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

This is the same as rats and cockroaches appearing in a dark corner.

Even more terrifying.

Even for the most experienced rat hunters and pest control masters, it is simply impossible to kill all rats and cockroaches.

Similarly, it is impossible to eliminate all the gangs... unless the earth is destroyed.

Fisk frowned suddenly.

He found that he seemed to have misunderstood.

It's not about him driving all the gangs out of New York City.

This mission, to some extent, requires him to become the underground emperor of New York.

Instead of driving out some gangsters.

It is easier to rule than to clean up.

In this way, the task may be accomplished.

Fisk shook his palms gently, shaking off all the broken glass on his hands; his muscles moved, and the glass fragments that were deeply embedded in his palms were squeezed out.

At this moment, colorful light appeared again on the palm covered with broken glass and blood.

Accompanied by flashes of light.

Drop by drop, the blood flowed downwards.

The people around him still seemed unable to see it, and Fisk was completely certain that the colorful light should only exist above his pupils.

As the colorful light disappeared, a key appeared in his palm.

Fisk's expression was a little strange.

He fumbled in his trouser pocket for a moment and quickly pulled out another key.

Black plastic key handle.

The silver-grey key body is polished smooth enough to reflect the human face.

The two keys are almost... no, exactly the same.

They all look like the kind used for elevator doors, with a hollow round key in the middle and only at the very front end are there conspicuous key marks.

"This... Even if it's a blind box, isn't this reward a little too careless? It's actually... the same!"

Complaining, Fisk placed the two keys in the middle of his palm.

Just when I was about to find out if there was any subtle difference between the two keys, a scream suddenly came from a distance. It was a guy who was drunk and started dancing striptease.

What a depravity!

Just a little small.

As soon as he raised his head, Fisk was suddenly stunned.

He found that the key in his hand had turned into one.

Moreover, it is much larger in size.

However, the key handle is no longer black plastic, but golden metal, which is heavy and extremely eye-catching.

Otherwise, there is no change.

But Fisk quickly understood.

This is two keys fused together.

After thinking for a moment, Fisk put the key back into his pocket.

He plans to find some free time to study this thing.

In just a short while, Lester beside him had also entered the dance floor, and the vulture, who had already entered the dance floor, had his head shining under the colorful flash lights, like a small disco ball.

Fisk confirmed it through the ID card.

This guy is really only in his thirties.

"It turns out that electrical engineers also age prematurely. I thought only programmers did that!"

Just thinking about it.

Fisk suddenly felt the sofa next to him sink.

Then he turned around and saw Melanie sitting next to him, drunk.

It seemed that he had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and the smell of alcohol on his body was like the tip of a knife, constantly piercing Fisk's nose.

How much wine did you drink?

"Boss, what are you doing sitting here?"

Melanie squinted her eyes and looked at Fisk beside her, her smile like a kitten stealing some fish. She raised the tequila in her hand, tilted her head back, and drank it in big gulps.

Some light yellow wine flowed from the corners of her mouth into the depths of her clothes. The top button of her black shirt was not unbuttoned, revealing the deep cleavage underneath, which was a feast for the eyes.

The alcohol content of this wine is not low.

Ordinary people would add ice cubes to dilute even a small glass of wine.

Otherwise, not only will your throat be irritated, but you will also feel dizzy.

Only she would gulp down whole bottles of it like this.

Melanie suddenly set her eyes on the beer in Fisk's hand, and with a little disgust, she pulled out the bottle and threw it onto the dance floor not far away.

"Boom!"

A dull crash was heard, followed by the yelling of a modern girl.

The dance floor was so noisy that it was impossible to tell which unlucky person was hit on the head by the glass bottle.

Melanie didn't care at all and took out another bottle of whiskey and stuffed it into Fisk's hand, "Boss, how can we only drink beer here?

Isn't beer only for wimps?"

Fisk was about to say something.

Melanie suddenly came up to him.

It's like a freshly baked dog-skin plaster.

Melanie drank the tequila in her hand with her other hand, and pinched the Fisk man's arm, which was as hard as steel. Feeling the hardness on her palm, Melanie showed a fascinated look in her eyes, "Boss, how about we play a game?"

"what game?"

Fisk took a sip of his whiskey.

It's very unpalatable.

He is still more accustomed to white wine.

However, it is not to the point of being difficult to swallow.

"Let's have a drinking contest. If you lose, you have to unconditionally agree to one of the other party's conditions." Melanie couldn't suppress a smirk on her face. She was obviously sure of winning.

Fisk lowered his head and glanced at her, seeing that she was about to pass out from drunkenness, "Are you sure you want to compete with me?"

"Of course!"

Melanie reached out and hugged Fisk.

Fisk's shoulders immediately felt her beauty.

shrugged.

Fisk accepted the challenge without fear.

"So, how are you going to compete?"

Fisk also placed his hand on her plump and soft thigh.

Melanie's thighs trembled slightly.

Obviously he wasn't used to being touched like this.

But he didn't say anything. Then, as if he was adjusting his emotions, he took another big sip of tequila.

With the belly down the tequila.

Melanie's expression became even more intoxicated.

"It all depends on who drinks the most!"

As she spoke, Melanie rested her head on Fisk's shoulder and continued to drink the tequila in her hand in big gulps.

Melanie's warm little hands went further and penetrated into Fisk's collar, pressing hard on Fisk's chest, which was as hard as a steel brick, as if she was giving him a pacemaker.

Fisk tilted his head back and drank the whiskey in his hand. His big hand slid down Melanie's little butt and slowly onto her soft white stockings.

Pretending to be nonchalant, she danced on the white stockings with her palms.

There was no reaction when he saw Melanie.

Fisk began to grow bolder again.

Although the amplitude of the palm is still small, the strength in the hand has not decreased, and he feels the warmth coming from his palm excitedly.

Fisk kept his eyes on her reaction. He knew very well that Melanie could sense it, but to Fisk's surprise, Melanie did not object. Instead, she squinted her eyes, smiled, and brought over two more bottles of whiskey.

He hugged Fisk again.

"Boss, this is the second bottle!"

From a distance came the sound of Fazi, laughing loudly.

She was surrounded by seven or eight blondes.

Those are the nuns of Bloody Mary.

As long as they take their medication regularly, they look no different from ordinary people.

But Fazi's voice still made Fisk feel a little excited.

Fazi and Melanie are a couple.

And, I heard that they have been together for several years.