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

Page 89

However, the voice sounded particularly awkward. It was not English but a difficult language, a bit like German. The other party did not seem to expect to receive a call at this time and fell into silence, but soon.

The noisy heavy metal rock music around disappeared without a trace, and instead turned into a slightly lazy sound.

"Hey, what's up? My partner."

"You already knew that the Irishman's backer was the mayor of New York City, right?"

"more than!"

Ophelia put her toes on the table in front of her, her ten delicate toes neatly put together, her two feet crossed each other, white and tender, small and exquisite, the stockings on her toes were flesh-colored, and the front edge of the sock line tightly pressed the five toes, wrapped extremely tightly, but close to the skin.

Against the backdrop of flesh-colored stockings, Ophelia's feet looked like ice cream cones. She changed to a more comfortable posture and sank deeply into the soft leather sofa.

She didn't care at all that her miniskirt would be exposed.

The musicians on the stage in the distance stared at the music score in front of them, and the cold sweat on their foreheads showed that they were not puppets or robots, but real living people.

But they didn't dare to make any move. Even though the view under the miniskirt was refreshing and amazing, they didn't dare to look at it even for a second.

"It's not just the mayor of New York City. In fact, most of the people in the entire city council are backers of the Irish. These are the connections left over from the gang fight with the Soviets... So, I only gave you a test to occupy Hell's Kitchen.

As for your suggestion to wipe out all the Irish gangs, I have always scoffed at it."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Ophelia's tone, but she quickly changed the subject: "However, I still want to congratulate you. You actually took over the entire Hell's Kitchen so quickly, and you also took down the Italian Mafia... It seems that I really found a suitable partner!"

Fisk sneered, "I never said we were partners, and I have decided that the next time I see you, I will let you know how powerful I am, and then kill you... Do you think I know nothing about Benjamin?"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Ophelia wanted to say something, but the call was hung up.

She called back, but the number on the other end was turned off again... She stretched out her fingers and crushed the phone in her hand. She smiled and said to the band not far away: "Keep going, keep going!"

Her voice was not loud, but the musicians in the distance continued to play and sing as if they had been relieved of a heavy burden.

But not long after, the drummer suddenly stiffened and fell down, and a small red snake slowly moved by his feet.

At the same time, several other musicians also fell down one after another, holding their chests or necks, and all died of poisoning.

The colorful little snake crawled into Ophelia's sleeve. She stood up from the sofa, reached out to drink the wine on the table, and left the bar with an expressionless face under the protection of a large number of Yashida family soldiers.

Fisk doesn’t hide his voice.

Therefore, Sister Maria naturally heard the content of the conversation clearly, but she acted as if she didn't hear it and was busy assembling the boss chair in her hands.

Her hands were slender and perfect for the job.

Soon, the prototype of the boss chair was built in her hands.

Fisk dialed Lester's number again.

"Do!

No matter who it is, as long as they enter this bar, send them to heaven!"

"Roger that!"

Lester hung up the phone.

He turned his eyes to a long black suitcase in the carriage.

"RPG-7 and thermobaric warhead... Hopefully, this thing isn't too powerful!"

The phone call had just been hung up when a dull sound suddenly came from behind me.

Then, Sister Maria's muffled groan was heard.

Fisk turned around and discovered that the heavy seat of the chair was not fixed and fell directly on Sister Maria's feet.

The toes of the high heels were dented.

There is no doubt that it must have been a heavy blow.

This boss chair is specially customized because Fisk is too large and heavy, and ordinary boss chairs cannot bear his weight at all, so the chair seat is also specially customized.

Sister Maria obviously underestimated the weight of the wooden board, which caused her foot to be hit.

Fisk hurried over and picked up the heavy wooden board.

But this did not make Sister Maria's expression any more relaxed. Instead, her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat that were visible to the naked eye.

Fisk quickly helped her up.

Since the furniture in the house had not been purchased yet, there was only a boss desk that had just been installed. Fisk had no choice but to help Sister Maria sit on the table.

There was a gleam in Sister Maria's eyes, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she felt like crying, but she held it back, but she looked so pitiful.

It looks so good that you can't help but want to hold it in your arms.

Fisk hurriedly said, "Sister Maria, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

Sister Maria said this and stood up from the table, but as soon as she stood on the ground, the expression on her face became even paler.

Obviously, saying "nothing happens" is false, and saying "something happens" is true.

Fisk could only hurriedly help Sister Maria sit on the table again.

And this time, she simply put both legs on the table, leaving only the soles of her feet in high heels hanging above the table.

Look at her pitiful appearance.

Fisk hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Sister Maria, how about I take a look at the injury?

If it's a bone injury, you can't move it casually. If it's just a bruise, I'll get some medicine and it will heal quickly!"

Sister Maria did not mean to refuse, she just pursed her lips and said, "Thank you for your help."

Fisk didn't expect Sister Maria to agree so readily.

It looks like it really hurts.

He no longer hesitated too much.

Standing in front of Sister Maria's feet, he gently reached out and grabbed the high-heeled shoe that was slightly deformed by the impact, trying to take it off. However, the high-heeled shoe was not as easy to take off as he had imagined.

Especially at the toe area, there is a dent that can be seen with the naked eye.

Fisk could only hold Sister Maria's ankle with his hand, and then use his other hand to exert force little by little, trying to take off her high heels. As the two hands moved, the hand holding the ankle began to slowly rub against the stockings.

The sound of the stockings rubbing against the palm was particularly low, and the tight skin on the calf rippled in Fisk's palm through the barely perceptible mesh of the stockings.

It made his heart ripple as well.

The electric shock-like feeling also spread through Sister Maria's legs.

Her face was as red as blood, as if she was drunk, and she subconsciously wanted to retract her feet, but how could she compare with Fisk's strength?

Without even using excessive force, Sister Maria's ankles were pinned to the table.

However, because Sister Maria subconsciously wanted to retract her feet, the stockings that had finally been stabilized swayed again in the center of Fisk's palm. The firm calf flesh became even tighter because of the wrapping of the stockings, and the feel was indescribably good.

The nearly perfect curve of the leg passed through Fisk's palm. Wherever his palm passed, he felt the smoothness of the skin and the extremely delicate texture of the stockings. With Sister Maria's perfect body temperature, it was extremely comfortable and made Fisk reluctant to let go of his palm.

As the other palm moved slowly.

The high heels that had been completely deformed were finally taken off.

As soon as he took it off, Fisk's heart immediately began to ache.

Because he found that Sister Maria's thumb had symptoms of bruising and swelling, and the white nail had turned purple, which looked a little weird.

And it's not just that.

The thumb bone seems to be sprained.

Fisk looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a deep sense of remorse.

Just now, I should have paid more attention.

Sister Maria wouldn't have had her foot hit.

Fortunately, the injury was not serious.

They were all skin injuries.

Fisk took the medicine from the next room, and then said to Sister Maria: "Maria, can I bandage you?"