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

Go straight up the stairs.

After walking for about half a minute, he reached the top of the tower. The tower and the castle were integrated, but the place where they were connected was a rooftop with a wide view.

It is still somewhat difficult to enter the main building of the castle through the rooftop.

After all, the rooftop was full of Italians taking a break.

Just as Fisk made a plan in his mind, the sound of the crossbow arrow breaking through the wind was heard again.

Leicester's accurate throwing ability was fully demonstrated at this moment. Even though those Italians kept moving and were moving targets that were difficult for bullets to capture, the crossbow arrows still entered the eyes of every Italian after passing through the air as expected.

Blood spurted out from the wound.

Fortunately, this is the roof of the castle.

It is several dozen meters high and there are no high-rise buildings around it.

The strong smell of blood was easily blown away by the wind from the top of the castle.

Even Fisk, who was standing in front of him, could only smell a faint smell of blood, which was better than nothing.

The body fell slowly.

The Italians in the distance had just noticed something when another crossbow arrow was shot over.

Accompanied by the sound of a crossbow arrow breaking through the air.

The Italians fell one after another like rice.

Fisk walked inside, stepping on the blood.

The clouds were light and the breeze was gentle, as if we were out for a picnic.

When he passed by a corpse, he did not forget to stop and search.

These Italians did not carry radios or even personal mobile phones. Apart from their suits and leather shoes, the only thing closely related to modern technology on them was probably the mechanical watches on their hands.

I don't know how they communicate with each other.

Could it be by yelling?

They all carried weapons.

There are guns and daggers.

There were also a few guys with two or three grenades tied around their waists.

But Fisk didn't even look at it.

The entrance to the platform and the main building of the castle is also a wooden door.

It was also a locked wooden door.

Lester was about to shoot an arrow to open the door.

Fisk suddenly raised his hand, took a bunch of keys from the waist of the corpse on the ground beside the door, and opened the wooden door in front of him.

The space behind the door immediately became much brighter.

The black candlesticks were burning with dazzling flames, firmly embedded in the walls on both sides.

Various oil paintings are hung between the candlesticks, some are landscapes and some are portraits.

Some of them have a long history.

Some of them look like last week’s goods that were just put up not long ago.

There were no guards on this corridor.

There aren't any cameras either.

The entire corridor was lit by densely packed candles.

Fisk stepped forward, muttering as he went.

“This Italian Mafia, Mr. Norma.

It seems like he is very afraid of electronic products appearing in his castle.

Could it be that he is also allergic to electromagnetic signals? "

Under the candlelight and the oil paintings.

This castle seems to have really become the Bavarian Castle where Count Dracula lived.

The red carpet on the ground is so expensive that you can tell it is extremely expensive just by stepping on it, as if you are stepping on soft marshmallows.

Walk forward along the corridor.

There are three doors at the end of the corridor.

The one in the middle should go to the next level.

The left and right sides represent the doors of the two houses on the left and right.

The doors on both sides were locked.

Try the key you picked up from the corpse.

Can't open the door.

In desperation, Fisk could only open the door manually.

"Men on the left and women on the right."

Place your left hand on the keyhole on the door.

A heavy smash with the right hand.

The force penetrated the palm and broke the lock core, while also pushing the door open. Most of the force and sound were absorbed by the left hand, so no sound was made.

He opened the door on the left.

Behind the door is an office.

The space is quite large.

The European architectural style is antique and also uses candlelight for lighting, but what is burning is not white wax sticks, but something like liquid fuel, which is poured into a cylindrical transparent glass container with a cotton swab inside. It burns slowly while emitting light and heat.

But other than that, there didn't seem to be anything outstanding in the room.

The bookshelf is full of books, and in front of it is a boss's desk with messy documents piled on it.

Fisk took a few glances and saw some reports about the operation of the ferry company.

In addition, Fisk saw a human-shaped sweat mark on several documents.

It looked like a woman lying on the table, with a very slender waist, like a water snake.

Tsk-tsk.

His fingers slowly moved over the sweat stains.

It has dried completely. The sweat stains should have been there for at least one or two hours.

After making sure there is nothing of interest here.

Fisk is ready to leave.

But suddenly, he stopped again, his ears twitching.

What did he hear?

Is that... the sound of running water?

He turned his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Not this room.

It's the house next door.

Press your ear against the wooden door.

Sure enough, there was the sound of running water next door.

The sound is like a waterfall or fountain, loud and eye-catching.

He hesitated.

Fisk didn't push the door open, but prepared to go downstairs.

Sister Maria and the others should be in the meeting hall of this castle.

After all, there are still many small gangs controlled by Italians in the New York area.

There are so many gang leaders that if we don’t have a bigger conference room, they may not be able to accommodate them all.

But he was just about to go downstairs.

The door behind him suddenly opened.

A tall woman walked out.

She had burgundy hair and looked like a Russian. Her hair was curled into big waves like towering mountains, shaking as she walked.

This guy is extremely beautiful, with a fair face and smooth, round skin. He looks to be in his twenties at most, but his whole body is filled with the youthful and beautiful feeling that only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl can have.

Two carefully trimmed dark eyebrows, slender and black, and false eyelashes, complementing each other, simply added three points of charm to her. The fox eyes, which are rare in Europeans and Americans, are slightly erected, showing shrewdness. Just one look at her will tell that she must be a strong woman.

As her eyes moved, three parts shrewdness, three parts sexiness, and three parts enchantment constantly burst out from her body.

Although Mrs. Stacy is a strong woman, she can inadvertently reveal her gentleness and grace.

Then this woman exuded an aura of dominance from beginning to end, as if she was looking down from above... no, looking down on everything she saw.

Her tall nose, rosy lips as thin as willow leaves, and round chin give her a mature and pretty charm.

Her forehead and fair, slender neck were covered with sweat, her breathing was a little rapid, and the room behind her was filled with fog, with rich water vapor blowing in her face. It looked as if she had just taken a shower.

What surprised Fisk the most was that the woman was wearing a low-cut dress.

If the Himalayas are a difficult peak to climb, then the same can be said of the mountain that this woman possesses, so that the front of her dress is raised high, like a perfect circular arc.

The middle is empty, a heart-shaped gap, just like the deepest trench in the world, which may burst out at any time and anywhere.

Looking down further, Fisk saw something familiar.

Isn’t this exactly the slender waist that was just printed on the document!