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

If I had known earlier, I should have retreated after getting rid of that killer.

Otherwise, even if they knew my appearance after disguise, it would be impossible for them to find me... At least, after discovering my whereabouts, it would be impossible for them to find me so easily!

"Drive faster and get rid of them."

Erica's commanding words made Fisk raise his eyebrows slightly. He looked back at Erica, suddenly turned the steering wheel in his hand, and rushed into the construction site opposite.

A silver-gray luxury sedan also rushed in.

"What are you going to do?"

"Of course we'll get rid of them. Should we treat them to a meal?"

As Fisker spoke, he began to turn the steering wheel wildly, then turned the front of the car and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Then, the SUV crashed into the silver-gray sedan head-on at an astonishing speed!

The speed was so fast, like a flash of black lightning.

The wheels rubbed against the ground, stirring up the dust and sand on the surrounding ground. As the air twisted and twitched, the engine wrapped in the car shell also made a roar similar to a tiger's roar.

This attracted the attention of many construction workers around.

They all stared in amazement at what was happening before them.

Even when you see two cars about to collide with each other.

They all cried out subconsciously.

Erica was also filled with shock.

Her palms quickly clenched on the car door.

I wanted to open the car door and jump out.

Because of her experience.

When the two cars collided, the people in the cars were either killed or injured!

But in the end, I was still a step too slow.

The moment Erica reacted and opened the door.

The two cars had collided heavily.

It's like two comets coming from different universes.

Two huge blocks of ice traveled through countless galaxies, but eventually collided with each other by chance.

In an instant, the black and silver-gray car shells exploded, parts flew all over the sky, and the solid headlights of the SUV burst out from the lamp frame like eyeballs, flashing the last golden light, and smashed into the distance wrapped in the crackling sound of electricity.

Various screws, springs, engine components, brake inserts, flying all over the sky...it was like a heavy rain of parts, and it was not until the parts flew into the air that the deafening sound of impact was heard.

Erica was not wearing a seat belt.

He was immediately swept away by the surging impact force.

The whole person uncontrollably smashed towards the windshield in front of her. At the critical moment, when she was about to merge into the broken glass, a large hand suddenly grabbed Erica's shoulder, pulled her back forcefully, and quickly hugged her in his arms, then jumped out of the car that was about to fall apart, and rolled on the ground like a bowling ball.

Where is the flat area on the construction site?

The sharp stone was like a blade, leaving bloody wounds on Fisk's body one after another. His suit had long been torn to pieces, and blood was spurting out of his body like a shower as he continued to roll.

Erica, who was in his arms, naturally had no way to avoid being injured.

However, Erica was not seriously injured because of Fisk's protection. In fact, because of Fisk's hard, rock-like muscles, the only broken bones were in her fingers.

Finally, the two of them stopped.

On the ground where they rolled, they left behind a bloody painting that looked like it was created by a demon from hell.

The cars that collided in the distance stopped wailing and blazing flames began to ignite. Naturally, the Hand's killers did not have Fisk's quick reaction speed, and they all died in the car accident.

Erica broke free from Fisk's arms.

Fisk also struggled to sit up.

The suit he was wearing was like rags at this point, and he looked like a homeless person who had just walked out of the slums.

However, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that blood is continuously flowing out of those wounds... The red blood gathered on the ground and soon formed a red blood stream on the gravel road.

But fortunately, Fisk's muscles were also contracting rapidly.

The speed at which the blood flowed began to slow down, measured in seconds.

It soon stopped flowing.

Fisk struggled to stand up from the ground.

It's just a fatal injury, nothing to worry about.

Erica looked at the flames blazing in the distance.

I still feel a little dizzy.

However, soon the sound of brakes was heard in the distance.

More and more silver-gray sedans appeared.

Erica turned and walked away.

But after walking a few steps, he seemed to have made some kind of decision, turned around and said to Fisk: "Come with me... Can you still walk?" Fisk nodded, pretending to be seriously injured, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Erica hesitated for a moment, then reached out to support Fisk.

The two of them supported each other and walked towards the depths of the construction site.

The assassins from the Hand rushed over here quickly.

They circled the burning ruins of the car twice, then began to chase after the suspects in their car, following the bloodstains on the ground.

Erica is incredibly strong.

Fisk limped on purpose, but Erica dragged him along and started jogging, no slower than a normal person! It felt like Fisk was being dragged by a locomotive.

Erica rushed out of the back door of the construction site first, dragged Fisk to the middle of the road, and stopped a construction vehicle that was about to enter the construction site to perform circuit repairs.

The driver was pulled down from the driving seat.

Erica yelled at Fisk to get in the car, and then sat in the driver's seat.

Fisker had just climbed onto the construction vehicle.

Erica stepped on the accelerator without any hesitation.

Driving the construction vehicle, he rushed into the distance.

He paid no attention to the car blocking the road ahead.

Soon, the sound of collision was heard.

What followed were all kinds of abusive voices.

But it wasn't long before the killers caught up.

They also drove recklessly without any scruples.

Even if there were cars blocking the road ahead, they stepped on the accelerator to the bottom without hesitation. The continuous collision sounds were like a bowling game on the road.

However, it wasn't the bottles that were hit.

But one innocent and unlucky citizen after another.

But the most unlucky ones are still the insurance companies.

Fisk reached out and grasped the railing inside the car that was securing his body.

This prevented his body from being thrown out by Erica's brutal driving.

Listening to the sound of collision coming from not far behind.

Fisk silently made a decision that the Hand must not be allowed to enter New York.

We must drive them all out.

Otherwise, if you happen to run into a Hand killer chasing other people on the street in the future, wouldn’t you be stuck in traffic all day?

For the safety and convenience of transportation in New York City.

The Hand is also not allowed to enter New York.

Erica was driving.

While constantly observing the pursuers behind him through the rearview mirror.

But what was unexpected was that the killer appeared right in front of him.

That silver-gray luxury sedan is really too eye-catching.

I can't even pretend I didn't see it!

Erica could only grit her teeth and force the car to turn.

The severely deformed front of the car made it extremely difficult to turn.

Fick quickly stretched out his hand.

He took hold of the steering wheel and reactivated the stuck steering wheel, and then successfully turned the construction vehicle into the street next to it. However, this sudden action did not shake off the pursuers behind him.

As time went by, New York gradually entered the evening rush hour, and more and more cars appeared blocking the road ahead.

If you keep running like this, you will be caught up sooner or later.

We must think of a way and find a place to get rid of these killers behind us.

Erica is not a native New Yorker.

Erica had not been to New York many times and was not as familiar with it as she was with Washington, but fortunately there was a native New Yorker named Fisk in the car, so Erica naturally had no shame and was not embarrassed.

As a killer, Erica is a pragmatic person, so she immediately asked Fisk: "Do you have a good place to get rid of them?"

Fisk pretended to hesitate and narrowed his eyes: "How about going to Central Park? There is a road restriction there and cars can't drive in. After entering the park, we can circle inside and then get rid of them through the subway entrance outside the park!"

Erica nodded. As a killer, she knew that the denser the crowds, the easier it would be to shake off the pursuers. "How do we get there? You show us the way!"

With Fisk's guidance.

Erica suddenly stopped running around like a headless fly.