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

Lester nodded, and then said: "Well, boss, I wish you a good time!"

Fisk gestured with the chainsaw in his hand.

He recently wanted to design a more convenient saw.

Bigger, spinning faster, sharper, and more deadly.

At the same time, it must feel good in the hand and must be smooth enough.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to wield it in your hand.

That will affect your movements during combat.

Follow the blood on the ground.

Fisk walked towards the small building in the distance.

The flames in Hell's Kitchen are under control.

As for the corpses that can still be found, they will be packed up and collected, and classified according to their types.

These guys wield supernatural powers.

In a sense, their corpses are perfect experimental subjects.

In particular, Fisk's biological laboratory is already being set up.

Fisk must plan ahead and collect in advance.

Otherwise, we might have to look for test subjects again.

His feet stepped on the blood on the ground.

Fisk approached the small building step by step.

The closer he got, Fisk could even smell the strong smell of rust.

But soon, he smelled a faint fragrance again.

It smells a bit like rose shower gel, the melodious floral scent is very charming.

He sniffed the air.

This smell is really good.

When Fisk smelled it, he felt that his whole body was filled with infinite power.

He couldn't help but walk forward.

But after walking a few steps.

Fisk suddenly frowned and then stopped.

He suddenly realized that he was here to hunt down Murdoch.

Rather than looking for fragrance.

He turned his head and looked around.

Only then did I realize that I had actually walked past that small building.

There was no trace of blood on the ground.

"There's something wrong with this scent!"

Fisk sensitively realized that the fragrance was the key to the problem.

"interesting!"

He pulled the gear, fired up the engine, and sent the chainsaw straight into motion.

Then he continued walking towards the small building.

Standing at the window on the second floor, with his face covered by a black mesh, he sighed softly, "I've been discovered!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Mark Murdoch lay on the ground with a pale face, his chest was pierced.

But at this moment, the wound was also covered with a layer of silver, gum-like colloid.

He couldn't utter a word.

Because his lung had been punctured.

If he could still speak in such a situation, there must be something fishy going on.

Blood was continuously oozing out of his mouth and nose.

Looks like he's not far from death.

The woman calmly glanced at Mark Murdoch lying on the ground.

He gently touched his lower back, took out a syringe and a respirator, and inserted them into Mark Murdoch's arm and mouth respectively. A gurgling sound followed, as if a balloon was about to burst.

However, Mark Murdoch's mouth, which had been coughing up blood, finally stopped spewing blood.

It looks like he has finally recovered a little.

The woman raised her head.

With a dagger in her hand, she coughed lightly, her voice full of magnetism, "Strong stimulants and assisted respirators will give you three minutes, filling your body with strength, but they can only last for three minutes.

You must do everything you can to escape from here. As long as you can escape from here, I can save you.

If you don't escape after three minutes, I will turn around and leave immediately.

Remember, I will only help you hold him back for three minutes."

Mark Murdoch forced himself to look towards the woman.

She was wearing a pearly white side-slit long skirt, just like a cheongsam. There were long side slits on both sides of the skirt, through which one could see her strong and powerful thighs. Under her slender white neck was a delicate collarbone. The low-cut skirt exposed a large area of ​​peaks that were whiter than the skirt, as well as the unfathomable ravine!

Don't be fooled by her tall figure, but she is very plump, especially when she wears high boots. The top of the boots is like plasticine, firmly tied to the legs, making her look even taller. She wears a black lady's hat on her head, and the mesh gauze blocks her eyes. It seems that you can see her whole face clearly, but in fact, you can't see what she looks like at all. She is very mysterious.

The woman turned to Mark Murdoch, and she felt the gaze sweeping over her body.

Laughed softly.

Then, the whole person suddenly disappeared from where he was.

It's as if it was refreshed out of thin air.

It was like entering another time and space.

Fisk looked at the small building.

He stepped forward and kicked the door open.

But then there were intensive explosions coming from behind.

A grenade hanging on the door exploded.

As the grenade exploded, flames and steel balls flew towards Fisk's face.

Fisk raised his palm and used his arm to block, allowing the steel ball to pierce the flesh on his arm and the blood to flow down his skin. However, he seemed to be fine, feeling no pain at all, and continued to walk towards the door waving the chainsaw.

Even so, there is still an unextinguished flame inside the door.

But it couldn't stop him from moving forward.

The fragrance and smell of blood in the air did not dissipate because of the grenade explosion.

Instead, it became more intense.

Fisk frowned.

The smell came from upstairs.

However, the layout of the rooms in the small building is very strange.

Because the stairs that I saw when I opened the door were gone.

In other words, his intuition told him that the stairs were right in front of him, but what he saw right in front of him was an empty living room with a sofa.

"Hallucination?"

Fisk's pupils contracted rapidly.

The world before my eyes turned into another color.

Fisk saw a flickering soul not far in front of him.

This soul is yellow, silver, or purple... The light of this soul is constantly changing, and in contrast to it there is another soul above his head.

Green soul.

The soul of Mark Murdoch.

Obviously, that constantly changing soul is the soul of the person who created the illusion.

When the woman looked into Fisk's deep eyes, she knew she was exposed. Without any hesitation, she retreated backwards.

As she moved, the layout of the room changed.

The originally empty living room became a small storage room.

It seemed as if if Fisk took a step forward, he would run headfirst into the solid wall.

At the same time, several round grenades rolled across the ground.

Fisk's eyes twitched, and then he kicked the only real grenade away. Then, completely ignoring the wall that was so close, he reached out with his big hand through the debris and the wall and grabbed the woman's head.

"You can actually see through my illusion!"

The woman's magnetic voice was full of disbelief.

She originally thought that Fisk was just sensing her presence, but she didn't expect that Fisk could actually see through her illusion.

Fisk didn't say a word and continued to chase after him with big strides.

The world before my eyes changed once again.

It turned into a wall, a wall covered with spikes.

But Fisk continued to charge forward without stopping. His huge body left many eye-catching footprints and indentations on the wooden floor. The violent vibrations spread to the ground, making a thunderous sound.

The woman was originally facing Fisk and running backwards.