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

However, Vulture has figured out a good idea.

Did a few warm-up exercises.

Vulture unbuttoned his trench coat.

He pulled a feather from his arms.

Throw it into the sky.

Watch the feather being blown away by the strong wind and disappear without a trace.

I don’t know where it has drifted to.

The vulture grinned, kicked its legs hard, and flew into the air. The long windbreaker on its body was quickly blown up by the wind, and the dense white, brown and khaki feathers began to sway and flicker in the wind, rain and storm.

Amidst the raging storm.

Even the petrel, a bird that dares to fly against the typhoon, was nowhere to be seen.

The sky became the domain of dark clouds, wind and rain.

But the vulture seemed to completely ignore the raging storm.

Start flying around the building.

He pulled out the dagger tied to his waist, waved his wings, and pressed tightly against the wall of the building, gently scratching the windows covered by curtains with the dagger. A scratching sound came from the windows, as if an annoying cat was lying on the curtains and scratching the windows with its claws.

It's extremely noisy and disturbing.

Even in the middle of a storm, this annoying sound is impossible to ignore.

One light after another came on.

The curtains were drawn.

Revealing the men and women behind the curtains.

The vulture suddenly swung his arms vigorously, and his whole body was like a sharp sword, breaking the window and grabbing the Asian man who was standing in front of the window and looking out.

The eye-catching tattoo on the man's chest showed that he was exactly the target the vulture was looking for.

The sharp steel bird claws were deeply embedded in the man's shoulder blade.

Blood was spilling everywhere.

The man let out a howl of pain.

But then, the vulture flapped its wings violently and pulled outward.

The defenseless Big Foot Gang member was dragged directly out of the window.

In the miserable howling.

Dancing in the air, until it disappeared into the darkness brought by the storm.

I don't know where it will break.

He rushed into the room.

There was also a Japanese woman lying on the bed, wearing extremely revealing clothes.

The heavy makeup on her face made her look a little disgusting.

Lift the woman by the neck.

And threw her out of the window.

Although, vultures can kill them in a more direct way.

Like taking out their hearts and breaking their necks.

But is there anything more fitting for the name Vulture than falling from great heights?

It seems...no!

The vulture jumped out of the window and then crawled in.

Clean up room by room.

The vulture didn't hesitate at all, and his decisiveness in killing was not at all like that of an electrical engineer.

Regardless of gender, age or status, whether they are clients who come here for entertainment or Japanese prostitutes who are responsible for providing services, Vulture treats everyone equally and invites them to experience a pleasant aerial experience.

They should feel very fortunate before they die.

At least they enjoyed a real flight before they died.

The vulture's movement was quite loud, and someone soon noticed something was wrong.

A large number of Big Foot Gang killers rushed to the rooftop.

They shot at the vultures through the window.

The bullet penetrated the glass, but failed to cause any substantial damage to the vulture that was fluttering outside the window like a ghost.

The vulture felt as if he had returned to his mother's arms.

This typhoon is devastating.

It was like a gentle mother constantly pulling his wings to fly upwards.

He could easily dodge the oncoming bullets by just flapping his wings lightly, then appear at the next window, grab a Bigfoot killer holding a pistol, pull him out of the window, and then casually release his claws, letting him fall freely.

"Dudududu!"

Amidst the howling wind.

The Big Foot Gang has more and more thugs.

But there was still no way to cause any substantial harm to the vultures outside the window.

More people were thrown off the building.

Among them, there are even some local Miami guests who the Bigfoot Gang has to respect.

"Evacuate all guests downstairs.

We can’t let him throw people out again.”

The leader of the Big Foot Gang, who was in charge of commanding the entire building, made a decision immediately.

Those prostitutes would die if they died, as they would constantly bring in more from Japan. However, there must not be any problems with those high-ranking guests.

There were knocks on the doors of each room.

The guests inside were asked to come out and move downstairs.

Time is running out for the vultures.

In addition, the Big Foot Gang thugs, who had been holding pistols, also switched to rifles.

If there wasn't a typhoon outside.

They could even call for two or three helicopters to come for support.

The vulture went to seven or eight rooms in a row and found them all empty.

He immediately realized that he couldn't hold these guys back.

No more playing hide-and-seek with these idiots from the Big Horn Gang.

Instead, it flapped its wings and fell directly downwards.

Such an action made the thugs of the Big Horn Gang stunned.

After all, from their perspective, the vultures looked like they were committing suicide anyway!

The wings made sharp screams in the air.

It's like the whistling arrows released by the ancient Mongols during wars.

Sharp and harsh.

Penetrating the strong wind and heavy rain.

It also reached the ears of the gunmen in the underground garage.

The red-haired Maozi stretched lazily, looked at the explosives placed on the wall, and said to the people behind him: "Retreat!"

Then, he rushed onto the bus without looking back and drove away into the distance.

Only a few bodies of thugs were left in the parking lot.

He was about to hit his head against the ground and die.

A serious expression also appeared on the vulture's face.

He waved his arms rapidly.

The windbreaker on his body could not withstand such a violent impact and was torn into thin strips of cloth. The soft feathers under the windbreaker were also shaking constantly in the fierce wind, and it felt like they could break free at any time and fly high into the sky with the wind.

The vulture gritted its teeth.

His eyes were bloodshot and his arms were raised upwards with force.

The whole body immediately felt like it was equipped with a rocket engine.

Not only did it directly curb the downward trend, but it also rushed towards the sky at a faster speed.

The next second, a sound dozens of times sharper burst out from the gaps between his feathers. This sound reached the limit that the glass in the building could withstand. The pieces of tempered glass that could withstand the typhoon shattered in an instant.

Countless glass shattered like fragmentation grenades.

This caused screams from the residents living in the building.

And then, a shadow flashed past the window.

It caused fear among all the residents.

Is that... a demon?

But what they didn't expect was.

This is just the beginning.

A few seconds later.

Just when all the residents were trying to escape in panic.