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

The pink ball of light chuckled, "Don't be nervous, dear, we are now grasshoppers on the same rope.

My vision is still good, dear, you are the first guy who can live that long... Yes, there are about two or three thousand before you, but they are all dead!"

"Why, will you benefit if I kill the vampire?"

“Because, that vampire shouldn’t have appeared in this world, even though there are vampires in this world.

But they are all descendants of Dracula, not descendants of some prince who made a deal with the evil god.

He, like you, is an outsider who wants to take over this world.

Therefore, if you kill him, I can not only gain corresponding benefits, but also reduce the power of my competitors. "

"Your competitor...you mean, I'm not the only time traveler?"

“My dear, you can understand it this way. This world is at the center of the multiverse, and many eyes are staring at it.

But, they don’t know the historical trajectory of this world...So, my dear, you don’t have to worry about anyone knowing your identity!

And you can use the historical trajectory you know to slaughter them as much as you want!"

When it came to this, the pink ball of light suddenly became more vocal, as if it had been injected with hormones, and its voice completely turned into that of a woman.

"Jingle Bell!"

There was the sound of bells in the distance.

It's like the bell for the end of get out of class.

The pink light stopped explaining and she yawned, “Okay, dear, I believe this meeting should have answered many of your questions.

It’s getting late, you should go back, I need to get some beauty sleep.”

"But I still have a lot of questions."

"Don't worry, we will have a chance to meet again in the future.

The premise is that my dear, you can survive... Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly, dear, as long as you can complete the task, the reward will definitely satisfy you."

The pink ball of light yawned lazily, and the sound began to become low. Fisk could hear the deep fatigue in her tone.

"My dear, that key is a small gift from me to you, but I don't know what the gift will be in the box that the key opens... Just think of it as a blind box I prepared for you!

Good luck, dear!"

Chapter 46 "I'll give you three days. If you can't do it, I'll hang you on the Statue of Liberty!"

"I haven't finished asking yet!"

In a trance, Fisker suddenly jumped up, and the huge force made the whole car shake up and down.

The next second, his head hit the roof of the car hard.

The wound on his face was torn open again, and blood flowed out along the snow-white gauze.

But fortunately it wasn't very serious and the bleeding stopped after a while.

However, this impact still caused the tempered roof of Ena Maynard to bulge out.

From a distance, it looks like a mushroom, protruding a lot.

This gave Ena Maynard a fright.

She immediately pulled over to the side of the road.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes.

She thought Fisk was going to transform into a vampire.

He immediately turned his head with a look of alert.

But, Fisk seemed fine.

And, he has already sat back in his seat.

If it weren't for the dent in the roof.

She even suspected that everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

He looked him up and down with a suspicious look.

Fisk didn't seem to be abnormal.

Except for the wound on his head, which was torn and started bleeding again.

Ena Maynard swallowed her saliva and said with an awkward expression: "Boss, are you okay?"

"It's okay... How long did I sleep?"

"About forty minutes."

"Forty minutes?"

Fisk licked his lips. He didn't eat the ant beef steak, but his mouth was filled with the rich aroma of meat. "In forty minutes, you didn't even return to Hell's Kitchen.

What's going on? Is the car broken down or is the road collapsed?"

"I just want you to sleep a little longer!"

"Then thank you!"

Fisk looked out the window at New York.

The light in the sky is getting brighter and brighter.

However, the rain still showed no sign of stopping.

For a long time, it seemed.

This rain may never stop.

New York is a city that never sleeps.

However, in this hazy drizzle, the hustle and bustle of the city finally quieted down.

The only sound was the rain hitting the car windows and the street.

The street lights shone on the wet road surface and were reflected by the water, as if adding some dim lights to the city.

In the city covered by rain curtains, the flashing of neon lights and the tapping of raindrops complement each other.

Through the rain curtain, you can see the ubiquitous outline, which looks like it is shrouded in a layer of fog, with a faint yellow light flickering, and dark gray clouds covering the night sky, erasing all the stars.

It makes people feel helpless, as if the entire city and the entire earth are wrapped in a terrible mucus bubble.

Pedestrians walked hurriedly, holding umbrellas and wrapping themselves tightly.

There are drainpipes on top of every building where water gurgles. The sounds are fragmented and clear, forming a unique symphony at this early hour.

In the reflection of the rain, the neon lights on the tall buildings and the dim signs of the roadside shops complement each other, like a dream.

On a rainy night in New York, it feels like everything is alive.

Whether it is the streets or the buildings, the vitality of life flows in the pattering rain.

Eventually, this vitality faded away amid the roar of cars, as if it was slowly disappearing in the corners of the city as time went by.

"I'm a chess piece?"

Fisk's mouth was full of sneers.

"It's still unclear who the chess piece is!"

Back to Hell's Kitchen.

Fisk had wanted to rest.

However, they discovered that members of the Italian Mafia had already driven into Hell's Kitchen, and the densely packed high-end cars were almost filling up the entire Hell's Kitchen.

Before, it was because of the National Coast Guard.

The Russians, Mexicans, and a few Irish who left Hell's Kitchen have not returned yet.

There are only very few gang members left in each gang stronghold.

Faced with the sudden attack of the Italian Mafia, those scattered remaining gangsters were thrown out of Hell's Kitchen by the Italian Mafia without exception.

At this moment, there were no more gang members from other gangs in the entire Hell's Kitchen.

The Italians were led by a middle-aged man.

Not an outsider either.

It was Britton who confronted Chief George at the bank door.

He looked at Fisk with a complicated expression.

This guy was just an unknown gangster not long ago.

But at this moment, in a sense, he has become the emperor of the Italian Mafia in New York...

The Mafia was nominally a gang, but only high-ranking officials like him knew that the Italian Mafia were nothing more than servants of vampires.

Norma is dead!

This caused an uproar within the entire Italian Mafia.

But the New York Mafia, at the starting point, was exceptionally calm.

Just because of Monica, who had always been a little unknown.

When the group was leaderless, he took direct and forceful action to suppress the opposition within the New York Italian Mafia, and gained the recognition and support of the old godfather far away in Europe.

Britton doesn't know what Monica said on the phone with the old godfather?

He only knew that after only fifteen minutes of phone call, the command of the Italian Mafia in the entire New York had fallen into Monica's hands!

Monica became the new godfather of Italians in New York.

And the first order Monica gave was for all Italians to obey Fisk's orders...to attack Hell's Kitchen and all the Irish strongholds?

Britton was not convinced in his heart.

But he didn't dare to speak or express any opinions.

Otherwise, he would be like those Norma's cronies who could not see the reality clearly and were sucked dry of blood and turned into a mummy.