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

The Bigfoot Gang is one of the few gangs that have defeated local forces and occupied American cities.

In this city, countless bars, nightclubs, restaurants, and even fruit shop billboards have a red footprint printed on them, which is also the mark of the Big Foot Gang.

After the Bigfoot Gang occupied the city.

There was no convergence.

Instead, they began to sell drugs unscrupulously.

When they were driven out by the Japanese gangs, they had nothing and were extremely poor, with empty pockets. They wanted to get funds to recruit soldiers as quickly as possible.

The Big Foot Gang brought all drug dealings out into the open.

So it is no exaggeration to say.

When Fisk looked out of the bus window, he could clearly see that every hotel, every nightclub, even every fast food restaurant and small supermarket that was open at one o'clock in the morning... were all strongholds of the Bigfoot Gang.

He stretched and lifted his butt off the not-so-soft seat. When he stood up, the prisoners behind him... no, should I say the employees, all cast their eyes over to him.

Even some guys who are asleep will be woken up by a slap from the person next to them.

All eyes were fixed on him.

Fisk turned on the interior lights.

The driver is a local employee in Miami.

This guy could have gone back to Miami to go to jail, but because he accidentally killed two policemen while resisting arrest, he was imprisoned in New York.

However, he is very familiar with the local area.

This is a tourist bus.

There is a screen with a projector on the top of the bus.

However, at this moment, a map of Miami was pasted on the curtain, and it was covered with densely packed red dots like the rash on a leper's face!

"Everyone, it's seven o'clock in the evening.

In two hours, a typhoon will blow here. This typhoon is called the Giant Squid, which is a huge squid that is said to feed on whales.

Although I don't know which idiot came up with this name, it doesn't matter. This giant squid bought us seventeen hours. During these seventeen hours, the police officers of the Miami Police Department will pretend to be deaf and dumb and will not respond. Our opponent is the overlord of this city - the Bigfoot Gang. "

Fisk pointed at the red dots on the map and said, "All the red dots you see are strongholds. Your mission is to destroy them. Melanie, Vulture, and Ena Maynard, you also join us. There are 70 people in total, 10 people in each group, divided into seven groups, attacking from the southeast, southwest, northeast, northwest, west, east, and south.

Lester and I will attack from the north and wipe out all of the Big Foot Gang's strongholds within seventeen hours!"

Fisk pointed at the buses following behind him. There were a total of ten buses in the long convoy, but only two of them were actually occupied. The remaining eight buses had been converted into war vehicles, loaded with heavy machine guns and bulletproof steel plates, as well as anti-tank rocket launchers and boxes of grenades and mining explosives.

"Let me be frank. If someone fails to complete the mission, then the entire team had better die!" Fisk sneered, "If I see any of the marked strongholds not destroyed, the remaining bodies will be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

Of course, piece by piece.

And if anyone dares to escape, no matter if it is just one person or a small group, I will regard it as a whole group mutiny... In this regard, I can only hope that you no longer have any relatives in this free land!"

Fisk put away the projection screen, stretched out his hand and squeezed Melanie's shoulder hard, then sat back in his seat.

"Boss...thank you." Melanie's voice came from the back seat. Fisk waved his hand nonchalantly, "Don't thank me. This is what I should do and what I must do."

The bus stopped at the visitor center on the beach.

Everyone got out of the car.

The security guard at the visitor center parking lot was stunned when he saw the bus coming in at this moment. He stood on the tower and kept waving a flashlight, asking the bus to leave, because a typhoon was coming and everything on the beach might be blown away, including the concrete tower and the bus parked in the parking lot.

But, what responded to him was a bullet.

The sharp bullet pierced through his head, causing the blinding flashlight to fall helplessly onto the beach.

Of course, this tower is also one of the strongholds of the Bigfoot Gang.

The sky was dark.

There is no light in the shadows.

The wind was blowing hard, even though the typhoon hadn't arrived yet.

But the fierce wind had made it impossible for people to stand.

The employees wore black bulletproof vests, and their pockets visible to the naked eye were stuffed with magazines and grenades. They skillfully pulled out their weapons from the travel cabin and boarded the tourist bus at the rear according to the groups they had been divided into.

The wind was blowing in the distance.

Waves strong enough to easily swallow up a fishing boat crashed onto the gray sandy beach.

This warm city is freezing cold at this moment.

The wind blew in Fisk's face.

He lowered his head to light his cigar.

But the wind was too strong.

Even though he turned sideways, the lighter still couldn't light the cigar.

In desperation, he raised the cigar in his hand.

"Lester, give me a fire!"

Lester, who was putting grenades on himself in the distance, turned around and fired a shot.

The bullet grazed the cigar.

Also lit a cigar.

The sharp gunshots did not attract anyone's attention.

The strong wind drowned out all sound.

But for the uninvited guests in this city.

The sound of the gunshot was more like the sound of a bell.

It sounds like drums.

It’s like the majestic sound of war drums when two armies are facing each other.

Miami!

This is God's guest house.

It is bound to be a river of blood.

“Let’s do it, guys.

I wish you happy killing and have fun.”

Chapter 72 Innocent People?

"Dingling bell~"

"Dingling bell~"

When the phone rings.

The police station's switchboard hall was actually full of people.

But there were no more people available to answer the phone.

Because all the phones are busy.

Finally, an operator hung up the phone.

She picked up the new number.

But there was only loud gunfire from the other side!

She hung up the phone.

Looked out the window.

Raindrops as thick as fingers hit the glass windows with a crackling sound. The fragile windows were shaking and it seemed that they could shatter completely at any time.

Under such severe natural disasters.

No one wants to go out.

No one dared to go out.

Because the storm will not be weakened at all just because you are a police car.

It would only take five minutes at most to drive out of the garage, and the police car weighing only one and a half tons would crash into a telephone pole on the side of the road.

"Tomorrow Crown Nightclub, Batalha Restaurant, Shivo Leton Restaurant... There are shootings everywhere. Is this a prank?"

"If this is a prank, it will definitely be the biggest prank in Miami in the past fifty years!"

The operators complained to each other.

They have already referred various cases to the relevant police stations.

But all the news fell into oblivion.

No police station dispatched any officers, and there was no feedback.

It was as if the storm outside had swallowed up all the police stations...

The bus rushed towards the end of the street not far away.

The speed is very fast, like a speeding locomotive.

In the blink of an eye, a distance of several hundred meters was crossed.

In the storm, countless sturdy green trees were smashed.

The rain is like waves.

Keep hitting into the broken windows.

"Lester, you drive really badly."

"Boss, I can't see anything. I'm lucky I didn't hit the bus stop!"

Lester yelled and twisted the steering wheel frantically. While twisting, he was also trying to find a way forward on the windshield, which was covered with cracks like spider webs.

Soon, he found his target, which was a restaurant that had not yet closed.