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

A violent vibration came from under everyone's feet.

Strong winds poured in from the broken windows.

The entire building began to sway uncontrollably from side to side.

It was as if there had been a major earthquake.

The vibrations became more and more severe, causing everything in the building to shake along with it.

The whole building is like a floating leaf in the wind and rain.

The vulture rushed into the sky, flapped its wings, and turned to chase the bus that was already going away in the distance.

The remote control in my hand lit up green light one after another.

The vulture did not hesitate.

Every time a green light came on, he pressed a button.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The invisible signal lit the fuse.

Don't forget, Vulture is an electrical engineer.

Making a remote-controlled bomb is really an easy task.

However, he was not confident handing the remote control to the gunmen.

The thick tempered glass walls of the building will block the signals from the outside to some extent.

Therefore, he first lured the tiger away from the mountain, so that the Big Foot Gang's thugs would focus all their attention on himself, so that the gunmen could sneak into the building to install the bomb, and then create high-frequency sound waves to shatter the glass on the building, allowing the signal to be transmitted to the underground parking garage, and then detonate the bomb without any hesitation.

Although mining bombs are not as explosive as C4, they are small in size, easy to carry and extremely powerful.

But it is still enough for targeted blasting.

What's more, this time Fisk almost emptied out all the mining explosives on the New York black market.

Not to mention blowing up a building.

Even if we blow up ten buildings, it’s no problem.

The vulture flew forward in the storm, looking at the slowly collapsing building behind him, "Hehe, more than 2,000 rooms, ten people, it would take a month to clean them all, and once chaos occurs, we will be caught in the trap soon. Why should I clean up room by room?

Why not just blow it up!" The vulture smiled sinisterly as he disappeared into the dark night of the storm.

Chapter 75: Chemistry Expert! (1/25, please subscribe.)

"Sigh~"

"This commotion is quite loud!"

Ena Maynard smokes a cigarette.

Watching the building on the distant horizon slowly collapse.

Feel the extremely huge vibration coming from under your feet.

Ena Maynard looked again at the body with its head blown off beside her.

Suddenly I felt like I was a little low.

But there's nothing we can do about it, everyone has their own way.

Speaking of which, Miami is the Bigfoot Gang's lair. Faced with such a big fuss from them, it stands to reason that it would be absolutely impossible to allow them to mess around on their own territory.

But the fact is that the Big Foot Gang seems to be dead.

There was no violent resistance.

This isn't right.

However, considering that at this moment, there is a typhoon outside.

And it was a surprise attack.

It was normal for the Big Foot Gang to be caught off guard.

It's just like when the Bigfoot Gang suddenly attacked Hell's Kitchen.

The attack was caught off guard.

Stealing the house!

Who wouldn't?

Ena Maynard is currently at the 13th Precinct of the Miami Police Department.

People here are superstitious and believe that thirteen is the number of Satan.

Therefore, the Miami Police Department has always been in a state of being neither loved nor cared about the 13th Precinct.

Therefore, the 13th Precinct was also the first police station to side with the Big Foot Gang.

This place became the stronghold of the Big Foot Gang.

Based on intelligence.

This is also an important vault of the Big Foot Gang.

However, Ena Maynard has almost dug the place up deep.

But I still didn't find what I was looking for.

If not for finding some crucial accounts.

She once suspected that her intelligence was wrong.

Ena Maynard gathered all the remaining police officers in the police station together and had her gunmen strip them all naked. She then put those without tattoos into the detention room, and took those with complex Japanese tattoos to the lobby on the first floor.

These people have a hard mouth.

They are all members of the Big Foot Gang, and they all know it very well.

If the secret were to be leaked, it would mean the death of the entire family.

The Big Foot Gang never shows mercy to traitors.

Ena Maynard after shooting several stubborn elements.

Seeing that they were unwilling to surrender.

In desperation, I had no choice but to resort to other means.

She started preparing the chemicals in front of everyone.

It's true that Ena Maynard is a mercenary.

She also serves as the team's Demoman.

Able to skillfully prepare extremely powerful yellow explosives.

But what Ena Maynard had not told anyone was that before becoming a mercenary, she had worked as a researcher at one of Europe's top biological research institutes.

Preparing explosives is just the most basic ability of a top chemistry expert.

In fact, if she is given enough sugar, she can even use a thermos cup and detergent to make a high explosive that is as powerful as C4 of the same weight, but it is not stable enough.

But this is enough to show that Ena Maynard is the best among them.

Use ice cubes from the lounge refrigerator as a constant temperature device.

Ena Maynard used the drugs found in the storage room and the concentrated nitric acid and hydrochloric acid in the forensic studio to create a corrosive liquid comparable to aqua regia in a very short time.

Compared to making bombs.

She is better at making this.

After all, Ena Maynard had used the same method to create a highly corrosive liquid and destroyed all of her colleagues in the lab.

Everyone has their own story.

Ena Maynard is no exception.

However, Ena Maynard likes her current life.

At least, it's comfortable.

And get US dollars!

Holding the glass test tube with tweezers, he walked up to a Miami policeman who had joined the Bigfoot Gang. The detective's rank was captain in the Miami police department, which was equivalent to the level of sheriff. Even in the branch, he was considered a senior official.

But his body is covered with tattoos of the Big Foot Gang.

Japanese people like to get all kinds of tattoos on their bodies. In addition to showing off their power, it is more for the purpose of being able to better distinguish between friends and enemies in certain special circumstances.

These police officers joined the Bigfoot Gang.

Naturally, they followed the local customs and chose to get tattoos on their bodies.

In fact, many policemen in the police station also have various tattoos on their bodies, but those are their own interests and hobbies, letters or portraits of relatives, and the area is not very large, so it is very easy to distinguish.

More importantly, none of these guys denied their identities.

"Tell me, where is the vault?" Ena Maynard took a last look at the sheriff. She did not wait for him to answer because she knew he would not answer, so she directly poured the glass test tube in her hand onto his fluffy golden hair.

The light yellow liquid does not seem to have any lethality and does not even have any peculiar smell.

However, after pouring all the liquid, Ena Maynard immediately threw away the tweezers and the test tube in her hand, stepped back several steps, and put on a gas mask. Just after she did all this, the sheriff, who was kneeling on the ground motionless, suddenly screamed, his hair turned black and dry at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he began to roll on the ground uncontrollably.

The hair quickly turned into a pile of charcoal, and then the scalp automatically cracked and blood gushed out. However, when it touched the liquid on the head, it boiled and evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the screams became louder and louder.

Slowly, the pale bones were revealed, and in just a few tens of seconds, his entire face had become unrecognizable in the boiling white smoke. His struggling strength became weaker and weaker, until about a minute later, the sheriff stopped moving, and his head had completely turned into a pool of black liquid that kept bubbling.

Although he is dead, everything is not over.

His body, the skin covered with strange tattoos, was still melting.

Ena Maynard pulled out a woman's cigarette.

She suddenly remembered that she seemed to still be wearing a gas mask.