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

The crowd in front of him was already littered with corpses.

Nearly a quarter of them fell.

The corpses on the ground piled up in the blood stream that formed a river.

Although many people had teammates in front of them blocking the bullets, they still had injuries on their bodies.

After all, they are facing bullets with extremely strong penetrating power and extremely huge kinetic energy. Bullets do not stop moving after passing through a person's body. They will continue to consume the kinetic energy they carry until all the kinetic energy is exhausted.

Zhao Hailun's face was a little pale.

However, she was used to seeing corpses.

Therefore, he did not vomit it out, which is much better than ordinary people.

Looking at the massacre in front of her, she didn't say anything nonsense.

Because, she knew what Fisk would tell him if he wanted to.

Will definitely tell her.

Before she is told, she'd better keep her mouth shut and not ask any more questions.

Fisk took a few steps forward and stepped on a corpse whose head had been blown off. His huge weight bent the dead body, and the wound, from which brain and blood were still oozing out, pointed to the sky, and his dead eyes stared at the living criminal.

Fisk's eyes turned dark.

His eyes slowly scanned the heads of each criminal.

Staring at those light balls of different colors.

Most of the light balls are white, but among the surviving criminals, there are still many who have colorful light balls.

In the eyes of the living criminals.

They were all filled with unspeakable fear.

Under Fisk's gaze.

Their bodies, which were already terrified to the extreme, began to tremble uncontrollably.

Those deep black pupils seemed to penetrate their flesh and bones.

Look directly into their souls and peek directly into what they are thinking.

What they don’t know is that this is not an illusion.

Fisk flicked the cigarette in his hand and pointed at Zhao Hailun: "Just now, did you all want to eat this woman alive like a little lamb?"

No one answered Fisk's question.

Fisk laughed, "Don't be shy! Everyone loves beauty, it's normal. Besides, you've been in prison for such a long time, unless you're gay, I believe you'll have desires." Fisk put on a gentle smile, but then his face suddenly darkened, "I'll give you ten seconds. Just now, as soon as you looked at her, stand on the open space next to her."

After saying that, Fisk began the countdown.

The criminals looked at each other.

Just now, almost everyone was staring at Zhao Hailun.

More importantly, they couldn't figure out Fisk's temper.

However, someone soon set an example.

A man with a bullet wound on his arm walked out of the crowd and stood on the ground nearby.

With the first person taking the lead.

The rest is much simpler.

Soon, the surviving prisoners were divided into two groups.

There were many people in one group, and they all admitted what they had just done.

There was a small group of people, and they all refused to admit that they were just looking around.

Moreover, they all looked at their teammates who went out to surrender as idiots.

But what makes them disappointed and desperate is.

Fisk didn't even glance at them.

He waved his hand casually, and fire snakes once again spurted out from the muzzles of the surrounding guns.

Those prisoners who hoped to get out by chance all fell under the gun.

This is not some loyalty test.

It's a compliance test.

What Fisk wants are tools, not idiots with their own consciousness who like to be clever.

More importantly, he didn't like people lying to him.

The pupils move rapidly.

Whether it is a white ball of light or a colorful soul.

Fisk accepted all of them, but after eating these balls of light, they did not provide him with any help in terms of strength like Mark Murdoch's soul did. They just made him feel a little more energetic.

The team was suddenly reduced by half.

However, Fisk didn't care at all. He pointed to a large truck not far away that was obviously overweight and said casually, "Those who are still alive, go move things!" Halfway through his speech, Fisk seemed to remember something and said, "Kill all those who have injured their legs and feet! I don't want to be a burden."

This was said to Lester.

The latter grabbed the rifle on his back and began firing accurately.

Compared to the gunmen's poor shooting skills.

Lester's marksmanship is a joy to watch.

Every shot could accurately blow up the head of a wounded prisoner.

Those who are left only regret that their parents had not given them two more legs.

Some guys were clearly hit in the legs but they endured the pain as if nothing had happened, carrying packages weighing hundreds of kilograms and following the team at great speed.

Quickly carrying the packages, everyone walked into the freight elevator.

Lester would naturally go down with them.

Vultures are responsible for guarding the house.

Fisk also picked four of the surviving old gunmen to stay and help Vulture.

Of course, there was nothing worth stealing in this warehouse.

Fisk did this for only one purpose.

It is to ensure the safety of the elevator.

To prevent them from coming back.

The elevator door slowly closed.

The pale incandescent light flickered overhead.

Zhao Hailun smelled the bloody smell on those guys.

His head was dizzy from the strong smell of blood and rust, coupled with the strong sense of weightlessness in the space... Zhao Hailun felt that he could not suppress the nausea in his heart and vomited directly.

Fortunately, she finally suppressed this feeling, but her facial features had already become distorted and hideous due to the intense discomfort.

Fisk handed a handkerchief to Zhao Hailun, and then he said with some expectation, "Wait a minute, don't piss your pants!"

"Where are we going?"

"Hey, hell!"

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"Is this hell?"

This is the question Ada Wong asks herself every day after she wakes up.

Obviously yes.

This is hell.

Real hell.

Death is the luckiest thing in this hell.

But the biggest possibility is that even if you die, you will become an accomplice of this purgatory in the future, turning into a walking corpse and bringing death to more people.

When did the world become like this?

Ida Wong doesn't remember.

She didn't want to remember this either.

Because nothing can be changed, everything has become a foregone conclusion.

This is purgatory for the living and paradise for the dead!

"puff!"

The dense sound of silenced gunfire became a regular alarm clock in the camp.

This silencer made of aluminum cans is something that every doomsday hunter must learn to make. Unless you want to attract a tide of zombies, you'd better learn how to make this thing.

He struggled to sit up from the bed.

On a soft sky blue Simmons mattress.

It was covered with shotgun bullets that I had made before I fell asleep the night before.

She called this special shotgun bullet Dragon Eye.

Because when it hits a person, it will leave an eye-shaped crater.

Ada Wong frowned.

Struggling to sit on the edge of the bed.

She picked up the Coke that was on the bedside table.

Drinking the fresh rain water in big gulps.