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

He stood in front of the Mexican, and without hesitation, he aimed at the head of the Mexican who was struggling and breathing fresh air. With the sound of the head breaking, the Mexican's head suddenly exploded like a watermelon, and part of the skull was directly flattened and deeply sunken into the neck.

Medlen's heart also began beating violently with the blow.

Lester struck out with the second hammer, which broke the neck of a Mexican who felt something was wrong and tried to run away. The broken spine pierced through his skin. Lester struck out with the third hammer, which was also very clean and neat. With just one strike, the hammer embedded itself into the Mexican's body, like a sharp blade. The hammer head embedded itself directly into the body and smashed through it. The hammer was even stuck between the bones.

Lester tried to pull it out several times but failed, so he just gave up.

Fisk seemed to be completely oblivious to the bloody scene.

"Mr. Medlen, let's make the second choice now.

You must choose carefully. "

Medellen didn't dare to choose.

This only chance for error is gone.

But he knew that he had neither the time nor the right to delay.

He didn't believe anyone would come to save him.

After a moment's silence, he pointed to a larger bag.

Lester walked over and opened the bag.

Inside, there were three young men with their hands and feet bound.

Two men and one woman.

Madlen breathed a sigh of relief.

This is his child for sure.

"Congratulations, Mr. Medlen!" Fisk applauded. "You are so lucky. Now hurry up and choose the third sack! But I have to remind you that if you choose the right one, you can all leave. But if you choose the wrong one, you can't leave!"

"I don't choose!" Medlen said suddenly.

"Oh!" Fisk's tone became high-pitched. "It looks like you've made a choice. Are you going to give up your wife and leave with your child?"

"Yes... I'd like to stay if I can, as long as you let them go."

"Two for three, this isn't a very good deal."

"They won't seek revenge on you. They don't even know who you are." Medlen pleaded.

Fisk shook the cigar in his hand and shook his head: "This deal is not worth it, make a choice quickly! I don't have time to waste here with you."

The pleading look on Medlen's face turned into despair again.

He was silent for a moment.

Pointed to a medium-sized sack.

"Are you sure, Mr. Medlen?" Fisk's tone was a little strange.

Medlen's heart moved.

I wondered if I had made the right choice.

Immediately said: "Yes, this is my choice!"

Fisk jumped out of his chair.

He walked to the front of the bag and tore it into pieces with a strong pull.

There was indeed a woman in the bag.

However, her body was blocked by Fisk's muscular body.

Medlen didn't even see clearly at first. Was that his wife?

This made his heart rise to his throat.

Fisk shook his head.

Then he grabbed the woman in front of him by her hair and pulled her up from the ground.

This is a black woman.

Not his wife.

Fisk grabbed the woman's neck, broke it and threw it aside.

This black man was trafficking children in Hell's Kitchen and got caught.

According to US law, considering that she is a woman and other related issues.

There is a high probability that the death penalty will not be imposed.

So we can only rely on Fisk's court.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Medlen, you made the wrong choice." Fisk's face no longer had any smile on it, but instead had a cruel and ferocious expression on it: "Now it's time for trial."

Fisk snapped his fingers at the vulture next to him.

The latter grabbed one of the bags without hesitation.

Then it flew into the sky and released its claws in the air.

Let the sack fall freely.

Although Medellen did not see who was in the sack, he understood that it should be his wife.

He immediately let out a scream.

But Lester stepped on his back and pressed him to the ground.

The beach is very soft.

But for a person falling from a height of one or two hundred meters, there is no difference between hitting the beach and hitting the concrete ground.

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, blood spurted out from the sack.

The free fall is over.

Fisk walked up to Medlen and said, "Lawyer Medlen, I'll give you one more chance." Fisk tore off all the straps on his hands and feet, then reached out to Lester next to him, who threw a pistol at him, "You commit suicide, and I'll let them go." He stuffed the pistol into Medlen's hands and said, "How is it? Does this satisfy your thoughts just now?"

Medlen looked at the heavy pistol in his hand.

Looking at Fisk's playful expression.

Madlen understood.

He never wanted to let himself and his family leave.

This is the real butcher.

He will not leave any handle that can threaten himself.

The regret in Medellin's heart was beyond words.

If he were given another chance to choose, he would definitely pick up the cup of coffee that Mark Murdoch placed in front of him and splash it on his face.

Even if I go to jail, it would be hundreds of times better than the current situation!

"Mr. Fisk, please let me go."

"Don't waste my time, I have a date soon." Fisk winked at the vulture, and immediately grabbed the edge of the sack with his claws, ready to take off and have another free fall.

Medlen looked at the pistol in his hand.

He pointed the gun at his own head, but just before shooting, Medellen suddenly turned his wrist and pointed the gun at Fisk's head in front of him.

In the dazzling firelight, the bullet pierced Fisk's forehead.

At such a close distance, it is impossible for ordinary people to dodge.

But Fisk is no ordinary man.

He dodged the bullet by slightly tilting his head.

Medlen continued to pull the trigger.

But then he discovered that there was only one bullet in the barrel.

The crisp sound of the spring jumping made Medlen turn his head suddenly.

In the distance, another sack rose into the air.

And with it comes the birth of a new free fall.

Fisk lifted the sack in his hand and pointed it towards the sea, then grabbed his neck and ankles and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Medlen." He then pulled hard. Medlen's fat body grew longer at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before the sack was about to fall to the ground, the sound of bone cracking sounded first, followed by the sound of muscle tearing.

The sound is extremely creepy.

The gunmen, whose hands were stained with blood, were horrified.

"Boom!"

Medlen's head was pulled off.

Medellen's thigh was also torn off.

Blood and internal organs gushed out of the abdominal cavity.

The sack in the distance once again brought the crisp sound of bones breaking.

Sticky blood and fat sprayed all over Fisk.

Extremely disgusting.

He threw the body to the ground.

Fisk took off his suit with disgust.

He wiped his neck towards the sack not far away.

The gunmen also picked up hammers.

However, they don't have the same sense of ceremony as Leicester.

He opened the bag and smashed it again.

Instead, he just smashed it through the bag.

Until all the people in the bags were smashed into a bloody mess.

They stopped what they were doing.