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

This feeling is very strange.

I can’t really describe what this feeling is.

But this feeling kept telling him.

Once he really opened the elevator door, he would die immediately... After a slight hesitation and a moment of silence!

Fisk slowly removed his hand from the elevator door.

And there was no such move.

That mysterious and fatal illusion also completely disappeared.

He took a few steps back.

Leaning against the elevator.

The expression on his face was also a little strange.

Fortunately, this didn't last too long.

Fisk had a hunch.

One day in the future, I will be able to face things beyond the elevator.

Of course, not now!

Accompanied by a ding-dong sound.

The elevator door was stuck when it tried to open, so Fisk had to reach out again and pull it open again.

But Lester seemed a little unacceptable and looked at the elevator door several times, repeatedly confirming that the corridor outside was the one he came in from.

This was the first tentative step.

Fisk walked out indifferently.

He stretched.

If it weren't for the mucus and blood that had not yet dried on his body, looking at his demeanor and expression, it would be as if nothing had happened.

I turned around and saw Lester still looking at the elevator.

Fisk rolled his eyes. "What are you looking at?"

"Boss...you have to give me a raise."

Lester suddenly stopped because he found that the heart he was holding in his hand had shrunk at some point.

The heart, which had become half the size of a watermelon due to the loss of blood, was now dry, and the black mucus and blood on it had also dried up, turning it into a mummy the size of a baby's fist... Obviously, it had lost its vitality.

"Boss! This!"

Fisk said nothing, but took the shrunken heart.

Based on his experience, this heart was like a corpse that had been naturally dried for many years.

At the same time, it has completely lost its activity!

When did it happen?

Fisk walked back to the elevator puzzled.

He searched on the ground for a while and soon found some traces that had dried up and turned into dust.

He looked at the marks on himself and Lester again...they were still fresh.

"follow me!"

The two entered the room.

The vulture was still fast asleep.

Fisk slapped him on the head to wake him up, then handed him the heart and asked, "Has this thing lost its activity?"

The vulture blinked a few times.

Confused, he took the heart.

He took a scalpel from the side and cut off a small piece.

The scalpel passed over the heart.

There was a creaking sound, similar to the sound of sawdust being scraped.

Vulture glanced up at Fisk.

Fisk was seen covered in smelly black liquid.

There are some doubts.

But then he saw Lester next to him winking at him.

In the end, he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​asking.

Instead, he clamped the slice and placed it under the microscope.

After just two glances, he said with certainty: "Yes, this thing has lost its activity. All the cells on it have lost their activity."

"Then take a look at this!"

Vulture scraped some undried black blood from his clothes, took the culture plate, looked at it twice and shook his head.

"It has lost its activity, Boss... Although this thing is wet, it is just a mixture of water. It has no activity at all."

"Then can you measure how long it has been since it started to lose its activity?"

"I can't do that here!" Vulture scratched his head in embarrassment. "Boss, this thing can only be tested in a Class II or Class III biochemical laboratory... The only place in New York that can do this kind of test is probably the New York Forensic Testing Center."

Fisk nodded, smelled the stinky smell on his body, and felt very happy in his heart.

Because he knew that this meant he would no longer have to worry about creating a biohazard in the Marvel world.

There was nothing wrong with him and Lester, which meant they were not affected. However, according to the experiments before him, the life brought from that world would decay and lose its activity quickly, even the virus was no exception.

However, just to be on the safe side.

He still burned everything, and asked Lester to take disinfectant and poison the elevator inside and out, leaving only the shrunken heart.

Even then it was soaked in formalin.

And it has double-layer protection and vacuum treatment.

Make sure the virus doesn't spread.

The vulture seemed a little puzzled by this behavior.

Especially when he was sure that these things were not active at all.

But Lester is different. He has seen those weird zombies and powerful lickers.

Originally, he thought everything would be fine once he returned here.

But Fisk told him.

Those lickers and zombies are infectious

Lester was shocked, and immediately followed Fisk's orders strictly, carrying out the most stringent disinfection of the entire elevator, the corridor they passed by, and the clothes that Fisk and himself had taken off... He was just short of setting fire to them.

While ensuring that the entire corridor is filled with the strong, pungent smell of disinfectant that makes people feel dizzy.

Lester stopped temporarily.

The sober vulture stood aside and watched the whole process.

He glanced at the culture tank in the room that was isolated by a glass box.

Curiously asked Lester: "Lester, what did you do?

Why do this? "

"Vulture, when did you become a curious baby?"

"I just asked casually."

Lester looked up at the vulture, his voice without any emotion, then he picked up the disinfectant, aimed it at the stains on the ground, and sprayed it vigorously a few times, saying as he sprayed, "Before the boss lets me tell you what happened.

I won't say a word to you.

And I also hope you won’t ask any more questions, otherwise you will make your boss angry.

Who knows, I might be the one to kill you and silence you! "

Although Lester's words did not carry any emotion, they made Vulture tremble uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the latter pursed his lips tactfully and said nothing more.

Fisk quietly left from the far corner.

He heard the conversation between the two.

Lester is a good guy.

At least, that's what it looks like right now.

Back in the room, he changed into a new suit.

I plan to go to the so-called forensic center after daybreak.

Of course, he had to contact Mrs. Stacy first.

Mrs. Stacy should be quite familiar with the Forensic Center.

Moreover, he didn't trust outsiders in this matter.

But as soon as I opened the room, I was suddenly stunned.

Because there was someone sitting on his bed.

This person is no one else.

It was Yasuo Mina.

Benjamin was now of no use.

He has been secretly silenced.

Yasuo Mina didn't know much, so Fisk didn't kill her, but sent her to Sister Maria.