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

"You go to the control center, destroy all surveillance, and clear the alarm.

The others carry the explosives and follow me." Ena Maynard looked at the red-haired man meaningfully, gave him an order that sounded like a suicide mission, and led the group toward the safe passage on the next floor.

The red-haired guy curled his lips.

"Stingy woman!"

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Fisk separated from the group.

There are simply too many killers in the Big Foot Gang.

This is their lair, they are like a tide.

One by one, they either shot or rushed over with long knives or short blades.

Crazy like a mad dog.

The goal of the four people combined is really too big.

These mad dogs seriously hindered their progress.

Twenty minutes had already passed.

They haven't even been able to get upstairs through the emergency exit.

Fisk resolutely divided his troops.

You go up alone, and they are responsible for attracting fire from below, solving your worries.

It turns out.

Fisker made the right choice.

What Fisk was holding in his hand was an oversized chainsaw that was over 1.7 meters long.

Compared to electric.

Chainsaws have more power.

And the saw blade is newly replaced and extremely sharp.

It only takes a moment to split a person in half.

Cut vigorously from left to right with the chainsaw in your hand.

The Big Foot Gang members who were blocking the road ahead were cut in half without even having a chance to struggle.

Thighs and arms flew, heads and internal organs danced wildly.

The road Fisk walked was like a Shura field.

Only corpses and wriggling bodies were left.

He was the first to walk to the door of the safe passage.

He glanced back.

Leicester are still struggling.

Fisk no longer hesitated and walked into the safe passage alone.

The road to climbing up was opened.

He rushed up the corridor.

Big Foot Gang members kept rushing down the road.

But facing Fisk, who is like a human tank.

They had no power to fight back at all.

Almost the moment they met, they turned into shattered corpses.

But the corridor is narrow after all.

The long and narrow chainsaw kept hitting the wall, sparks flying.

Some of the metal teeth have obvious indentations like tooth marks.

And soon he finally met a decent opponent.

She was a thin woman.

In her hand she held an equally broad katana.

More importantly, she was wearing armor and a war cap, just like the armored warriors from the Japanese village war, with a ghost mask under the helmet. But to Fisk, it looked like a child's toy, especially the clown-like mask.

With her appearance, the big-foot cannon fodder that came like a tide disappeared.

The two people looked at each other from above.

"Leave here and I will let you live." A cold female voice came from under the ghost mask.

"Who are you, Shredder?"

"I'm his wife, you can call me Tang Jing!"

"Where is Shredder?" Fisk smiled. "Hand him over and we'll leave."

Shredder is the leader of the Bigfoot Gang.

Some people say that he is the incarnation of Tengu.

Others say he is an alien.

Some say he has lived for hundreds of years.

It is a powerful being that is immortal.

A vast underground empire was once established that ruled Japan for more than eight hundred years.

But, obviously, all this is just bragging.

If it's really that awesome.

Why would they flee to the United States with their tails between their legs like a stray dog?

but.

It is undeniable that he does have certain abilities.

He single-handedly founded the Bigfoot Gang that ruled Miami.

If you let the tiger go back to the mountains.

God knows what trouble this will bring.

Fisk's principle is to root out the problem at its roots.

Shredder is not dead.

The Big Foot Gang will not be destroyed.

Fisk's words had barely escaped his lips.

The sharp blade quickly enlarged before my eyes.

It took Tang Jing only half a second from drawing the knife to stabbing with it.

The blade cut through the air, making a sharp sound.

Even though the blade hadn't arrived yet, Fisk already felt a tingling sensation on his skin.

Fisk turned his head, twisted his body violently, and pressed himself tightly against the wall.

He narrowly avoided the sharp blade.

But a drop of dark red blood still flowed down his cheek, from somewhere unknown.

The tiny wound healed in an instant.

Tang Jing was wearing armor and holding a sharp sword. The silver-white samurai sword and the snow-white fingers exposed from under the armor blended with each other.

"It's a nice sword, but it's a Japanese sword!"

There was a flash of disdain in Fisk's eyes.

He chopped down with the chainsaw in his hand.

Tang Jing was also very surprised by Fisk's swift movements.

In her opinion.

Fisk's huge body is like a large target.

There is no way to dodge your own blade.

However, the actual result is not so.

This forced her to be extremely vigilant.

Put away the last trace of contempt in your heart.

The opponent can rush up from the subordinates like a tide.

He is definitely not an ordinary person.

However, facing the attack of the chainsaw, Tang Jing also showed a look of disdain.

She turned back quickly.

He easily dodged the chain saw's blow.

"Leave now and I won't kill you." Tang Jing's tone sounded like he was giving alms to Fisk.

This made Fisk laugh out of anger.

He reached over and threw away the chainsaw.

Then he hooked his finger at Tang Jing.

Prepare to fight this woman with bare hands, "You'd better be able to kill me, otherwise I will catch you in front of Schneider and fuck you hard in front of him!"

When Tang Jing heard Fisk's obscene words, an extreme murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The silver snow in his hand seemed to penetrate the space and chopped straight towards Fisk's neck.