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

Melanie was wearing a pair of black leather shoes, which were simple and elegant, with low heels but very delicate. There were also some small rhinestone decorations on the uppers, which complemented the overall style of her outfit. She was wearing a pair of white gloves, which were just to her elbows.

At this moment, Melanie had to dress up like this because she drew Elvis Presley in the lottery.

As Fisk's eyes swept over their different styles, each more bizarre and abstract, he felt a strong sense of not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Gwen and Uesugi Rie's two little bees, which seemed to jump out of a fairy tale picture book, were full of childishness and liveliness, but the contrast with their usual images was too great. The exaggerated color matching and huge wings made them look like elves who had accidentally entered the human world. Sister Maria's Joan of Arc suit should have been a solemn and solemn representation, but the black stockings hidden under the armor added a touch of distracting charm to this sacredness. This contradictory combination was really a bit elusive.

Dimitrescu and Danina played Cinderella's stepmother and stepsister. Although the number of people was different, they showed the cunning and arrogance of the characters with gorgeous and retro costumes and lifelike expressions, as if they were about to give Cinderella a sharp rebuke in the next second. Erica's catwoman look brought out the sexiness and wildness to the extreme. Her tight black leather outfit, smart cat ear headdress and swaying black tail all made people feel a fatal attraction, as if she was the mysterious elf shuttling between the city's high-rise buildings under the night sky, ready to conquer everything with her charm and agility at any time...

In this sea of ​​visual impact, Fisk suddenly felt that his Winnie the Pooh costume was not so unbearable. After all, surrounded by such a group of people in strange costumes, his cuteness and funnyness seemed to blend into this absurd trend and become a unique part of it.

Moreover, he felt a glimmer of anticipation in his heart, because after the concert ended tonight, it seemed that something pleasant and welcome would happen.

(Writing a Halloween extra!)

Just as they were immersed in the hustle and bustle of the dressing room, Vulture walked into the room with his unique steps. He was not dressed up like the others, but his furry birdman suit had a strange effect, and at first glance, it looked like some kind of carefully designed unique costume.

He walked straight to Fisk's side, not avoiding the gazes of the people around him, and said directly: "Boss, that place has been explored, and it is full of SHIELD people inside and outside. But fortunately, many of them have attracted their attention to the concert, so the defense there is relatively loose." Fisk nodded slightly, with a barely perceptible light flashing in his eyes, and said in a steady tone: "Then let's go according to the plan."

Chapter 262 The immortal ping pong ball.

"Security!" A sharp and anxious shout instantly penetrated the surrounding noisy waves like a tidal wave and came in forcefully from outside the door.

At this time, Fisk had just escaped from the hands of the women.

He was wearing a hood, sticking out his hairy belly, and wearing thick plush gloves, and he opened the door with difficulty.

As soon as the door opened.

I saw a blond man, his figure was as burly as a towering hill, his broad shoulders and thick chest showed his unparalleled strength.

At this moment, his face was flushed, his eyes were confused and frantic, his steps were staggering but with an irresistible impulse, he was chasing a woman dressed as a Nordic Valkyrie. From a distance, he looked like a bear with golden hair. Although his actions seemed a little clumsy, he was determined to do whatever it took.

His eyes were confused due to drunkenness, and his steps were unsteady and disordered. He had obviously drunk too much and was in a state of half drunkenness and half awakeness, with blurred consciousness and loss of control. He kept mumbling some unclear words, which were like boulders thrown into a calm lake in this originally quiet and orderly place, creating a remarkable farce, attracting the attention of people around him, with expressions of surprise, curiosity or dissatisfaction on their faces.

The blond man seemed to think the woman running in front of him was someone else, but the woman running in front was obviously just a guest attending the Halloween concert tonight and didn't know this bear-like guy at all.

Her heart was filled with fear and panic at the moment. Her high heels tapped out a rapid rhythm on the ground, and her eyes were full of fear of the blond man behind her.

Her breathing was rapid and disordered, her chest heaving violently, and she kept looking back while running, fearing that the blond man would catch up with her in an instant.

The running woman quickly ran towards Fisk, shouting for help as she ran. Her crying voice echoed in the empty corridor, sounding particularly miserable.

As he got closer, Fisk saw through the narrow gap of the Winnie the Pooh mask that a piece of her clothes on the left side was torn off, exposing half of her jade bowl. Her fair skin shone with an attractive luster under the dim light, and it looked like someone had torn it off on purpose. If he guessed correctly, it should be the blond man behind her. She was completely focused on the danger behind her, and did not notice Fisk coming out of the room in front of her.

The next second, she bumped right into Fisk's furry belly, or rather, Winnie the Pooh's belly.

Because Fisk was tall and strong with tight muscles, when the woman bumped into him, her whole body sank into him, and she only stopped when she touched Fisk's muscles that were as hard as rocks.

The sudden collision made the woman dizzy for a moment. She raised her head, her eyes full of fear and confusion. Before she could react, the blond drunk behind her had arrived.

The drunk blond man's face was flushed, and his eyes showed a hint of confusion and ferocity. He stretched out his hand to continue pulling the woman's clothes, waving his big hand in the air with brute force.

Facing the opponent's punch, Fisk naturally had no intention of showing mercy.

即使是带着毛茸茸的手套，他也一拳直接揍在了男人的脑袋上，把他整个人打飞了出去。菲斯克这一拳看似随意，实则蕴含着他多年锻炼所积累的强大力量，他的身体微微下沉，腰部发力，将力量从腿部经由腰部传递到手臂，最后汇聚在拳头上，精准地击中了金发男人。

Of course, he had already shown some mercy. After all, he wasn't prepared to have his Halloween costume, which he had worked so hard to draw, stained with thick brain matter.

But what he didn't expect was that when Fisk's fist, wrapped in a furry glove, hit the blond man's head accurately with a whistling sound, the feeling at that moment was completely beyond his expectations.

The moment his fist touched the opponent, it was like hitting a piece of extremely hard stone that had been sharpened for thousands of years. A recoil force suddenly rushed along his arm, making Fisk's arm slightly numb.

Even so, his powerful punch still produced an amazing effect. The blond man's body flew backwards uncontrollably as if he had been hit by a cannonball. His feet instantly left the ground, and the whole person drew an arc in the air, and then with a loud "bang", he was embedded in the wall not far away.

The sound of the collision seemed particularly thrilling, like a thunderclap, in this originally silent space where only the hurried footsteps of the crowd could be heard.

Under the tremendous impact, the bricks and stones of the wall made painful "creaking" sounds and trembled slightly. Some fine dust fell from the cracks in the wall and the gaps between the bricks and diffused in the air, as if adding a bit of hazy and shocking special effects to this sudden scene.

However, what was jaw-dropping was that just a moment later, the blond man was like a tireless and painless war machine, as if the violent collision that was enough to break bones and tendons for an ordinary person was just a trivial episode to him.

He shook his head, and although the confusion in his eyes had not completely dissipated, the ferocity and persistence became stronger, and then he rushed towards Fisk again like an arrow from a bow. Fisk's face under the hood twitched slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously cracked, revealing a smile with a hint of playfulness and challenge.

At this moment, a strong curiosity and competitive spirit surged in his heart. He wanted to see how much this seemingly ordinary man with amazing ability to withstand blows could endure.

So, he threw another punch without hesitation. The power of this punch was no less than the previous one, and it even had more strength and accuracy.

The blond man was once again knocked away like a rag doll, and this scene was repeated continuously.

Every time the blond man was knocked flying and hit the wall, the surrounding air seemed to be squeezed and distorted by this powerful force, producing a visible shock wave that spread in all directions.

The wall not far away gradually became riddled with holes due to the continuous and violent impacts. The human-shaped depressions of various sizes seemed to have been carved out by an invisible pair of hands.

Some of the dents were as deep as the mouth of a bowl, some as shallow as the edge of a plate, and their shapes were also different. Some had complete human outlines, while others only left half a body mark due to the deviation in the angle of impact. They were intertwined and overlapped with each other, like a strange art painting created by violence and chaos, telling the madness and disorder of this fierce conflict.

However, this blond man still seemed to be driven by some obsession. Regardless of the increasing pain in his body, he remained steadfast and launched fearless charges towards Fisk again and again.

During these collisions and counterattacks, his handsome face was inevitably covered with bruises and bloodstains. An obvious bruise gradually appeared around his eye sockets, making his eyes look even more ferocious and somewhat hideous.

A long bloodstain stretched from the corner of his mouth to his cheek, a mark left by Fisk's fist that scratched his skin. After a fierce collision, a tooth finally couldn't bear the weight and was violently spit out of his mouth.

The tooth, with a trace of blood, drew a brief arc in the air, and then fell to the ground with a light "ding" sound, splashing a small piece of dust.

Fisk looked around and his eyes fell on the door of the next door. He strode over, reached out and grabbed the door handle, pulled hard, and with a creaking sound, the door was pulled down by him.

Then he smashed the door directly on the blond man's head, restraining the blond man with the wooden door. The wooden door pressed heavily on the man, making him unable to move temporarily.

Then Fisk pushed him to the gunmen who came over, and the gunmen rushed forward, trying to control the crazy man. However, the blond man continued to struggle, and his strength was so great that several gunmen were unable to resist.

One of the gunmen suddenly had an idea and took out a stun gun from his waist. With a crackling sound, the electric current instantly spread throughout the blond man's body. His body began to tremble violently, his muscles tensed, and a trace of pain and fear appeared in his eyes.

With the help of the electric shock device, the blond man was finally subdued.

At this moment, two women who were not wearing Halloween makeup, wearing jeans and denim jackets, trotted towards this side.

With anxious and guilty expressions on their faces, they ran and shouted: "Sorry, sorry, he is my friend, sorry." Their footsteps were hurried, and their high heels made crisp sounds on the ground. They soon came in front of everyone and said, "He has a problem with his brain, please don't do anything to him..."

Chapter 263 Hey, you're crazy, Thor!

"Misunderstanding?" Fisk raised his chin slightly, with a hint of amusement and teasing in his eyes, looking at the blond man who was still struggling on the ground. The blond man's body was like a trapped python, twisting madly, trying to break free from the restraints on his body. His face was distorted due to extreme anger and struggle, veins bulged, and sweat slid down his forehead like rain, soaking his originally neat clothes.

Fisk smiled and shrugged at the two women who hurried over. His action seemed quite relaxed, as if the chaotic situation in front of him had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, he was still wearing the funny-looking Winnie the Pooh suit, and the furry material seemed somewhat out of place in the slightly tense atmosphere around him.

Although the palm area has some damage, revealing some of the lining inside, the rest of the hand remains intact and the cute little bear is still clearly visible.

There was only a human-shaped depression on the belly that was slowly recovering. At this moment, it was slowly rebounding at a speed visible to the naked eye and gradually becoming flat.

This made him look very funny. His originally dignified or at least serious image formed a strong contrast with this cute and funny suit, adding a touch of absurdity to this tense scene.

The blond man on the ground was completely sober. His eyes, which were originally cloudy due to alcohol, were now bloodshot and burning with rage. He was roaring continuously at this moment. His roar was like that of a wounded beast, echoing around, trying to break free from the gunmen's restraints.

His limbs were waving vigorously, his muscles were tense, and every movement was full of power. However, the strong current made him fluctuate between waking up and unconscious. Every time he gathered a little strength to try to resist, the high voltage current transmitted through the electric baton would instantly knock him down, making his body limp as if all the strength had been drained away. But not long after, he would struggle again with his tenacious will.

The gunmen looked at the blond man strangely, their eyes were full of confusion and surprise. They found it hard to imagine why this guy was so resistant to electricity.

After all, even lions and tigers might not be able to withstand this kind of high-voltage electric baton. The powerful current is enough to instantly paralyze the nervous system of any large beast, making them unable to resist. But this man not only withstood it, but also had endless physical strength to struggle, which was completely beyond their previous experience and cognition.

Sorry, he is my friend. "Jane's voice was clear and pleasant, but with a hint of unquestionable firmness. Her lips were slightly pursed, forming a graceful arc, and her expression was serious and earnest, which made people feel her importance and concern for her friend.

"I am Jane Foster, an astronomer. His name is Thor, and he is my friend. His brain was stimulated and became a little abnormal. Under the influence of alcohol, he made some rude moves. I apologize to you on his behalf... Mr. Winnie."

Jane Foster spoke at a steady pace, each word was clear and powerful. She raised her head slightly and looked directly at the tall Winnie the Pooh in front of her. The Winnie the Pooh was full of mystery in her eyes at the moment. For some reason, she suddenly had the urge to take off the mask and see Fisk's true face. Once this idea was born, it spread like wild grass in her heart and was difficult to suppress.

Her fingers trembled unconsciously, as if she couldn't wait to take action to uncover the true face hidden behind the cute appearance.

Fisk stood there, actually he had a plan in mind. His eyes hidden under the Winnie the Pooh mask flashed with cunning and insight. He had already guessed that the guy who was not killed after being hit by so many punches should be Thor, the God of Thunder, who was thrown to the earth by his unlucky father for trial.

After all, even the iconic hammer fell in Mexico, so it was only natural that Thor would appear here. This discovery made Fisk secretly proud, as if he had mastered a huge secret. But at the same time, it also verified his idea that the aliens were indeed very hard-headed.

He recalled the fight with Thor just now. Even though that guy had suffered many attacks, he was still able to resist tenaciously. His physical fitness was definitely not comparable to that of Earthlings. It seemed that alien races did have a unique physiological structure and a powerful source of power. He just didn't know if it would be the same after being dissected. That body as hard as iron and the extraordinary recovery ability were like mysterious puzzles waiting to be solved.

However, Fisk also knew that such an idea could only flash through his mind and could never be put into practice. After all, his father was not dead yet! Odin's reputation was well-known in the universe. If he did anything extreme to his son, the entire Asgard would probably become his enemy, which would be an absolute disaster. He did not want to easily cause such trouble.

Just as he was thinking about it, Thor on the ground suddenly broke free from the gunmen's restraints. He was like a ignited gunpowder barrel, and he instantly burst out with amazing strength, his muscles tensed, and with a sudden force, he threw the gunmen who had been suppressing him to the side.

Then, with an indomitable momentum, he rushed towards Fisk again. His eyes were burning with anger, and that look seemed to burn everything in front of him. But Fisk was not in a hurry, and his mouth corners slightly raised, as if he had expected Thor to do this.

Just as Thor was about to pounce on him, Fisk suddenly raised his foot, the action was crisp and neat, without any drag. The next second, Thor was stepped on the ground again, and the huge force pressed on Thor's chest, making his chest creak continuously, as if an old machine that could not bear the weight and could be completely crushed at any time.

Thor tried desperately to push away Fisk's foot with his hands, but that foot was like a towering mountain, motionless. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free from this heavy pressure.

"It looks like he has a serious head injury." Fisk pursed his lips slightly, and a malicious arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said in a mocking tone. His voice was peculiarly muffled through the Winnie the Pooh mask, but it was clearly conveyed to the ears of everyone present.

Thor's chest made a creaking sound as Thor's cheeks were stepped on. His face suddenly turned red, and the red tide spread rapidly like a surging tide, burning from his cheeks to his ears. Veins on his forehead bulged, and his eyes were wide open with anger and humiliation, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and every gasp was like pulling a bellows, with endless reluctance and struggle, but his body was suppressed and unable to move.

Jane Foster was extremely anxious when she saw this scene. Her eyes were filled with fear and worry, and she rushed forward without hesitation. Her steps were hurried and rapid, and her hands were waving helplessly in front of her, as if this could prevent Fisk from doing further harm.

"He really didn't mean it. It's because of his head injury that this happened..."

Fisk lowered his head slightly, looking at Thor struggling under his feet and Jane begging desperately, and was silent for a moment. Then, he slowly raised his foot, let Thor go, and said in a seemingly nonchalant tone: "Since you are so sincere in your plea, I can no longer pursue his fault, but I think it's better for him to go to a mental hospital, otherwise it would be bad to hurt children on the roadside. By the way, the concert is about to start, and this beautiful lady is willing to stay and participate." Fisk didn't mean to lift his foot.

Jane lowered her head slightly when she heard Fisk's invitation. A hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes. After a moment of silence, she finally nodded slowly, "No problem, sir. That's why I'm here."

In fact, they came to Mexico City for this Halloween concert. When Jane and her team heard that there would be such a unique concert in Mexico City, their curiosity was instantly ignited.

In their imagination, Mexico City is a place full of exoticism and mystery, and this Halloween concert will undoubtedly bring this unique atmosphere to the extreme. They are eager to be there, feel the unique excitement and passion, and experience a different cultural collision and fantasy journey.

But what I didn't expect was that after Thor drank too much, his mind became unclear.

At this moment, he saw a guest dressed as a Nordic Valkyrie, and the familiar costume instantly touched some memories and emotions deep in his heart. Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol that made him lose his mind, or perhaps it was the longing for his hometown and past glory that made him rush over, triggering a series of chaotic and unexpected troubles.

“What are you doing here?

The concert is about to begin. "A crisp and slightly anxious voice came from behind, breaking the tense deadlock. The door behind was pushed open again, and Zhao Xuexi was the first to walk out of the room lightly like a smart little deer. There was a trace of doubt and dissatisfaction on her delicate face. She walked straight behind Fisk, stretched out her slender hands and pushed Fisk's broad body blocking the door, as if blaming him for wasting time here and blocking everyone's way.

Then, her bright eyes looked at what was happening in front of her curiously, and her eyes were instantly filled with confusion and puzzlement, and she was a little confused. After all, everything that had just happened was isolated outside this room by the good sound insulation effect, and she knew nothing about the sudden conflict outside. She tilted her head slightly, frowned slightly, and glanced back and forth at Thor on the ground, Jane with a worried face, and the guards with guns around her, trying to make sense of this chaotic scene.

At this time, other women also came out of the room one after another. They were graceful and light-footed, like models walking out of the cover of a fashion magazine. For a moment, they were like flowers blooming in the dark night, and their carefully selected Halloween costumes were particularly eye-catching.

Some people wore gorgeous witch robes, with mysterious golden runes embroidered on the black satin, and held a lifelike magic wand in their hands, with a faint green light flashing on the top, as if they could cast magic at any time. Some people dressed up as sexy catwomen, with tight black leather clothes that outlined their graceful figures to the fullest, wearing cat ear headdresses on their heads, and a playful tail swaying gently behind them, exuding charming charm in every movement.

Others wore fairy white gauze skirts. The thin gauze skirts fluttered in the wind, as if shrouded in a hazy fairy air. The sparkling crystal ornaments adorned their bodies sparkled brightly under the light, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Their appearance eased the originally tense atmosphere a little, as if adding a different kind of color and vitality to the tense scene.

"Then let's go!" Fisk waved his hand, signaling the gunmen to let Thor go, and then made an inviting gesture to Jane behind and beside him.

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When the melodious, ethereal and penetrating singing voice sounded slowly like heavenly music, Fisk was stunned for a moment, his eyes wide open with shock and amazement, once again deeply shocked by Stark Industries' pinnacle and era-leading virtual projection technology.

Under the deep black night, Mexico City seemed to be under a spell and completely changed. It was no longer the familiar city, but a magnificent, beautiful, fantasy and mysterious Halloween concert stage. The city's high-rise buildings were decorated with all kinds of strange, gorgeous, strange and charming light and shadow effects under the reflection of virtual projection. Some were like huge ghosts wandering on the walls, some were like countless bats circling and dancing in the night sky, and some were like giant pumpkin lanterns with bared fangs and claws striding on the streets.

The glow of neon lights and virtual projections interweave and reflect each other, dyeing the night sky of the entire city into a colorful, dreamy and splendid painting, as if a grand and carnival party is being passionately staged here, making everyone who witnesses it all immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.