, tears welling up in their eyes. Gwen's golden hair swayed slightly with her movements, like a golden wave of wheat, and Uesugi Rie's long black hair fell behind her like a waterfall, complementing her exquisite bee costume.

Both of them were wearing black and yellow bee costumes. The tight design perfectly outlined their youthful figures. Their slender waists could be held in one hand, and their round buttocks were slightly raised. The bee wings behind them trembled gently with their laughter, as if they were about to fly away in the next second.

Sister Maria wore the suit of Joan of Arc. The silver armor shone brightly under the light, showing a brave and fearless temperament. She held her head high and her posture was as straight as a pine tree, which formed a sharp contrast with her usual dignified and elegant appearance.

However, when she walked, the black stockings faintly exposed under the armor were looming, tightly wrapped around her slender legs, adding a special sense of mystery and temptation to her. The texture of the stockings was delicate and smooth, with a faint luster, as if silently telling the words of temptation.

Dimitrescu and Danina dressed up as Cinderella's stepmother and stepsister. Dimitrescu's tall and plump figure looked even more elegant in a gorgeous retro dress. The neckline of the dress was just right, slightly revealing her fair collarbone and a small piece of charming cleavage. The hem of the dress swayed gently with her steps, like a gorgeous cloud. She had a proud look on her face and a cunning look in her eyes, as if she was planning how to make things difficult for Cinderella.

Danina and the others stood beside her. Although there was one more person than in the original novel, it did not affect the overall effect at all. Her clothes were relatively simple, but still exquisite. The light blue dress made her look fresh and refined, complementing Dimitrescu's gorgeousness.

The most eye-catching one is Erica. This charming girl actually chose Catwoman. She was wearing a black tight leather jacket, which was like her second skin, tightly fitting her body and showing her curvy figure to the fullest. The zipper on her chest was slightly pulled down, revealing a deep ravine, which made people's heart beat faster.

The leather jacket was inlaid with some silver zippers and metal accessories, which sparkled with a cold luster under the light, adding a sense of wildness and unruliness to her. She wore a black cat-ear headdress on her head, with pointed ears that trembled slightly, as if she was listening to everything around her.

The black tail behind her swayed gently with her movements, like a flexible whip. Erica's face was made of delicate makeup, and her deep eyes were outlined by black eyeliner, making them brighter and more attractive. Her eyes were full of charm and temptation, as if they could see through people's souls. Her lips were painted with bright red lipstick, slightly pouting, as if waiting for a lover's kiss. Her slender legs were wrapped in black fishnet stockings, and the mesh on the fishnet stockings was looming, adding a bit of sexiness.

She was wearing a pair of black high-heeled shoes. The heels were thin and high, and made a crisp sound with every step, as if knocking on people's heartstrings, making people involuntarily attracted to her.

"I think so too." Zhao Hailun pouted her beautiful lips slightly, with a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction in her eyes, and she also protested, "Why can't I dress up as a princess?" Fisk heard her complaint and his gaze shifted to Zhao Hailun. After seeing her outfit clearly, he couldn't help but feel a little better. After all, having a "fellow sufferer" made him feel a little more balanced psychologically, not to mention that the look created for this unlucky guy was really unique.

Zhao Hailun was dressed up as Tarzan. Her long, smooth and beautiful hair was now messy and wild, with a few strands of hair scattered on her fair and delicate face, making her look like a rose blooming among thorns, delicate and tough.

She was wearing a brown leather tube top made of a special material. The leather was soft and shiny, fitting tightly against her chest, outlining her proud curves perfectly. Her deep career line was faintly visible at the neckline, as if telling people about endless temptation.

The edges of the clothes were dotted with some simulated animal hair, which swayed gently with her movements, adding a bit of primitive wildness.

She had a wide black belt tied around her waist, inlaid with some peculiarly shaped metal accessories, which sparkled mysteriously under the light.

The belt tightly holds her slender waist, making her figure more perfect, with her hips slightly raised, forming a charming curve. She wears a brown leather skirt of the same material, which is just mid-thigh long, showing off her slender and straight legs. The skirt also has some irregular cuts and animal hair decorations, which echo the tube top.

Zhao Hailun was wearing a pair of knee-high black boots. The material of the boots was tough but shiny. They tightly wrapped around her calves, highlighting the beautiful lines of her legs.

There are some exquisite metal buckles and patterns on the boots, which add a sense of refinement to the overall look. She wears a pair of brown leather gloves on her hands, and the fingertips of the gloves are specially designed to be sharp, like the claws of a beast, full of power.

"Hey, sister, don't take it off. I've been helping you stick it on for a long time." Zhao Xuexi was dressed like an ice princess, but she stayed around Zhao Hailun and kept helping him stick off the rough-looking fluff.

"Should I really...go up there and sing?"

Melanie took a deep breath, and with a hint of helplessness and trepidation, she slowly walked into the room with an exaggerated broom head on her head. The broom head was more than half a meter high, fluffy, like a huge golden cotton candy, and every strand of hair seemed to have been carefully combed, standing upright, shining brightly under the light, as if it was woven from countless golden threads.

Her face was delicately made up. In order to match the image of Elvis Presley, her eyes were outlined with thick black eyeliner to create a deep and charming contour. The eyeliner was slightly raised, and the tail of her eye was like the wings of a butterfly spreading its wings to fly, lively and charming.

The eyeshadow is a deep smoky tone, which gradually spreads from the eyelids. It is like the deep night sky, mysterious and alluring. Her already bright eyes, against the backdrop of this makeup, look like the brightest stars in the night sky, flashing a bewitching light.

The iconic Elvis lips were painted a bright and rich red, with the lower lip slightly pouted, with a sexy and uninhibited charm, as if silently telling of endless temptation.

She was wearing a gorgeous white tights on her upper body. The material of the clothes was soft and elastic, which fit her body curves tightly, perfectly outlining her slender waist and proud breasts.

The tights are inlaid with countless sparkling rhinestones, which are arranged into various exquisite patterns. Under the light, they are like the twinkling stars in the night sky, dazzling. Every time she moves slightly, these rhinestones can reflect brilliant light, as if she is shrouded in a mysterious halo.

The neckline adopts a unique design. The high stand-up collar sets off her slender neck, like an elegant swan, showing a noble and cool temperament.

She paired it with a pair of black flared pants. The material of the pants had a great drape, and when she walked, they swayed gently with her steps, swaying like black waves.