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

Only a few gang leaders in Hell's Kitchen or nearby showed puzzled expressions.

Their eyes flickered across Sister Maria's face.

Fiskland's huge body.

It is simply impossible not to attract other people's attention.

And he often moves around in the area controlled by the bloodthirsty Maria.

More importantly, the battle that took place in Hell's Kitchen not long ago was witnessed by many people who did not have time to evacuate.

They are living witnesses and have long since spread the name Kingpin.

Norma didn't ask any more questions.

Instead, he looked in the direction of Sister Maria.

"Ms. Maria, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Norma, I didn't expect what I wanted to say to you!"

"So do you know this Mr. Fisk?"

"do not know!"

"Really, I can swear in the name of God." Sister Maria did not look panicked at all. Instead, she said calmly, "I never lie."

"Then why did you lie to me, you have AIDS?" Norma suddenly disappeared from Benjamin's side, and then immediately appeared next to Sister Maria.

His speed, which exceeded the limits of ordinary people, made all the gang leaders nervous again.

Norma lowered her head and gently smelled the mature scent of Sister Maria.

"Sister Maria, you are a very talented liar. I can't even compare to you.

Especially, you actually lied about your own reputation as a nun... But there are some things in this world that cannot be lied about.

For example, blood!"

"is it?

But Mr. Norma, you never seem to have said that you are a vampire!"

"You didn't ask me either, Sister Maria!" Norma admitted openly, without any intention of explaining.

As soon as he finished speaking, Italian gangsters with bulging waists squeezed in from outside the door.

They watched everything that happened in the room with calm eyes.

He ignored Benjamin, who was babbling nonsense with blood flowing from his neck, and even more so ignored the blood flowing from the corner of Norma's mouth.

Those who can enter this castle are Norma's confidants, and most of them know about his identity as a vampire.

More importantly, they are all Norma's blood slaves to some extent.

Before, due to the rules, Norma did not dare to develop offspring at will, and could only infect some people to become blood bags.

But, starting today.

As he takes down these gang leaders, these confidants will become members of his family in the future.

To be honest, Norma should thank Fisk to some extent. If it weren't for Fisk, he wouldn't have been able to make up his mind and decide to start his own business.

The $30 million was the final straw.

Originally, he hoped that the 30 million US dollars could be exchanged for the support of those branch family members.

But without these dollars, he would completely lose the capital to negotiate with the family members of those European branches?

This doesn't mean that he can't even take out 30 million US dollars, but most of the money cannot be touched.

If you move, you will die a more miserable death.

IRS, FBI, CIA... This country is more powerful than he thought, and they have been eyeing him for a long time.

And that thirty million dollars of black gold.

He had spent a lot of effort to mobilize them.

Unexpectedly, it ended up being a bargain for Fisker.

"boom!"

Gunshots suddenly rang out.

The three black men at the end of the table suddenly pushed down the Italian gang members next to them, pulled out pistols from their waists, pointed them at Norma, and shot decisively.

But others didn't have time to follow suit.

Norma had already rushed forward towards the bullet.

The nails on his hands had grown at some point and were like daggers, pointed and long.

Under the influence of his fast-moving body, he stabbed the black man's chest accurately.

At this moment, even bullets could not match his speed. In the blink of an eye, the three black men were torn to pieces by him.

Broken limbs were flying all over the sky, and blood, flesh and bones were splattered everywhere.

It was like a painting created by a demon from hell.

It makes people feel fear involuntarily.

After doing all this, Norma, who was covered in blood, shook her fingers with some disgust and wiped off the blood: "Although I have already prepared myself mentally, I still can't bite you disgusting black people."

As he spoke, he grabbed a tall and thin white gang leader next to him, hugged him tightly in his arms, and sank his sharp teeth directly into his neck.

However, this time, it was not sucking blood, but injecting the blood that had just been sucked from Benjamin's neck.

Of course, this blood no longer had anything to do with Benjamin, but instead became a new substance.

The man immediately let out a miserable howl and waved his fist, trying to hit Norma in the face.

But Norma just squeezed his shoulder lightly, as if to take away all his strength, causing him to fall to the ground limply.

At the same time, dense bloodstains spread from the wound on his neck to his entire cheek. He began to twitch constantly, and his originally light blue pupils turned red.

Many Italians around showed envy in their eyes.

Surprisingly, none of them have become vampires yet.

These gang leaders, however, became noble vampires before them.

After doing all this, he let go of the man in his hand and let him fall to the ground.

Norma wiped the sweat from his forehead with a slightly tired look. He looked at the people in the room who were like frightened birds, put on a smile, and tried to be more amiable.

But his mouth full of blood made it hard for others to associate him with the word "kind": "Everyone, don't be nervous. Although the transformation process seems a little painful, it is a necessary process.

And there won't be any danger.

Soon, we were a family!

But who is the next one?" His eyes slowly swept through the crowd until they focused on Sister Maria.

"Perhaps, Sister Maria, it would be a good idea to start with you!"

Sister Maria's originally calm face turned somewhat gloomy and pale.

She took a step back.

The movements are like a poor little sheep.

Chapter 40 comes from Monica's story.

He slowly released Monica from his arms.

He stood up from the pool.

His iron-like muscles were covered with various scratches that were almost healed.

These scratches are very dense, basically gathered on the back, chest and both sides of the shoulders. They look bloody and cruel, but in fact the wounds are not deep. They are just the most superficial wounds on the epidermis and can almost be ignored.

Look down.

In the pool, Monica's eyes were closed, and her charming, rosy, and smooth face was full of enviable charm.

Between his brows, there was an expression of satisfaction and joy that could not be concealed.

Before, because Monica was a vampire, she had foundation and makeup on her cheeks, so she looked no different from an ordinary person. But if you looked closely, you could still see that her face lacked the blood color that a human should have.

In addition to the fact that she is a vampire, another possibility is that she has not been exposed to the sun for a long time.

How could a vampire bask in the sun?

Therefore, having a pale and bloodless face is almost the destined state for every vampire.

But, look at Monica at this moment.

Her face was full of rosy glow, just like the sun that had just risen from the horizon, or like a dried sapling in the depths of the desert.

After being thirsty for a long time.

Finally, I received the nourishment from the nectar from heaven.

Before he was completely on the verge of death, he completely recovered all his vitality.

This also completely changed the tone of her skin, making her originally pale skin like white paper become rosy and shiny like that of an ordinary person.

Fisk's eyes greedily swept over Monica's snow-white neck.

The neck was covered with dense teeth marks, spreading in all directions.

It's like a great abstract painting.

Fisk muttered to himself, comparing the teeth marks with the scratches on his body.

Although the two things seem to have nothing to do with each other, if you look carefully, you can still detect the intricate connection between them.

As if Monica felt Fisk's gaze, her body trembled slightly. The movement was extremely slight, but it could not escape Fisk's eyes.

Two long legs like lotus roots were resting on the edge of the pool. The skin was delicate, without any body hair or any excess fat. They really looked like two smooth and transparent white chocolate bars.

Fisk wanted to lower his head and take two more big bites.

Monica's expensive dress was now tattered and looked like a piece of rag.