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

Compared to his wife, he cares more about his son.

He and his wife are both members of the Big Foot Gang, but his son is not. He just came to Miami for vacation and will return to Japan in a few days.

I didn't expect that something like this would happen in just a few days.

The woman who had fainted in the dazzling firelight suddenly woke up, and then felt an unbearable burning sensation on her body. She screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames on her body, but it was of no use. The vodka had already penetrated deeply into her clothes.

Yimu's eyes were filled with anger.

He wanted to help his wife put out the fire.

But he couldn't stand up at all.

Not to mention saving people.

About ten seconds passed.

The woman suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly rushed out of the bar. The heavy rain and strong wind extinguished the flames on the woman's body in an instant.

But at this moment, she had been burned beyond recognition.

Originally, the cheeks were smooth and delicate.

It is covered with thumb-sized blisters.

The flames were put out though.

But the devastating pain still spread throughout her body.

She stood swaying in the heavy rain, as if trying to let the cold rain take away some of the pain in her body.

Yimu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the fire on his wife's body was put out.

But unexpectedly, in the next second, a speeding bus suddenly rushed out from the storm, knocked the woman on the road directly away, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

He slammed on the brakes.

Pull the handbrake to the bottom.

"What a lousy car! It can't even stop."

Fisk got out of the driver's seat cursing.

He glanced at the woman lying in the rain not far away.

The rain continued to hit his eyes.

He couldn't quite see what was flying out.

"Lester, what did you hit?"

Lester was holding his umbrella speechlessly, "Boss, that looks like a person!"

"Oh... remember to turn yourself in tomorrow. We can't run away after an accident." Fisk walked into the bar. Melanie came over with a towel and wiped the rain off Fisk's face. "Boss!"

"How's the situation here?"

"He won't hand over the safe."

Fisk noticed the disposable syringes on the ground. These syringes were all used to inject drugs. So many syringes meant that this must be a very important drug trading center for the Bigfoot Gang!

"What about drugs?"

"It's been thrown into the sewer." Melanie pointed in the direction of the back door of the bar, "The kitchen waste sewer at the back, everything was poured out, not a single bag was left!" She threw the rain-soaked towel aside, picked up a dry one from the tray next to her and handed it to Fisk.

Fisk walked up to Yimu.

This Japanese man was staring at Fisk with hatred at this moment, and it was as if he wanted to cut Fisk into pieces with his eyes.

Fisk raised his foot and stepped on his face.

Smash his nose directly.

His gaze shifted to the young man not far away.

"Who is this?"

"It should be his son!"

"That saves trouble!"

Fisk lowered his head and said to the unrecognizable Yi Mu: "I'll give you one last chance. Tell me where the safe is and I'll let him live."

Yimu couldn't speak anymore.

I can even only breathe through my mouth.

The nose was like a piece of rotten meat, hanging limply on the face.

The air coming in and going out is very scarce.

But after a while, Yimu still struggled to use his remaining arm to point to the ceiling not far away.

"Please keep your promise!"

Fisk looked up at the ceiling.

That's the ceiling with the disco ball.

No one expected that place to be detachable.

Two or three clever gunmen had already used a human ladder and cut the wooden board with a dagger, revealing the dark space behind. However, as soon as they put their heads in, the sharp blade cut through them.

The headless body fell to the ground.

The gunmen were so scared that they immediately shot at the ceiling.

The broken wooden boards, the screws used to fix them, and the crystal chandelier decorating the ceiling all fell downwards like the violent storm outside.

There are actually members of the Big Foot Gang hiding there.

The sharp dagger fell from the hole.

An arm covered in blood also fell off.

The second human ladder is set up.

The man who climbed up was a skinny, capable Cuban.

He threw the body down, and then threw down two blood-stained cloth bundles.

The package is full of holes, through which you can clearly see the US dollars hidden inside.

Dollar shattered by bullets.

Fisk rolled his eyes and yelled at the gunmen who had fired the shots earlier: "If these dollars can't be used, they will be deducted from your wages!" As he spoke, he made a gesture of wiping his neck to the gunmen in the distance.

Yimu struggled violently.

But Fisk held his head.

"Damn... bastard... you said you would let him go!" Yimu said intermittently.

Fisk shrugged nonchalantly, "So, I've always said I should go to hell."

Chapter 74: Flying Man!

Adrian Toomes.

vulture

This nickname actually does not match his vision.

He actually prefers to be called Bald Eagle.

I prefer this name which is more in line with the American conditions.

But sometimes things don't go as we wish.

Because he lost a few hairs on his head, he eventually became a vulture.

But vultures are vultures!

As long as it can fly.

Nothing else matters.

However, since it is a vulture, it cannot rush in and kill like ordinary people. The vulture stood on the top of the building and looked down. It was a super building with 80 floors.

Miami's division of super towers.

In this era there is only one level.

That is below the sixty floors and above the sixty floors.

The one in front of us is the super building recognized by the Miami government.

This is also the base of the Big Foot Gang.

A super building like this.

If it is not built for a single company, then the floors with the best views will definitely be rented out by some small companies as offices, and the other rooms may be purchased by some people to open hotels or B&Bs.

Of course, it is also possible that it could become the location for some entertainment facilities.

For example, this building at this moment.

It has become a well-known red-light district in Miami.

And the ones who control this place are none other than the Big Foot Gang!

So, in some ways, the vulture's job is the easiest.

In other words, just wash this building with blood.

His work was three-quarters complete.

And even more!

However, this also means that the difficulty increases exponentially.

Because Vulture only has nine gunmen under his command.

The entire building has more than two thousand rooms.

It would be extremely difficult to massacre the entire building with blood.