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

Her husband, Fujita Fukaichi, is a member of the Big Foot Gang.

There are also tattoos on the body.

Specially responsible for handling the accounts of the Big Foot Gang.

They all live in the wealthy area of ​​Miami.

In fact, this wealthy area should now be called the Colonial District.

Except for a few government senators who have cooperative relations with the Big Foot Gang, all the others living here are members of the Big Foot Gang, and all of them are middle and high-level members.

Fujita Fuichi turned over and tried to sit up.

But he was too tired.

After struggling for a while, he finally lay down again.

New York is not Miami.

Miami is a chaotic place as a drug transit point.

Although Miami is also a big city, it is still not as good as the financial center New York.

The price that the Bigfoot Gang has to pay to enter New York is more than they imagined, the most important of which is naturally money.

Purchasing weapons costs money.

It costs money to pay for the funeral of a deceased person.

Travel costs money.

Purchasing a base costs money.

Bribing the local gangs costs money.

Everything costs money.

Although the Big Foot Gang has reaped great rewards during this period and obtained a huge amount of funds from Miami.

But it can't withstand spending money without restraint.

Fujita has been working overtime during this period.

He is in charge of the accounts.

He has to transfer money and keep accounts at the same time, which makes him very tired.

So even though his wife pushed him several times.

Fujita Fuichi still hasn't fully woken up.

Until I actually smelled the smoke.

Fujita Fuichi finally woke up.

His eyes suddenly focused.

He looked out the window.

There was a faint yellow light flickering outside the window.

Fujita Fuichi jumped out of the bed and rushed towards the distant window.

In almost an instant, he rushed to the window.

He opened the window and the strong wind and heavy rain almost knocked him down.

But when he was struggling to get up.

But he was horrified to find out.

The villa opposite was already on fire.

The fire in this storm seemed particularly strange.

"It's Saito's house." His wife also came over and saw the big fire opposite. She couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands, a look of horror on her face.

Fujita turned around and prepared to go downstairs to rescue, but his wife held him back, looking into the distance with an indescribable look of fear on her face.

Fujita Fuichi looked into the distance and realized that it was not just the Saito family.

The burning villas in the distance looked like torches.

They also look like bright stars.

There are so many that you cannot count them and you cannot see the end of them.

It is so eye-catching in this dark night.

If a villa catches fire, is it an accident?

The fact that so many villas caught fire meant that this incident was definitely not an accident, especially on such a stormy and rainy typhoon day.

Fujita Fuichi's teeth began to chatter.

But at this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the sky.

He looked up subconsciously.

But I saw a black shadow flashing in the wind.

It's like a bow and arrow.

Rushed towards this side.

The speed is so fast that it has almost reached the limit of what the naked eye can see.

The shadow is not big.

Fujita instinctively hugged his wife beside him.

But the next second.

The fierce flames started from the house next door.

Fujita Fuichi only felt a deafening sound, and then lost his hearing the next second, and collapsed while holding his wife.

Then, brighter flames appeared before his eyes.

It was as if the end of the world had come.

The intense light was so stimulating that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Fortunately, the flames and light came from his neighbor's house.

A Miami Treasury official.

Has close cooperation with the Big Foot Gang.

In a daze.

Fujita Fuichi seemed to have seen the official, and he rushed out of the villa screaming and with flames all over his body.

He rushed back and forth in the heavy rain.

But he still couldn't extinguish the fire in his body.

Until I lost all my strength and fell to the ground.

Vultures flew over the house.

As he flew forward, he threw the gasoline barrel in his hand.

These gasoline barrels have been modified by him.

They have turned into small napalm bombs.

Not only is it extremely powerful, but it is also powerful because of the addition of white phosphorus powder.

Even in the midst of a violent storm, it can still ignite everything it hits.

Fujita Fuichi no longer hesitated and pulled his wife to escape.

Staying at home almost guarantees death.

Fujita Minichi's car is a sports car.

This was something he couldn't afford in Japan.

But here, he bought one with only one month's salary.

But he had just driven out of the garage.

A bus hit them head-on.

The bus, which did not slow down at all, was like a demon in a storm. In the blink of an eye, my wife, who was sitting on the passenger seat, was crushed into a bloody mess along with the bus.

Fujita Fuuichi screamed and turned the steering wheel desperately.

But it was still pushed forward.

Until he was squeezed heavily against the wall.

Fujita felt dizzy.

His wife and co-pilot successfully helped him block the fatal blow.

But his legs were still firmly stuck under the steering wheel.

A crazy struggle.

He wanted to stay away from his wife who had been reduced to minced meat.

However, the small sports car seemed to have turned into a prison, locking him up completely inside.

Fisk got off the bus.

He was dragging a humanoid creature in his hand.

Walked to the side of the sports car.

He waved to the bus.

Lester slowly steered the bus backwards.

Fujita Fuichi looked at the tall man outside the window.

And the humanoid creature in his hand.