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

Melanie also joined the team.

She was carrying a chainsaw and wearing a blood-red windbreaker.

He looked like a serial killer from some urban legend.

Especially on the teeth of the chainsaw, blood was still dripping down.

"Boom!"

There was a soft sound from the top of the bus.

The vulture jumped down from it.

He smelled strongly of fireworks.

You can smell it even from a distance.

He almost set Miami on fire.

If someone looked down at the whole of Miami from above.

You will find that Miami, at this moment, is already engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

There were flames burning everywhere.

But even the fire brigade and the strong wind and rain worked together to put out the fire.

But it still couldn't stop the flame from burning and spreading.

"Boss, I just heard that there seems to be a salary increase. I wonder if I can get it? I should get it, right?" When Vulture saw Fisk, the ferocious and savage aura on his body, like that of a wild beast, suddenly stagnated.

And disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He looked at Fisk with some fear.

Although he killed many people tonight.

But Fisk obviously killed more!

And they were all killed with their own hands, not with bombs or petrol bombs.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Fisk glared at Vulture fiercely, but a smile appeared on his face. "You performed well tonight, but your salary will be increased when you get back. We still have a fierce battle to fight, don't die in it."

“Don’t worry, boss.

I was counting on you to give me a raise!" Vulture sat next to Lester, put his arm around his shoulders, and showed Lester the camera in his hand, which captured many of his heroic achievements.

"Dudu!"

There was an urging sound coming from the bus behind.

Fisk immediately started the engine and stuck his hand out of the window.

He was about to give a thumbs up, but then he heard a whistle urging him from behind.

He twisted his fingers and gave a middle finger.

Fisk stepped heavily on the accelerator.

The bus immediately rushed off into the distance like a rocket.

The vulture wasn't paying attention and didn't hold the camera steady.

It fell directly to the ground.

The photos I took with great difficulty in the heavy rain were almost wasted.

He was so scared that he quickly stuffed the camera deep into his feathers.

Just like a kangaroo's pouch.

Keep the camera safely.

The bus rushed forward unstoppably.

It soon attracted the attention of the Big Foot Gang members who were on guard outside the bank.

Fisk and his gang caused such a big fuss in the city of Miami.

The Big Foot Gang is not stupid.

But the attack came suddenly.

In addition, many high-ranking members of the Big Foot Gang died at the hands of Vulture by accident - a unique banquet was originally taking place in the collapsed building.

With the deaths of these high-ranking officials, the Big Foot Gang fell into chaos, which led to the failure of any effective counterattack.

However, when people are hit, they will subconsciously raise their arms to defend themselves.

Beetles also curl up when they encounter a washing machine.

The Big Foot Gang is no exception.

Although there is no command layer.

However, the Bigfoot Gang, the dominant force in Miami, seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and subconsciously contracted its power to gather the surviving killers into this last lair.

Therefore, it was right for Fisk and his team not to waste any more time clearing out each stronghold, because most of the strongholds were already empty and all the troops had been withdrawn.

This bank was built in the last century.

It became the last stronghold of the Bigfoot Gang in Miami.

It also became the place of the final decisive battle.

Dense bullets gathered on the windshield and the front of the car.

The windshield, which was originally intact, shattered like a spider web in the blink of an eye. The bullet penetrated the window and penetrated Fisk's body and the front seat.

But Fisk just protected his head with one arm.

Then, he stepped on the accelerator and pressed his foot harder on the valve.

"Go to hell, bastard."

He roared and rammed the front of the car into the crowd.

Countless Big Foot Gang members in suits flew up from the ground.

The steering wheel of the bus kept making creaking sounds in Fisker's hands.

The vulture flapped its wings and wrapped Lester and Melanie under its feathers.

They don't have indestructible bodies.

Even though the weapons in the hands of these Big Foot Gang members were light weapons such as pistols and submachine guns, the bus still turned into a moving steel hornet's nest in an instant.

Soon, there was an explosion from the rear engine.

Thick smoke and flames rose.

The accelerator under my feet can no longer provide any power.

But inertia is still working faithfully.

Fisk clenched his teeth tightly.

The steering gear, which assists in turning the steering wheel, is broken.

Fisker is now using his own strength to control the fragile steering wheel.

He didn't dare use too much force for fear of tearing the steering wheel into pieces.

Eyes through the gaps between fingers.

He aimed at the lobby of the bank's main building not far away.

Without any hesitation.

The bus passed through the crowd and headed into the hall.

The hard steel roof and chassis were deeply embedded in the concrete. The seat belt broke, and Fisker smashed the glass and hit the ground like a lead ball.

The wheels were stuck and the deformed front of the car slowly lost all power.

He stretched his neck and stood up from the ground.

Looking at the Big Foot Gang members pouring in from outside.

Fisk climbed back to the front of the car and picked up his own chain saw.

He said to the three people behind him who were also ready for battle: "Hey, guys, let's see who can reach the top first, okay?"

“Whoever reaches the summit first will receive a $1 million bonus from me.

But if I reach the top first, you won't get paid for the whole next year." Fisk suddenly saw the vultures eager to try, and said, "Oh, I forgot, you are not allowed to participate!"

Chapter 79 Schneider's Wife? (Chapter 5/25, please subscribe, this chapter is 6000 words)

The vault generally gives the impression that it is buried underground.

But this bank did the opposite.

The vault was instead built on the roof.

This made Ena Maynard very depressed.

After all, she was very interested in the US dollars, financial bonds and various precious collections in the vault.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance to go in and find out.

"Ma'am, do you know how to prepare a Markov solution?"

The red-haired guy came over.

Ena Maynard's eyes narrowed, and her hands on the steering wheel stiffened a little.

She looked at the red-haired guy next to her.

"No, what's wrong!"

"It's okay. When I was in the KGB, I investigated a case.

This is a missing person case of an international collaborative research laboratory.

There should have been hundreds of employees in the entire laboratory.