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

"It doesn't hurt anymore...Monica, you are Norma's wife, right?"

"Yes, but from today on, she may not be his only wife." Monica's tone was a little deep, "This guy is going to establish his own blood family in New York. And a blood clan leader can have many vampire brides.

Because only in this way can we ensure that the number of pure-blooded vampires in the family is the majority, thereby suppressing those second- and third-generation vampires... Now can you tell me what you are doing here?"

"I'm here to kill Norma!"

"Are you Fisk? The guy called Kingpin."

Fisk was stunned for a moment, and lowered his head to look at Monica, "So you know me, I thought you didn't know me at all."

Monica shook her head and said with a playful smile: "I don't know you, but I have heard your name from the guy named Benjamin."

Fisk frowned immediately.

“You set us up against the Irish and the Russians.

Your plan is indeed very sophisticated. Norma was ready to go to war with the Irish, but what she didn't expect was that you actually sent Benjamin back.

This is simply unnecessary and superfluous... Vlad was a brave warrior in the Middle Ages. No one knows his exact date of birth, not even us, his descendants.

But when the foreign power of the Ottoman Empire threatened his country and family, he was forced to seek help from the forces of darkness. He prayed for the help of the evil god and became a vampire.

This is why we vampires exist. He appeared even earlier than Dracula, and he knows all kinds of magic and strange abilities that only blood clans can use.

As a pure-blood vampire, that is, a pure-blooded vampire born of a vampire and a vampire bride, Norma can also use some abilities and magic.

The moment you sent Benjamin here, he had already used the abilities of the vampires to know all the secrets hidden in his mind..."

Just like spilling the beans from a bamboo tube, Monica told everything she knew, "However, the 30 million US dollars is very important, and your plan just made him determined... He plans to create his own family, and transform all the small gang leaders under his command into his descendants, into second-generation vampires!"

"what?"

"boom!"

Fisk was startled by Monica's words and the sudden gunshot.

The castle is very soundproof.

But that doesn't mean Fisk couldn't hear the gunshots.

Without his order, Lester would not have opened fire in such a high-profile manner.

He is a sinister fox who will not easily reveal his tail.

One or two gunshots may represent a shooting to establish authority.

However, the rapid and intensive gunfire and the words that Monica just said made Fisk understand one thing...that is, the negotiations below...collapsed!

And Sister Maria is also in danger.

Fisk is a man who values ​​his word. Whether in his previous life or this life, he hates breaking his promise to others...so he wants to save Sister Maria.

In addition, in the matter of driving out the Irish, the Italians had to follow their own plan and fall into a situation of disarray.

Otherwise, driving the Irish away would be just empty talk, and when the time comes, I will die without a burial place.

Chapter 41 The new ally is a female vampire?

"Boom!"

Monica trembled again.

She couldn't help but let out a scream.

However, when she saw Fisk wanting to leave, she asked with some reluctance.

"Ah... where are you going?"

"Murder!" Fisk let go of Monica in his arms, placed her steadily by the pool, picked up the clothes he had taken off, and wrapped them around himself with great effort.

Monica burst out laughing after hearing this.

She lazily lay on the steps by the pool, supporting her head with her hands, and lying on her side with her curvy, gourd-like body facing Fisk.

Her amazing recovery ability was once again demonstrated vividly.

Especially after absorbing a large amount of Fisk's blood, Monica's body evolved and gained more perception of her own body. Even the coldness of vampires and the lack of much desire in their emotions were filled.

She is not an open woman.

However, even the kitten will never forget the delicious fish after stealing it, and will pounce on it without hesitation and feast on it whenever there is a chance.

What's more, she is a vampire who has already trampled on morality and the rule of law.

Before, it was because she only had Norma and could only rely on Norma.

But now, she has been completely intoxicated by Fisk's hard steel chest, and more importantly, Monica discovered that Fisk's blood can make her stronger.

If she hadn't been weak before, how could she have agreed to let Norma marry more vampire brides?

Norma is a pure-blooded vampire, but his blood cannot make Monica evolve, but Fisk can do it... This makes Monica have to think about her future.

"You're no match for him!" Monica seemed to have made some kind of decision, and struggled to walk down the steps by the pool, her palm sliding across Fisk's suit shirt, which had become wet and wrinkled due to the fight and soaking in the pool water.

The water disappeared where his palm passed, the wrinkled clothes were smoothed out, and Monica's body was unconsciously pressed against Fisk's again, "Norma is a pure-blooded vampire, he is much more powerful than me.

I am just a little lamb in front of him, without any power to resist. He can kill me with one hand. I think you should understand the gap between him and me..."

Monica helped Fisk put on his suit while her fingers slowly moved across it. Without leaving any marks, Fisk still felt an electric shock-like sensation on his skin.

Morica's feet, still wet with water, rubbed against the side of Fisk's calf unconsciously. Her pretty face, with a faint blush, was full of temptation. Her long legs still had the pale color unique to vampires, as if she were wearing a layer of white stockings.

Fisk swallowed and quickly retracted his gaze, fearing that if he looked at it a few more times, he would lose control again.

He quickly changed the subject, and said with a slightly disdainful tone, "Unless he is made of steel, I will tear him in half. I don't believe he can survive this."

Monica covered her mouth and smiled softly. Her burgundy hair kept sliding on both sides of her head. There was a faint golden glint at the ends of her hair, which made her fair skin look even more soft.

It was at this time that Fisk discovered it.

It turned out that the long flowing red hair on the woman's head was dyed. This made Fisk a little disappointed, after all, he quite liked the long red hair.

“Even if you tear him to pieces, he won’t die….

Do you know the ten plagues of Egypt?

"The Ten Plagues?"

"Yes! The kind shown in the Mummy movies."

Fisk rolled his eyes. "I thought you were talking about the real-life Ten Plagues of Egypt."

"almost.

I had been married to Norma for so many years, and I had not seen all of his abilities, but I knew it would be difficult to kill him.

His speed is very fast, even faster than the speed at which sunlight spreads across the earth. He races with the sunlight every day and he likes the feeling of racing between life and death.

Apart from sunlight, even if ordinary means can pierce his heart, he can transform into countless tiny blood bats in an instant, and then reassemble a few meters away... Even if you have a chance to sneak attack successfully once, you won't have this chance a second time."

While talking, Monica had already helped Fisk put on his clothes. Her palms were like irons, and wherever her palms touched, no matter how wrinkled the clothes were, they would become extremely smooth in an instant.

Fisk looked at the woman and said, "Will you help me kill him?"

"Hey, I'm his wife, what do you think?"

Monica's attitude was ambiguous and she didn't directly refuse, which made Fisk's eyes light up.

He hugged her slender waist and pressed her body tightly against his own, "Do we still need to be so distant with each other?

If you have any requests, just ask them."

Monica chuckled and broke away from Fisk's arms, took out clothes from the closet beside her and put them on herself.

The loose white pajamas vaguely covered the two inverted jade bowls. The plump thighs were also hidden under the light white nightgown, slightly close together.

However, the movement may be a bit too large.

Extremely eye-catching.

Monica was like the little girl eating a lollipop at the entrance of the village. She saw the lollipop fall to the ground, hesitated for a while, and finally bent down to pick up the lollipop from the ground and put it into her mouth.

Because her waist was too narrow, Fisk was afraid that she would break her waist when she bent over.

However, overall her figure was indeed the best Fisk had ever seen. Her slender waist seemed to be able to seduce a person's soul with just a slight twist, and coupled with her extremely charming face, she was really too alluring.

Fisk reached out and wiped the corner of her mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

"I have no sense of taste, except blood, I can't taste anything.

Purebloods can regain some of their sense of taste, although not much, but they can still taste salty, sweet, sour, spicy, and bitter. They can also drink alcohol and beverages... but only purebloods can have that, and I am not worthy of it.

However, I think one day in the future, I will regain my sense of taste and all the senses I have lost... Of course, that requires your help."

"You want me to feed you with my blood?"

"Why, you don't want to?" Monica's expression was half-smile, "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer in vain.

When Norma dies, I will take over all the businesses of the entire Italian mafia in New York, and then I will be yours!" Monica said as she leaned forward again, pressed close to Fisk, and drew circles on his suit with her fingers.

Although they had only known each other for a short time, Fisk could feel that this woman was indeed capable of taking over the Italian Mafia's industry.

But Fisk is not so easy to fool.

He grew up eating bread and was tired of it a long time ago.

Faced with the pie that Monica had painted, Fisk couldn't eat a single bite.

He stretched out his arms and hugged her, but did not immediately express that he did not trust her. Instead, he slowly said, "One thing is one thing, anyway, I have a lot of blood and strong recovery ability, so I don't lack this little blood.

However, there are some things that even brothers have to settle accounts with... I don't want you to do anything, and I don't want to covet the Italians' business. I find those drug trafficking, organ smuggling and other things dirty."

Fisk gently stroked the other's wine-red hair and said seriously and solemnly: "After killing Norma, I don't need the Italians to obey my command. I just need you to help me drive the Irish away."

Monica squinted her eyes like a kitten, feeling the hands stroking her hair.

She was very tall, and even without wearing high heels, her height was definitely over 1.80 meters. But in front of Fisk, she could only look up at Fisk's face, like a large action doll.

"You decide!"

Monica took Fisk to a cabinet nearby.

Opened the cabinet.