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

Don't say it.

This thing is indeed much more useful than a dagger.

Melanie hasn't smiled since Fazi became a vegetable.

However, Melanie was in a very good mood at this moment.

The feeling of killing her enemy with her own hands made her feel extremely relaxed.

He reached out and threw the head into a sack not far away.

The employees carrying rifles quickly loaded their guns.

He stuffed all the cash and valuables found on the body into his backpack.

They all looked at Melanie being beheaded with some horror.

This is a bar. The colorful disco balls are still flashing above the dance floor, but there is no more carnival and joy. Only infinite terror remains.

There were corpses everywhere.

Except for some Bigfoot gang members wearing black suits, most of them were Miami people who came here to have fun. Melanie was going to let these Miami people go, but when she turned on the light, she found that the ground was full of empty syringes.

She got it.

These young people are all the source of funds for the Big Foot Gang, and they are also accomplices.

So, they all became corpses.

But Melanie had no interest in their heads.

Melanie tore off the bartender's clothes and wiped the blood that splashed onto her face.

He looked at the Japanese face in the distance, which had a serious expression but pale lips.

This guy is called Yimu, and he is the manager of this bar.

They've already wasted more than fifteen minutes here.

But the bar's vault has not been found yet.

This guy has a hard mouth.

It's like steel.

Melanie had already sawed off one of his legs and one of his arms.

But he still refused to tell me where the money was hidden.

"Ma'am, we still haven't found the safe." The black man in a black bulletproof vest came up to Melanie. Although Melanie was wearing a tight-fitting outfit that showed off her curvy figure, he didn't dare to look at her at all.

No matter how attractive Melanie is.

But you can compare it to your own life.

Life is obviously more important.

Melanie was a little tired.

She walked to the bar and reached out to grab a bottle of whiskey.

With a flick of his finger, the whiskey bottle cap and the glass bottle were flicked off, and the liquor spilled out, with most of the bottle spilling onto the ground.

However, Melanie didn't care at all.

She bent down and sniffed to make sure there was nothing added to the drink.

He tilted his head back and poured all the remaining whiskey into his mouth.

The spicy alcohol made her burp uncontrollably.

The cheeks are a little red.

She dragged the chainsaw and stood in front of Yimu.

He lowered his head and looked at the Japanese man.

"Give up, damn woman. Even if you cut off my other arm and thigh, I will not surrender. The iron-forged sword will help me avenge myself!"

"found it!"

There was a roar of surprise in the distance.

But soon another voice was heard.

"No. It's not a safe for hiding money, it's..." A large wooden box was carried over, and Yi Mu's face changed drastically. Melanie saw it, walked over and took a look inside the box, and was immediately happy. Inside the box was an Asian woman in a suit, who looked like the manager here, or maybe a mama-san, and she was holding an Asian boy of fifteen or sixteen in her arms.

It is extremely similar to Yimu not far away.

It should be his son.

Then this woman should be his wife.

Or a mom-and-pop shop?

Damn it!

"Where did you find this?"

"The box was hanging in the air and we didn't see it before. Fortunately, we looked up and saw them... But we still couldn't find the safe."

Melanie burped carelessly and raised the chainsaw in her hand.

not far away.

Imu struggled to stand up.

But he couldn't do it without a leg and an arm.

Besides, the black man next to him had no intention of letting him stand up at all.

He stepped forward and kicked him to the ground.

"You are a damn devil, don't touch them, they don't know anything, come at me if you have the guts." Yimu yelled madly, his English mixed with Japanese, which sounded weird and funny.

Melanie pulled the woman by her hair.

I wanted to take her out of the box.

But the woman pulled out a samurai sword from her bosom, which was only the length of her arm, and stabbed it towards Melanie's throat. Her movements were swift and powerful. She must not be an ordinary woman. She stabbed with the sharp knife without any hesitation. Maybe she was going to kill someone.

Unfortunately, in Melanie's eyes, her speed was as slow as a turtle. She just waved her hand lightly with yellow light.

The sharp blade was cut directly by Melanie's palm like melted butter, and the other hand exerted force almost at the same time, grabbing the woman's hair and pulling her up.

"mom!"

The boy punched Melanie.

Wanted to stop Melanie from hurting her mother.

But another furry hand grabbed his hair and pulled him out of the box.

Melanie glanced at the Maozi who had made the move, nodded slightly, grabbed the Japanese woman's hair, and dragged her in front of Yimu regardless of her desperate struggle.

Fingers wrapped in yellow light grasped the badge on the woman's chest and pulled it off.

So powerful.

The entire suit was torn to pieces, revealing the light blue shirt underneath, and the white chest cloth could be vaguely seen.

"Haha!" Melanie couldn't help laughing. She was wearing a suit and tie on the outside, but she was still the scum of the island on the inside.

Looking at the badge in my hand, there are two houses written in Japanese and English. The Japanese is in large letters and the English is in small letters, which looks more like a logo.

Melanie knew no Japanese.

However, Melanie recognized the English wording: Manager.

Melanie reached out and threw her badge aside, "Bring me a bottle of wine, the strongest one." The black man turned and walked to the bar, picked for a moment on the counter, and took out a bottle of the strongest vodka.

Melanie opened the vodka and poured it over the woman's head.

The transparent wine flowed down her hair onto her clothes, and then onto the ground. The Japanese woman whose hair was grabbed was still struggling, but Melanie did not tolerate her and grabbed her head and smashed it to the ground.

With a dull thud, the woman immediately passed out and became completely obedient.

Melanie loosened her grip.

He raised the dagger that had just been cut off by his palm in front of Yimu and hung it above the woman.

With a strong sense of playfulness in her tone, she asked him in an unusually intimate manner: "Tell me... Which is harder, this knife or the teeth of the chainsaw in my hand?"

Yi Mu's face was extremely gloomy.

He seemed to have guessed what Melanie was going to do.

But, his face remained gloomy and he said nothing.

Melanie didn't say any more nonsense and started cutting with the electric saw.

The dagger that had been broken by his own palm, along with the contact between the teeth and the steel, produced dazzling sparks flying everywhere, flying onto Yimu's body, onto the ground, and onto the unconscious woman.

The vodka that was just poured in ignites immediately.

The flames immediately burst into flames.

The blazing flames jumped up from the woman's body like a galloping beast, quickly enveloping her body. The surrounding gunmen all took two steps back.

Yimu's face looked extremely ugly.

On the serious face that had always been gloomy.

He showed unspeakable pain.

There were even tears in the corners of his eyes.

But she still bit her lips tightly.

He didn't utter a word of begging for mercy.

What's more, he understood.

Once the fire starts.

It will be extremely difficult to extinguish it again.

His eyes glanced at his son not far away without leaving a trace.