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

It was at this time that Britton realized that Monica was also a powerful vampire.

This made Britton feel a little better.

Anyway, you're just a lackey for the vampires.

No one should be trusted.

However, he would not be thrown out as cannon fodder so easily by Monica.

Besides, the old godfather could die at any time.

Monica had only just gained the right to rule.

What if the old godfather dies in these few days, does it mean that Monica will also be deprived of her status?

Will the situation that has just been established be reshuffled in a very short time?

Britton felt that it was still necessary to preserve strength.

Hell's Kitchen is now just an empty shell and it is easy to occupy it, but if he really attacks the Irish stronghold, his men will definitely be wiped out.

By that time, you will have no more cards left in your hand.

The consequences are truly unimaginable.

"Mr. Britton, what are you still hesitating about?

Do you want me to call Monica?"

Fisk smiled at the Italian in front of him.

This guy was a fence-sitter, and Monica was planning to kill him along with Norma's cronies.

But this guy was weak at the knees and surrendered immediately.

Monica took into account Norma's subordinates and the huge organizational structure of the Italian Mafia, which was designed and built by Britton.

So Monica spared the guy's life.

I plan to wait until he evolves into a pure blood, and then transform Britton into a second-generation vampire, so that I don't have to worry about him rebelling.

Britton listened to Fisk's words, his face became a little gloomy and a little embarrassed, but he still forced out an ugly smile: "Mr. Fisk, in order to occupy the entire regional kitchen, the Italian Mafia has already sent out all its elite forces, and it really has no ability to attack the Irish strongholds throughout New York... At least, it can't be done today!

However, I have also drawn personnel from other states…”

This old guy resorted to the tactic of procrastination.

Maybe they want to wait for further fermentation within the European Italian Mafia.

After all, Norma had only been dead for a few hours.

Nothing is really settled yet.

It is normal for this kind of thing to happen.

But Fisk didn't have time to listen to this old guy's monologue.

He glanced down at Britton.

Fisk suddenly reached out and grabbed Britton from the ground.

He grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air.

The enormous force left Britton no room to resist and he was lifted up directly.

Britton's whole body was shaking constantly. He pulled Fisk's thumb with his hand, waved his fist, and kept hitting Fisk's palm, but Fisk's palm was like an iron clamp, indestructible. His arm, like steel, was clanged by the fists, but Fisk did not move at all, like a mountain, pressing on the heart of every Italian.

The Italians around him became nervous when they saw Britton being strangled.

They all drew their weapons from their waists.

Ena Maynard drew her own weapon as well.

However, she only had two pistols.

Facing the Italians' guns and cannons coming from all directions, Ena Maynard couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

However, she was not ready to surrender.

Instead, he quietly opened the car door, fixed it at a 45-degree angle, and hid most of his body behind the door to protect himself.

Make sure you can hide back in the car as soon as the battle breaks out.

Fisk looked around.

There was a ferocious smile on his lips.

"What? You want to shoot me?" Fisk held Britton in front of him and stared at him with eyes as cold as ice. "Or do you want to die?"

Britton's neck was strangled and he couldn't breathe normally. The skin on his neck and face turned purple and red due to lack of oxygen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His consciousness gradually became blurred.

No Italian dared to fire the first shot.

Even though Britton was about to be strangled to death by Fisk.

But they still didn't dare to shoot.

Just because what happened in the castle not long ago is still vivid in my mind.

Although many people did not see the first scene, Fisk's hellish killing scene and the mutilated bodies carried out of the castle were still spread by word of mouth by gossipers and reached the ears of every Italian.

He is not afraid of bullets.

Infinitely powerful.

Moreover, he killed people without mercy and was ruthless...

Rumors born out of fear and panic evolve and spread the fastest.

In a very short period of time, there was even an outrageous version of the story within the Mafia where Fisk ate human gallbladders and brains alive.

It was at this time.

Windows opened on surrounding buildings.

Lots of bloodthirsty Marias in nun robes.

He opened the window and pointed his gun at the Italians below.

Sister Maria also appears behind a window.

She was still wearing that smart black suit.

What they held in their hands were not crosses and Bibles, but large-caliber howitzers. The caliber was so large that even a baby's fist could fit in it. The direction they were aimed at was where the Italians were standing most densely.

Britton's consciousness became increasingly blurred.

However, he retracted his fist and patted Fisk on the shoulder.

Fisk threw him to the ground.

The mafia members all breathed a sigh of relief.

Several people came forward and helped Britton up.

"Mr. Britton!

Do you want me to call Monica?"

Britton kept coughing.

After hearing what Fisk said, he immediately shook his head.

"Need not!"

"How long will it take to eliminate all the Irish strongholds?"

"At least...a week."

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

Chapter 47 Sister Maria's Specialty! (Please vote and read on.)

"Boss, Sister Maria asked you to wait for him here for a while. She will be here soon."

Fazi walked in from outside while drinking Coke. When he saw Fisk changing the gauze on his head, he was shocked: "Boss, how are you injured so badly?"

Fisk rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"This was done by an idiot, don't just stand there, come and help me!"

The time to change the gauze.

The door was opened.

First, a foot wrapped in black high heels stepped on the soft wool carpet in the room.

Then, an elegant figure walked in from outside.

It was none other than Sister Maria.

Sister Maria has changed into nun's uniform.

Her golden hair was casually tied behind her back, with a few strands of hair scattered on her forehead. She was not wearing any makeup, but her facial features were delicate and elegant.

Radiating holiness and light.

Against the backdrop of her hair, her eyes looked like peach blossoms, with a slight smile on her brows, but Fisk could see the fatigue hidden deep in Sister Maria's pupils.

This evening has been really busy!

Sister Maria did not have AIDS.

Monica told him the news.

When he received the news, Fisk did not feel cheated. Instead, he felt a faint sense of relief and joy. He did not understand why he had such emotions.

I saw that Fazi had wrapped Fisk's head almost like a mummy.

Sister Maria put down the tray in her hands.

With his brows slightly furrowed, he reached out and took the gauze from Fazi's hand, "Okay, Fazi, go and have a rest. I'll take care of this."

"Okay, Sister Maria!" Fazi handed the gauze in his hand to Sister Maria, said hello to Fisk, took the Coke on the table, turned around and left the room.