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

But, obviously, it has encountered a tough opponent this time.

Fisk thrust the dagger forcefully into the large, mucus-covered tail, piercing through the skin, through the flesh and into the deep bones. Because of the mucus, it was almost impossible to grab the tail with bare hands.

But with the help of the dagger.

It was like an icicle biting into a glacier.

The licker's tail was firmly controlled in his hand, and Fisk dragged the huge body out of the elevator bit by bit.

Fisk suddenly had a fishing feeling.

In fact, Fisk felt more satisfied than catching a shark.

"Puff puff~"

The claws tore through the backpack.

Yellow bullets flew out of the backpack.

The Licker kept moving around, trying to crawl in and eat Lester.

But no matter how hard it tries.

But he could only watch himself getting farther and farther away from the elevator and Lester!

The walls and floor of the elevator were covered with all kinds of hideous claw marks, but this was still of no use. Fisk pulled out the dagger and inserted it into the back of the Licker. He paused and gathered all the strength in his body into his palms and soles, and all his muscles worked to exert force.

Tiny cracks appeared in the ground beneath Fisk's feet.

Moreover, as the force increases, cracks continue to gather.

The expensive leather shoes also cracked.

Fisk's eyes seemed to be able to spit fire. He clenched his teeth fiercely, then pulled out the dagger that was deeply inserted into his lumbar spine and suddenly loosened it.

The next second, the sound of bones being cut was heard, and the licker let out a scream, which sounded like a baby crying.

It was the first time that Fisk heard the wailing sound of the Licker. He thought these big guys had no pain nerves at all, but now it seems that the Licker still maintains a complete nerve network.

No, the Licker's body has already decayed, how could the neural network still exist...

Could it be that it is not rotten, but new growth?

That’s what I thought in my mind.

Fisk's hands were not slow at all.

He grasped the wound he had cut with his palm, grabbed the spine directly, then quickly pulled back and pulled the struggling Licker out of the elevator.

Although, the licker's body was still covered with slippery mucus.

But Fisk held its bones.

Therefore, no matter how it shook its body, it would not slip out of its hand. By twisting its waist, Fisk did not throw the Licker away, but lifted it up directly.

The massive weight of the Licker penetrated Fisk's entire body.

This guy weighs at least a ton.

Fisk's bones were crackling all over his body under the pressure.

The color of the cheeks quickly turned red and purple.

Lester struggled out of the elevator.

His face turned pale with fear, in stark contrast to Fisk's face which was red and purple. He held the pistol and continued shooting at the shaking head in the air, as if trying to recall the scene when he almost peed his pants in fear.

Fisk couldn't hold on any longer.

He twisted his body.

He threw the Licker in his hand to the ground with force.

Just listen to a "dong" sound.

Just listen to the sound.

It was like a tin can was knocked to the ground.

Blood splattered.

Rotten mucus and black blood flew everywhere, Fisk was splashed all over, and Lester who was hiding nearby was not spared either, fortunately he was wearing a chemical protective suit.

The Licker returned to the ground, feeling the force feedback from the solid ground. It no longer hesitated, and the instinct for survival prompted it to wave its limbs wildly on the ground. Its sharp claws were like a knife cutting tofu, leaving one eye-catching claw mark after another on the surrounding ground. But it couldn't escape at all, and Fisk couldn't let it escape at all.

Fisk simply rode on it, straddled its waist with his legs, and laughed ferociously, "Hahaha, run, run if you can!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the knife along the cut he had made earlier and began to dissect the body. The blade was extremely sharp and the licker's flesh was quickly cut open. The flesh was quickly cut open, and Fisk took this opportunity to look for this guy's weakness.

The tissues were chopped into pieces, like organs.

It was taken out from the gap between the bones by Fisk.

The Licker continued to struggle.

However, its huge weight made it impossible for it to stand up.

He could only lie on the ground and wave his limbs.

In particular, as the flesh on the back was cut bit by bit and the blade slid back and forth over the bones, the Licker's movements became slower and slower, until Fisk finally saw a rapidly beating heart.

It looks no smaller than a watermelon.

The appearance is black, and the surface is covered with blue-black blood vessels. As the heart beats, a large amount of black or red blood constantly flows back and forth in the blood vessels, supporting the movement and survival of this huge monster.

Fisk reached out and grasped the heart.

The Licker's original struggling strength gradually became weaker.

But as Fisk grasped the heart, it began to struggle frantically as if it were having a last breath, with such force that Fisk almost couldn't hold it down.

Fortunately, Fisk did not hesitate and pulled the heart out with force. Blood vessels broke one by one, and there was a crackling sound. Black blood sprayed all over Fisk's face again. Fortunately, due to long-term contact with the foul-smelling black blood, Fisk had developed a habit and became immune to it, so he did not faint from the stench.

And, as the heart was pulled out.

The licker also stopped making any movement at all.

The huge claws, like cattail leaf fans, hung limply on the ground. The shaking body stopped twitching. Only black blood continued to spurt out from the thumb-thick blood vessels.

Chapter 54 The temptation to go home

"Keep this heart for me.

Don’t lose it to me.”

Fisk threw the heart in his hand to Lester.

Then he walked towards the elevator.

The fire in the distance was still burning.

There is no way to explore outside for the time being.

However, the zombies seemed to be very afraid of fire and kept hiding far away, not daring to get close.

Take advantage of this opportunity.

You can go back and take a shower and change your clothes.

All the unused ammunition and guns were piled at the elevator door.

Then, the elevator door was closed manually.

The dilapidated elevator was covered with scratches left by the Lickers.

But at least it will work.

Of course, I'll have to use a different elevator next time.

Get a bigger elevator.

Fisk looked at the center of the elevator and wondered whether he should install a heavy machine gun there... a Vulcan cannon... that thing had a rate of fire that was a bit too fast and seemed a bit wasteful.

I pressed the button and the elevator slowly went up.

Lester held the heart with some disgust.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Or maybe there is a layer of chemical protective clothing.

This causes some weird tactile sensations.

I always feel that this heart is still beating continuously.

The elevator rose slowly.

Fisk was wiping the black blood off his face.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something.

I tried to get close to the gap in the elevator door and looked outside.

The elevator door had been hit hard by the licker not long ago.

Therefore, there are some deformation gaps on the edge of the door.

This allows Fisk to see the outside world through these gaps.

He narrowed his eyes and moved closer to the deformed gap.

Originally, he thought he would see steel walls that would look like the inside of a normal elevator shaft, but in fact, the world outside the elevator was a psychedelic space wrapped in colorful light.

The carrier elevator they were riding in was not in the elevator shaft.

But in the void!

This made Fisk stunned.

Subconsciously, I wanted to tear the elevator door open completely and see the world outside clearly.

But my hand had just been placed on the elevator door.

A feeling that shook his soul.

It began to ripple in my heart.