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

But what exactly is Fisk thinking?

Sister Maria knew it.

However, Sister Maria was too late to stop it.

Fisk's nose took a deep breath of the body fragrance again.

Feel the smooth skin and slightly raised veins.

The tongue slowly slides down.

Fisk couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The taste of Sister Maria continued to assault Fisk's taste buds and brain.

Sister Leah had her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling constantly, her legs bent, and she looked like she was about to stand up and run away at any moment.

But in reality, she no longer had the strength to struggle.

She looked like she was passively accepting what was happening at the moment.

But only she herself knows what she is thinking now.

Seeing that Sister Maria did not resist, Fisk enjoyed it and shook his head more and more vigorously.

Sister Maria half-closed her eyes.

Unexplained sounds came out of his mouth.

“Ugh…Ugh…No!”

But from any angle, she looked completely immersed in it.

But soon, Fisk's increasingly rough actions gradually made her sober up.

Her body suddenly shrank.

At the same time, she rolled to the side, her eyes filled with unspeakable shame, and she said in a delicate voice, eyes as clear as water: "No, absolutely not."

Sister Maria was filled with shame.

But this was the greatest struggle she could make, because she was completely powerless at this moment and couldn't muster even an ounce of strength.

He could only plead with Fisk in a weak voice, "No, not now, little Fisk."

But this is for Fisk.

Sister Maria's actions at this moment.

But it obviously contains another meaning.

Meaning of encouragement!

But at this moment, Fazi's voice came from outside the door, "Boss, is Sister Maria in here?"

Then, there was the sound of the door of the next room being pushed open.

Melanie's voice also came over, "It looks like they're not here... Let's go first!"

"Hey! Why not try my new phone!"

Like offering a treasure, Fazi took out his mobile phone. Small mobile phones were an absolute fashion trend in this era, and Fazi successfully bought this gift that countless girls dreamed of with his first month's salary.

As she spoke, she dialed the phone and prepared to leave with Melanie.

"Who did you call?"

"Sister Maria!" said Fuzi, "The sisters found another abandoned baby at the entrance of Hell's Kitchen. It's up to the nun to decide whether to take her in or not."

As they talked, the two walked out side by side.

But the two people who were about to leave suddenly stopped.

Because, a crisp sound came from the bedroom next door!

Fazi was stunned.

Melanie's expression turned strange.

Just as Fazi was about to push the door, Fisk came out with a phone in his hand. On the other end of the line was Lester, who was connected again, and the sound of burning heat.

He was stunned when he looked at the two women in front of him.

As if he had no idea that the two of them were here, he then smiled and said, “Hey, girls, the Irish are done!

We're going to have a celebration banquet today, I'll treat you, all-you-can-eat steaks, free-flowing drinks, I'll pay for whatever you want to eat!" As he spoke, he reached out and closed the door behind him with a guilty conscience.

Fazi immediately uttered a heartless "Yeah!"

She didn't notice Fisk's little move at all.

But Melanie caught a glimpse of a beautiful black-silk leg being retracted in panic through the crack in the door.

A strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

She deliberately twitched her nose and hugged Fa Zi tightly, "Boss, I'm going to make you bleed today."

The expression was as if he had discovered something wrong with Fisk. His eyes narrowed and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, just like a smiling fox.

Fisk touched his nose feeling a little guilty, laughed awkwardly twice, and left with the two of them.

Chapter 50 The World Behind the Elevator Door

"Congratulations, Boss!"

Lester still had the smell of gunpowder on his body that could not be dispelled at all.

Although, the water stains on his hair showed that he had taken a shower.

But the strong smell of gunpowder still makes people feel dizzy.

Moreover, Fisk could clearly see that there were faint traces of burnt marks on the edges of his hair.

"Why are you so embarrassed?"

"The natural gas was ignited, and half of the block was blown up!" Lester shrugged nonchalantly. "That block wasn't densely populated to begin with. The Irish cleared half of the street in advance to keep it secret, so apart from those guys who died, no ordinary citizens were involved... But I'm wondering why no newspaper was willing to report that the mayor was dead?"

Lester can guarantee that no one can survive such a powerful explosion... When he thought of this, he glanced at Fisk beside him again, but he muttered the next words in a voice that only he could hear: "Of course, if it was you, then everything might be different."

Fisk raised the beer in his hand.

Looking at Fazi and Ena Maynard dancing among many beauties in front of him, Fisk couldn't help but sigh, there were so many beauties, singing and dancing, it was too much to take in. Many of them were not wearing tops. He loved this European and American way of celebration.

Hearing Lester's words.

Fisk grinned, "It's simple, politicians are not allowed to get involved with gangsters.

This is a very normal thing.

However, this also means one thing, that is, a new mayor is about to be born.

And a new New York pattern will be born! "When Fisk gave Lester the order to take action, he was already prepared to face the upcoming counterattack from the gang and its backers.

The reason why they are so cruel is that there is not enough time.

If we don't seize this opportunity to kill all the Irish leaders in one go, it will be impossible to have it again in the future.

However, Fisk did not expect Lester to be crazy enough to use thermobaric bombs.

But this guy was lucky enough to successfully ignite the natural gas pipeline of the entire block, causing the scene to be blown into ruins with no remains left.

In order to prevent a surprise attack during the meeting, the Irish sent their subordinates to clear out half a block, which left almost no living witnesses at the scene. The burning flames also destroyed the already imperfect surveillance equipment at the scene.

A murder completely turned into an accident.

Of course, Fisk knew that this could be used to deceive ordinary citizens, but it was impossible to deceive chess players who were playing chess behind the chessboard.

Moreover, not long ago, the Italians had just carried out a brutal cleanup operation against the Irish strongholds. It wouldn't take long before someone would find out that it was Lester who was responsible, and then they would trace the cause to him.

Even if Lester cleaned his ass, this kind of thing cannot be solved by just wiping his ass. Sometimes you can even tell the result without checking.

In gang fights like this, whoever benefits the most is the instigator.

However, Fisk was not afraid at all.

It’s not a big deal, no need to overturn the table.

Besides, he had a hunch that someone would take the blame for it all.

He was waiting for a call.

Ophelia's phone call.

He had a feeling that the venomous lady would call.

But he didn't wait for the call first.

Instead, a voice appeared in my ear first.

"My dear, congratulations on expelling all the Irish from New York City. But don't worry, this is just the first step in your ambition to dominate the country. You will take over the entire New York City within three months!

This shouldn’t be a difficult problem, right?

Don't worry, I will prepare your reward for you.

Of course, the rewards this time will definitely satisfy you!

However, I have to be frank with you: if you fail to meet your expectations, you will be punished!

You don't want to know what the punishment is!

Good luck, dear!"

"Crack!" The glass bottle in his hand shattered quickly and turned into tiny debris, and the glass fragments broke through the skin of his palm, causing a tiny wound in his hand. Blood flowed down his palm to his wrist, and then flowed to the ground.

Fisk's face was expressionless.

This task is actually a damn serial task.

Even though it took Fisk less than a month to drive out the Irish, a long-established underworld force in New York.

But this doesn't mean that he has the power to drive away all the gangs in New York City!

In other words, this is also simply unrealistic.

Because, when there are gangs in a place.