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

And more importantly, Fisk actually had the illusion that he was almost dead.

The strength of the person who fired the gun is self-evident.

Looking into the distance.

Not seeing the gunman, Ophelia took the opportunity to break free from the treetops and jump to the ground.

There were conspicuous abrasions on her body, face and exposed skin. Dark green blood flowed out from these wounds, and the rich sweet smell once again floated in the air.

Ophelia reached out and licked the blood from the corner of her mouth.

He waved behind him.

Another bullet appeared out of nowhere at Fisk's side, grazed his waist and left a wound of neither deep nor shallow.

This time, Fisk was fully focused, but still did not catch any trace of the bullet flying.

Fisk grinned and put down the green tree in his hand.

"Mr. Fisk, can we talk now?" Ophelia put away the smile on her face. She didn't expect that she was so close to failure here.

If I hadn't kept a backup plan...I might not have been able to escape today.

Fisk was silent for a moment.

He let go of the green tree in his hand and walked towards the SUV in the distance.

Ophelia was a little dazed, but she heard Fisk's voice coming from a distance.

"how?

In broad daylight, in the open air, are you going to talk on the street?"

Ophelia pursed her lips and followed.

During the time they were fighting, according to the normal travel speed of the New York police, they should have been surrounded long ago, and even helicopters should have been dispatched.

But in reality, Fisk hadn’t heard any alarm bells until now.

It's like all the police forces in New York are on maternity leave.

"Originally, I was planning to take you away.

Transform you into a cute little kitty, but it's a pity.

It looks like you are not a cat, but a ferocious tiger.

I don't think there is much hope of taming you.

So, I am ready to cooperate with you now.”

Ophelia regained some of her pride. Her recovery ability was extremely strong, and all the scratches on her body had recovered, leaving only the conspicuous scratches on her stockings and clothes.

The snow-white skin revealed through the holes in the clothes and stockings is extremely charming, but it is like a piece of solid ice with an extremely low temperature, making people dare not approach it easily for fear of being frozen to death.

The high heels were gently hooked by her toes and suspended in the air. As her legs kept shaking, the high heels also kept shaking.

This was supposed to be an extremely tempting scene, but when Ophelia did it, it was like a rattlesnake in the desert, which made people feel creepy.

This woman has at least eight hundred lives on her hands, if not a thousand, or maybe even more. The murderous aura around her has almost become materialized and is fixed on her body. Her every move is obviously full of charm, but it makes it difficult for Fisk to feel close to her.

The SUV slowly drove forward.

A document was placed in Fisk's hands.

It not only clearly records Fisk's life and the time of his death.

It was also noted that Fisk was protected by a fake death created by Mrs. Stacy.

"Look, does this thing look familiar?

Do you think, how do I know so much?"

"If you don't have these abilities, I won't talk to you."

Fisk threw the document in his hand back with an expressionless face.

To Fisk, most of the things on the document were extremely unfamiliar.

After all, he is not the real Kingpin.

However, he was still shocked by the other party's ability.

Even in Jin Bing's memory, there are some things that no one should know... no living person should know.

However, the actual situation seems to be otherwise.

"Ahahaha, I really like you more and more, Mr. Fisk."

Ophelia changed her posture, squinted her eyes and looked at the hideous muscles, suddenly put down her high-heeled shoes with hooked toes, and gently stepped on Fisk's hard abdominal muscles with her feet wrapped in black stockings.

Fisk's skin did not sink due to the stepping of toes. Instead, it remained as hard as iron, yet extremely warm, which made Ophelia, a woman who had eaten and seen poisonous snakes, feel very novel.

"What do you think of the city of New York?"

"It's OK. Apart from the drug dealers and high-drug addicts all over the streets, the gang members everywhere, and the random bullets shot from some dark angle at any time, this city is still pretty good."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, your opinion of this city is higher than mine."

Ophelia seemed to have found some toy. Her toes kept stepping on her abdominal muscles, as if she wanted to find a soft muscle. However, as Ophelia's feet kept moving, she still couldn't find any soft muscle.

"This city has been out of order for a long time. We once wanted to conquer this city completely, but the final result was that even after the collapse of the Soviet Union, we did not succeed in taking the city.

To this end, I spent some time taming the Mexicans, but these guys were too incompetent and completely unreliable. They were just a bunch of desert hounds with no loyalty and would bite me back if I wasn't careful.

So, I am going to change my partner.”

"Hehe, what you were thinking about just now was taming me." Fisk grabbed the paw and threw it back gently.

Ophelia smiled again: "Yes, I never gave up and wanted to tame you. It's impossible today, but it doesn't mean it won't be possible in the future.

However, at least for a long time, I don't have the time and energy to tame you."

Fisk attacked again, grabbed Ophelia's neck and pressed her onto the soft cushion.

The soldier driving in front stepped on the brakes.

Ophelia's neck was extremely soft, as if it had no bones.

Three or four small snakes scurried out from between the hairs.

They tried to climb onto the back of Fisk's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then shrank back.

Fisk moved closer to Ophelia, as if he couldn't see.

Staring closely into those green eyes.

The mist echoed in the depths of Ophelia's eyes. Even though her neck was pinched, she still did not panic at all.

Fisk's palm slowly tightened, and the strength gradually increased.

The feeling of suffocation slowly spread over Ophelia's body. The smooth and white surface of her skin gradually became rough, and diamond-shaped scales slowly grew on the surface of her skin.

Ophelia was not afraid at all, instead there was an expression of excitement in her eyes.

The long legs in stockings hooked around Fisk's waist, and the delicate stockings slowly rubbed Fisk's hard, granite-like side waist and abdominal muscles.

"No one can tame Kingpin!" Fisk sneered, "It's not just that you can't do it, but that no one can do it.

Besides, I will not be tamed by a woman."

He released his palms.

Ophelia's legs did not loosen.

Instead, he continued to hook Fisk's waist, as if he had really turned into a poisonous snake, a giant python wrapping around its prey.

At the same time, the edge of the SUV's leather seat was covered with water droplets. The water droplets continued to gather and flow downwards. A faint strange salty smell began to echo in the SUV's small compartment.

"How about you conquer me, Mr. Fisk?"

Ophelia pressed herself against Fisk's body, her long forked lips and her tongue sticking out of her mouth, sliding across Fisk's earlobe, leaving a long trail of saliva.

It would be a lie for Fisk to say he wasn't moved, but he had no intention of showing off in front of others.

What's more, this is a poisonous snake that eats people without leaving any bones.

She opened the long legs in stockings that were wrapped around her waist and reached out to open the car door.

Regardless of the fact that the SUV is still moving.

Fisk jumped straight down.

The SUV braked immediately.

When Fisk turned around.

Ophelia was already lying on the back seat, staring at Fisker outside the car door with red eyes.

Two jade bowls are turned upside down, wrapped under the lace pattern border.

Looming!

"Are you so afraid of me?"

She said this with a sense of grievance and pity, squeezing her body hard as she spoke. Fisk could even see flashes of red light.

But he remained unmoved.

"Are you forcing me to kill you?"

"Hahaha!" Ophelia suddenly laughed again.

The pitiful expression disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Green eyes flickered back and forth.

She reached out and took the satellite phone handed over by the soldier in the front row, and threw it to Fisk, "This phone allows you to mobilize such a tactical team. They will obey your orders completely, but only for ten days.

If you fail to take over Hell's Kitchen in ten days, I will kill you with my own hands, make you into a specimen, and place you in the most conspicuous place in my exhibition hall.

I have already thought of a name.

It's called--a butcher who doesn't understand romance!"

As he was talking, a soldier came over.

Handed Fisk a silver-gray box.