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

"Can you read lips?"

"A little, but they speak Italian."

"Translate what they are saying."

Lester rolled his eyes and said, "Boss, I want a raise.

I am a killer, not a translator!"

"Increase, increase, increase. I'll give you a ten dollar increase."

Lester rolled his eyes again.

Well, ten dollars is also dollars.

Who made him owe money?

He could only translate as he read.

"Caught!"

"Where's the money?"

"We only caught people trying to sneak away."

"Take the person back and we'll continue looking for money!"

"It would be a miracle if they could find it."

As they spoke, several Italians took Benjamin and walked towards a car not far away.

Benjamin continued to struggle and seemed to be cursing something.

You know what, this guy acted pretty convincingly.

Fisk put down the telescope and said, "Let's go, follow me!"

Norma Sheraldo Rudolph.

The Italian leader in New York.

It can be said that in this post-gangster era.

A leading figure among Italians.

He is the old godfather's nephew.

But some people say that he is the old man's illegitimate son.

However, no matter what his identity is.

Norma succeeded in helping Italians settle down in New York.

And, take a seat.

But this guy Norma is elusive.

Things are done very secretly.

And never show up in public.

Even his closest subordinates didn't know where he was!

The Irish now had trouble with the Italians.

The reason why the Italians were able to remain restrained and not start a war immediately was because Norma was the one who maintained order.

Otherwise, the radical elements among the Italians would have started the war long ago.

Fisk has a mission to accomplish.

He couldn't do it by his own strength, so he had to borrow the help of others to drive the Irish away.

Compared to the disciplined Russians, who are full of retired KGB agents, the Italian Mafia is clearly a better helper.

Besides, Fisk's current ambition is not just to drive away the Irish.

The phone at my waist suddenly rang.

It was Sister Maria.

"Miss."

"Norma is calling!" There was a rustling sound from Sister Maria, and it sounded like she was looking for something, "Do you want to come with us?"

Fisk was stunned and replied quickly: "I'll be there in a minute, ma'am!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the intersection of Block 34!"

After hanging up the phone, Fisk shrugged and said, "Looks like we have to split up."

"Roger that, boss!"

"Don't be so sad, can't I give you a ten dollar increase?

Look how generous I am!"

Hurrying back to Hell's Kitchen.

Before I walked in, I saw a luxury Mercedes-Benz sedan parked on the side of the road.

Sister Maria drove the car herself.

She also took off the nun's uniform she had been wearing and put on a black suit. She wore black high-heeled shoes with red soles. The sharp heels were like sharp spears as she stepped on the accelerator.

"Sister Maria, it's best not to wear high heels while driving, it's very dangerous.

The heels are too high, and the soles of the feet cannot rub against the brake pedal well.

This can cause the sole of the shoe to slide off the brake pedal.

It’s very dangerous.”

"Oh!" She hummed softly, then reached out and opened the button of the trunk. "There are my spare shoes in the trunk. Can you help me get them?"

Fisk didn't hesitate too much.

He got out of the car and opened the trunk.

There wasn't much in the trunk.

Except for the pistol tied in a plastic bag next to the trunk door.

All that was left was some spare clothes for replacement.

There's nothing particularly outstanding.

Fisk was suddenly stunned.

He gently reached out and opened a transparent plastic box.

Inside, unopened stockings were neatly stacked.

Long tube, suspender tube, mid-tube tube, with anti-slip pads, without anti-slip pads, with waist, without waist, black, white, brown, flesh-colored... all kinds of options are available.

It's like a feast for the gluttons.

Fisk couldn't help but swallow several times.

"Inside the white box, there's a pair of black flat shoes."

Sister Maria's voice came from right in front.

This interrupted Fisk's thoughts and woke him up suddenly.

I quickly put down the plastic box in my hand and found the pair of flat shoes.

He came to the driver's seat holding the box.

Sister Maria opened the car door and was about to get out to change her shoes.

However, because she used too much force and the seat belt was not unfastened, it got stuck. She could only turn her body with great effort and then unfasten the seat belt.

The thick black seat belt passed above the lower abdomen. Even wearing a suit that fits the body tightly, there is no way to completely cover the rising and falling mountains.

But I don’t know if the configuration of this luxury car is just too good.

When the seat belt is locked.

She tried hard to turn her body, but still couldn't unfasten her seat belt.

"Sister Maria." Fisk said quickly, "How about I help you?"

"Ok?"

Sister Maria hesitated.

However, after seeing Fisker had already taken the shoes out of the box.

So he didn't refuse anymore, but said, "Okay, thank you for your help."

Fisk squatted down and placed the flat shoes in the box on the ground.

He slowly reached out and grabbed Sister Maria's ankle.

The touch is very silky, and there is no feeling of touching bones. Instead, there is a soft and fleshy feeling. This feeling is very strange. Although it feels soft, it does not feel bloated and it is not fat.

It might be because she exercises regularly, so even through a layer of clothes, the tightness of her skin can be clearly felt.

In order to be able to take off the shoes better.

Fisk held his calf with his other hand, and he could feel the tightness on his calf. It was firm without any excess fat, but it was exceptionally soft. These two feelings were actually closely connected together, and the touch felt unusually good, making Fisk feel refreshed.

Fisk didn't know why.

My mind suddenly became hot.

I felt a little strange in my heart.

To be honest, from a normal person's aesthetic point of view, Sister Maria is extremely beautiful, and her appearance is no less than those supermodels who have won beauty pageant titles.

It's a pity that such a beautiful face doesn't have the slightest sense of charm. It may be related to her temperament. Although she usually seems to be smiling, that cold feeling makes people feel alienated for no reason!

Fisk slowly took off his shoes and raised his head casually. Sister Maria's long golden hair was tied into a long ponytail with a hairband, and the hair on both sides of her cheeks was also tucked behind her ears.

At this moment, her face was slightly tilted, with her delicate earlobe slightly exposed.

A hint of pink could be seen on her earlobes, and a few strands of hair dotted her face. Just looking at her profile, Fisk felt that she was extremely beautiful. Even though she was wearing a suit that looked very serious, her beautiful face could not be ignored. But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Fisk felt that there was an unnatural blush on her face.