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

Loosen the zipper completely.

The sexy and white collarbone was completely exposed to the air.

Under the casual outfit is a white open-collar shirt.

The collar is open so wide that almost everything is visible.

Looking back, I finally saw everything that had been blocked by the body.

The casual sports pants were tightly wrapped, forming a striking arc. She was wearing flat high heels, which were faintly visible from the ankles. The color showed that they should be short stockings.

Brown.

Exudes a conservative atmosphere.

“What do you mean?” Benjamin’s heart sank.

As soon as Fisk came in, he asked him how many people he had killed.

Is there any grudge between them?

Fisk didn't answer him, but slowly leaned close to the woman's ear: "What's your name?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, then uttered a few words softly: "Yasso Mina!"

He is indeed of mixed Indian descent.

Benjamin didn't hear Fisk's voice for a long time.

I felt more and more fear in my heart.

"Answer my question, Mr. Benjamin."

"I do not know."

Fisk suddenly raised his foot and stepped on his leg.

He looked fierce, but he didn't use much strength because he still needed Mr. Benjamin to do something.

However, it also caused Mr. Benjamin to howl miserably.

But in the eyes of Yasuo Mina, it is completely different.

There was fear in her eyes.

I just wanted to beg for mercy again.

The fingers appeared on her lips again, and at the same time, the other hand directly grabbed her waist, lifted her up in the air and held her in his arms.

Feeling the plump softness pressing against his arm, Fisk slowly raised his arm, moving Yaso Mina farther and farther away from the ground, until he stopped when they were almost face to face.

He could even clearly smell the mature body fragrance emanating from her skin and clearly appreciate her delicate face.

Yasuo Mina's eyes were full of pleading. She looked at Fisk pitifully, like a pool of spring water. Just like a little rabbit, she didn't dare to move and could only sit pitifully on Fisk's arms.

"Answer my question, Mr. Benjamin.

Otherwise, your thigh will be completely broken next time."

"About... more than 700 people."

Benjamin was sweating profusely from the pain. The sweat beads on his head were as big as soybeans, flowing downwards drop by drop. He looked extremely miserable.

But the words that came out of his mouth showed that he completely deserved it at this moment.

More than seven hundred lives, he actually killed more than seven hundred people.

Moreover, he actually remembered the number of people he had killed, which meant that he did not feel any remorse and was completely immersed in killing at certain moments.

No wonder he is called the Black-Hearted Prince.

"You still say you don't know, Mr. Benjamin, but you remember it very clearly!"

Fisk's voice gradually turned cold.

There was murderous intent in his eyes.

Benjamin couldn't see it.

But Yasuo Mina saw it clearly.

The pleading look in her eyes became even more noticeable.

Fisk saw that his goal had been achieved.

The murderous intent in his eyes subsided a little.

He is not a saint, why would he care how many people others kill?

Besides, it seems that he has killed no fewer people than this.

The reason for showing such an expression is just to show it to the woman in his arms.

Making others afraid is really a very happy thing.

"please!"

"Shh!"

Yasuo Mina was about to beg Fisk in a low voice to let them go.

Fisk blocked her mouth with his fingers.

His fingertips scraped across her two rows of tightly packed white teeth.

Yasuo Mina froze immediately.

It was not until a long time later that Yasuo Mina finally came to her senses and realized what had happened. She began to struggle hard.

The head immediately hid backwards.

But she was no match for Fisk.

It can only make a humming sound.

The sound was like it was raining rain on Fisk begging for mercy.

Benjamin listened carefully.

He thought Yasuo Mina was begging for mercy.

But I didn't know that this was not the case at all.

“What on earth do you want to do?

If you want revenge, kill me and let my wife go. This matter has nothing to do with her. She has never been involved in my business and doesn’t know what I do every day. "

"Ha! It seems that you really love your wife." Fisk withdrew his fingers and hugged Yasuo Mina more tightly into his arms. "It's okay for me to let her go, but you have to do me a favor, Mr. Benjamin.

You will die after doing this favor, but I can guarantee that your wife will live safely.

If I was in a good mood, I could even give her a nice payout... severance pay."

Yasuo Mina's eyes widened and she struggled even harder.

But she didn't dare make a sound, for fear that Fisk would kill Benjamin right now.

Fisk slowly lowered his head, his lips close to the delicate skin at the corner of her eyes, his hot breath constantly hitting Yaso Mina's trembling eyelashes, his nose tip pressed against her cheek skin, and as he inhaled, waves of unique feminine mature beauty continuously rushed into Fisk's brain.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to make the fire of gang war bigger.

I want you to lead a team to rob an Italian bank.

I want you to kill the Italians in New York.

After that, you will die at the hands of the Italians.

Then I will send your wife away from New York.

After that, I won’t ask where she goes.”

"Why should I trust you to keep your promise?"

"You have no choice, Mr. Benjamin.

Or do you want me to kill her right in front of you?"

As he spoke, Fisk slowly lowered his head and kissed the red lips that were gradually turning bloodless.

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"Recently, the vicious incidents that occurred in New York were caused by gang members, gangs entrenched in New York, fighting in order to seize business and territory..."

Director George's voice came from the TV not far away.

If it is said that Chief George Stacy on TV looks much older.

No longer has the previous vigor and vitality.

Then, in reality, Chief George not only looked older, but also had thick dark circles under his eyes. It was as if he had been hit hard twice, his golden hair looked withered, and he had lost all his energy.

Like a dying corpse.

"Check fraud, gang gunfights in the street in broad daylight, bank robberies, 16 first-degree murders, 35 second-degree murders... What's going on in New York?

Is this still the financial center of the world?"

The mayor's lackey, a councillor, rushed into the office.

In New York City, the mayor has great power, but the city council, which is at the same level as the mayor, has equally great power and can even strangle the mayor by the neck and not approve any funding for him.

However, this city council has completely become the mayor's lackey.

They have long been in a state of collusion.

However, this is normal.

After all, the purpose of coming to New York to be an official is to make money!

George looked up at him and said nothing.

Instead, he lowered his head and continued writing the resignation letter in his hand.

Seeing that he was being ignored, the congressman became so angry that his face turned red.

But then the mayor walked in.