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

"No need!" Fisk refused without thinking, "I have my own army, I will take revenge on my own, I have not yet fallen to the point where I need a woman to help me take revenge."

"Haha, why do I feel like you've become more domineering after not seeing you for a few days?"

"Really?" Fisk pursed his lips, "When you come back from Italy, I will let you feel my more domineering side."

"Then I'll wait and see."

hang up the phone.

Fisk looked at Melanie.

The latter's face was as cold as ice in a cellar.

The method did not save him.

That tube of potion did not allow Fazi to successfully awaken and recover quickly, but instead allowed her to awaken the ability to release fire. However, the potion finally played a role, and with the help of Melanie, Fazi became a vegetable.

Although I didn't die, it was worse than death.

If Fisk had not promised Melanie that he would kill every member of the Bigfoot Gang, Melanie would have gone alone to seek revenge.

And the final outcome is very likely to be death in some unknown place.

Reaching out and patting her shoulder, Fisk looked at the nuns and said, "Stay outside for a while. No one is allowed to approach. If anyone dares to approach, just shoot!" Then he turned his gaze to Melanie again and said, "You and Ena Maynard stay here as well. Vulture will cooperate with you. Anyone who dares to approach this warehouse will be killed!"

"Boss, do you really not need my help?" Ena Maynard asked doubtfully, "With so many prisoners, are you and Lester the only ones left?"

Fisk sneered: "If you still want to live, don't be so curious, otherwise, I'm afraid you may never be able to get a salary again!"

"understand!"

"Lester, call out the dozen or so people you trust."

As for the others, have them stand in five rows, with fifty people in each row and the spaces where there are fewer people will be left empty!"

With the help of the prison guards, nuns and Lester, the prisoners obediently stood in five rows. There was a sea of ​​heads and eyes with cruel, calm, complicated or weird expressions. Fisk walked to the front of the crowd.

There were a dozen prisoners standing alone on the left.

They were all Lester's acquaintances.

Many people also know vultures.

He is one of the few smart guys in prison who is willing to cooperate directly.

Just like a vulture.

However, their handcuffs and shackles remained intact.

Look at these prisoners.

Fisk lit his cigar.

Lester stood beside him, the pistol at his waist already in his hand.

"You can go now. Go back and say hello to Dr. Kraft for me."

The guards retreated.

Fisk didn't stop him.

Soon, with the disappearance of the prison guards, the prisoners began to become somewhat riotous.

Fisk took a step forward.

He stretched out his fingers holding a cigar and lit it a few times in the somewhat chaotic crowd.

While pointing, he said to Lester: "Whoever my finger points at, you kill him for me!"

Lester shot without any hesitation.

His marksmanship is beyond doubt.

Shot after shot was fired, the sound of blood and breaking bones continued to echo, and bodies fell one after another. The intensive gunfire attracted the attention of many dock workers, but it was soon drowned out by the sound of the whistle of the Italian ferry.

Most of the prisoners looked pale.

They looked at each other and wanted to resist.

Available in the next second.

Fisk's fingers and Lester's bullets had already pointed at the prisoners who were about to move.

Lester's pistol was out of bullets and there were twelve more bodies on the ground.

The prisoners dared not move.

They also understood that the burly guy in front of them was more terrifying than the law.

Fisk raised his legs and stepped forward.

He stood in front of a bald man in the front.

Looking at him condescendingly.

The bald man's face and neck are covered with tattoos.

Judging from his appearance, he should be a guy who would kill without blinking an eye, but when facing Fisk's calm gaze, he immediately lowered his head in fear.

Just like a frightened little rabbit.

I didn't dare look at Fisk again, even for a moment.

Fisk looked up and met the prisoners' eyes.

"I bought your lives with my own money. I know that most of you have already made plans in your hearts and are ready to find an opportunity to escape at any time.

If you really have such an idea.

Then I admire your courage and will not stop you.

If any of you wants to leave now and pursue freedom, he can leave now!

As long as he can keep his mouth shut and not tell anyone what happened tonight."

After Fisk finished speaking, the crowd did not move.

Everyone is not a fool, so they naturally understand the murderous intent hidden in Fisk's words.

A game like this where you can leave if you don't want to.

Many of the people present have played it.

If you believe it, then there will be something fishy.

But what everyone couldn't believe was.

Obviously no one has separated from the crowd.

Fisk once again raised his finger, pointing it at some of the prisoners, and Lester immediately opened fire.

The expressions on both of their faces were very calm.

It seemed that the ones who died were not humans, but worthless animals.

Twelve more bullets.

Corresponding to this are the twelve bodies that fell down.

Fisk finally smiled. He took a puff of the cigar in his hand and put his arm on Lester's shoulder: "Your lives are worthless in my eyes. If anyone dares to show me a look that makes me feel uncomfortable, I will send him to hell." This time, when Fisk's eyes swept over, the eyes of most of the prisoners became docile.

The strong are afraid of the strong, and the strong are afraid of the desperate.

"Very good, I bought your lives, remember, from now on, you are my tools, my killing tools, you can only live if I let you live.

If I let you die, you will have no choice but to die.

But at least I don't need you to die now.

Girls, take off their handcuffs and anklets!"

The nuns immediately took the keys and started picking up the handcuffs one by one, and their faces did not look good.

After all, this kind of killing, which is similar to that in a slaughterhouse, really makes people feel a little nauseous.

As the handcuffs and anklets were untied, they smelled the faint body fragrance of the nuns, and expressions of interest appeared in their eyes and on their faces.

But soon, bullets shot into their heads.

Fisk's eyes, like a hawk, swept across the faces of every prisoner.

Now, no one dared to show any emotion in their eyes.

Some people even do this to prevent themselves from revealing anything that might attract bullets.

He just lowered his head and didn't dare to look at the nun.

Wait until all the handcuffs and shackles are removed.

Fisk had a dozen men carry the weapon bags on the ground and drive the prisoners into the freight elevator.

Fortunately.

This elevator, which was capable of carrying 200 tons, originally should not have been able to accommodate so many prisoners. However, with the death of nearly forty prisoners, it became more than enough and was just enough to accommodate everyone.

The key in the pants disappeared, and a button with a question mark appeared on the control panel.

As the heavy feeling of weightlessness disappeared, the darkness outside the warehouse disappeared.

Instead, it became a dull underground parking lot with a strong smell of burnt food.

"Welcome to hell."

Fisk had a smile on his face again.

A cold smile.

Chapter 66: It’s time for dinner, zombies.

"We're going to run away, do you want to come with us?"

"Don't look back. If you look back, they will see you."

"Just keep your voice down."

The prisoners had no idea where this was.