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

However, the air was filled with a strong smell of burnt food, which still made it difficult for them to breathe. A big fire must have burned here not long ago, and many people died.

Even though they couldn't see clearly, they had already kicked a lot of things that looked like burnt human bones.

This filled the prisoners with fear deep in their hearts.

They couldn't help but think of a concentration camp.

Could this guy be a butcher with some perverted hobbies?

Send them here and beat them to death or burn them alive?

This dark underground parking lot seems to be cursed.

Especially the intermittent sounds that sounded like the wind or the roar of some terrifying beast, which cast a dark shadow over the hearts of almost all the prisoners.

It also made them more determined to escape.

"When the number one, two, three comes, we'll run together!"

"Hey, what about our front row?"

"You can only blame your own bad luck!"

"Keep your voice down. If you want to die, don't take me with you!"

"Boss, they're running away!"

Lester held a flashlight and kept shining it on the underground space in front of him. The dazzling beam of light swept across the prisoners. He shook his ears. Although the breathing around him was very chaotic and there was some whistling wind, he could still hear the whispers of these guys clearly.

"fine.

Just run away.

They will come back!"

Fisk wasn't worried at all.

However, he has never left this underground space.

But Fisk was certain that it was doomsday outside.

There are zombies and various biochemical monsters spawned by the virus everywhere.

Relying on the powerful strength and intelligence demonstrated by the licker.

Fisk did not think the prisoners would survive.

He looked at the elevator behind him...

The elevator was still the huge freight elevator that could carry 200 tons of cargo, but after the elevator door was opened, there was only a very small door that could be passed through.

A freight elevator that is large enough to play a football in is crammed into a narrow elevator shaft with a diameter of no more than five meters. Anyone with common sense of physics would feel horrified when seeing this scene.

If it were a physicist who has been doing research based on physical common sense all his life, he would definitely go crazy.

This is equivalent to a fanatic who wakes up one morning and finds an angel with wings standing at his doorstep selling egg-filled pancakes...his faith and sanity will definitely collapse.

Pursed lips.

Originally, Fisk just wanted to try whether this large elevator could travel.

It turns out that it is possible to travel through time...but this involves many principles that he cannot explain in words, or there are no principles at all.

He couldn't understand how such a huge elevator could be crammed into such a small elevator shaft?

But, compared to being able to travel between the two worlds.

This problem doesn't seem to be a problem.

Fisk's brain hurt a little from thinking.

Fortunately.

The smart aleck prisoner gave his brain some relief.

"run!"

The moment Lester's flashlight beam swept past.

I don't know who shouted.

The group of more than 200 prisoners suddenly dispersed.

No one wants to stay and wait to die.

Even the dozen or so prisoners selected by Lester had almost all run away.

Only two or three were left standing there without moving.

But they are smart.

They were responsible for carrying the packages, and they knew from the weight that they should contain guns and bullets. Therefore, when they escaped, they did not dare to carry the packages with them, but threw the packages to the ground... If they escaped empty-handed, Lester might not shoot them, but if they wanted to run with guns on their backs, Lester's bullet would definitely shoot through their heads.

Bullseye will never miss a shot!

The prisoners expected to hear gunshots, but to their surprise, Lester stood there motionless.

Lester just shone the flashlight over the backs of those who were fleeing in panic.

There was absolutely no intention to shoot.

They looked back and saw a mocking smile on the face of the person hiding behind the flashlight.

He had his hands raised, but he didn't have a gun.

Instead, he used his finger to form a gun shape.

He aimed at the fleeing figures and fired air bullets in a bluffing manner.

"Biu, biu, biu!"

The prisoners ran faster.

Fisk turned his attention to the prisoners who had not escaped.

Lester was about to introduce.

Fisk suddenly raised his hand.

“I have no interest in knowing your names right now.

There is a gun in the bag. Take the gun and bullets and go catch the person.

Each of you needs to capture thirty people and bring them back. You can execute the rest at will. If you capture enough people, you will pass the interview.

You don’t want to know the consequences of failure.”

Fisk raised his watch; it was dark and he couldn't see.

Lester immediately shone the light on the ground, and the scattered residual light illuminated the surface, "It's 9:27 now, you have 30 minutes!

If you haven't come back in thirty minutes, don't come back!"

The three prisoners looked at each other.

In the end, everyone turned their attention to Lester.

Lester held up the pistol and the flashlight, pointed at the corners of his mouth with his two index fingers, and drew two graceful arcs with force, forcing out a weird smile: "Good luck to you!"

They no longer hesitate.

He put the bag he was carrying on the ground, took out a rifle from it, and loaded it skillfully. His movements were very skillful, and it was obvious that he was not a rookie.

"Bring more bullets, I believe you will need them soon!"

Fisk kindly reminded him, then took out a highlighter and started drawing on the elevator door.

He nonchalantly left his back to the black muzzle of the gun.

Lester also turned around.

The three prisoners looked at each other again.

Three guns, ninety rounds in the magazines and three in the chambers.

Ninety-three bullets in total.

They can fire all their bullets in less than five seconds.

As a result, the two people in front of him were beaten into funnels spewing blood.

But deep in their hearts, there is a voice that keeps reminding them - if they don't want to die, they'd better seize these thirty minutes!

"boss!

Personally, I think, bare hands.

When I encountered those ghost things.

The chances of them surviving are slim!"

“Aren’t there still prisoners in the heavy prison?

If more people die, we will bring in more prisoners."

“But Dr. Kraft probably won’t take any more risks.

The money we gave him was enough for his retirement.”

"He will!"

Fisk's voice was unmistakable and powerful.

He stretched out his hand.

He forcefully wrote an Arabic numeral 1 with a highlighter on the upper right corner of the elevator.

This was not the elevator they had come down from last time.

There were no weapons at the door that they had brought down last time.

This also means.

There is a good chance that the prisoners will find the weapons bag that Fisk and his men carried down last time.

But, what does that matter?

"Walk.