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

"Sure enough, there are people there!"

After all, zombies can't create explosions.

Chapter 99: High heels in the corridor.

"How many thousand meters deep does this elevator go underground?"

"No, 10,000 meters... Oh my god, am I going to reach the center of the earth?"

As the elevator went down, Zhao Hailun's mood began to fluctuate. At first, she felt that it was nothing.

Because she had also been to many research facilities deep underground, but when the descending distance reached a certain depth, Zhao Hailun began to get nervous.

She couldn't help but reach out and grab Fisk's arm beside her.

The air here is obviously very rich and the temperature is suitable.

But Zhao Hailun's forehead was still covered with sweat.

Although Zhao Hailun is an expert specializing in cell histology.

But that doesn't mean she's an idiot about physics.

However, what was happening before her eyes was clearly impacting her cognition.

Fortunately, she is not one of those old stubborn people who regard the laws of physics as holy scriptures.

Compared to the collapse of the laws of physics, Zhao Hailun was more worried about his own life.

Fisk took the opportunity to hug Zhao Hailun.

He took her into his arms.

Zhao Hailun's face immediately turned red.

do not know why.

When he was close to Fisk, Zhao Hailun always felt like he had someone to lean on.

This feeling is really good.

Lester leaned against the edge of the elevator and slowly lit a cigarette.

Although, this is not the first time I have taken this elevator.

But every time I take the elevator down.

Lester still has different emotions.

There is resistance and excitement, but more of it is curiosity about the unknown.

Every time, Lester would keep checking the status of his weapons and ammunition.

Normally, besides two pistols, he also carried various items used for assassinations, such as miniature bombs, crossbows, or poison, but he never carried heavy weapons.

At most, a high-powered sniper rifle would be used when sniping at a long distance.

But now, every time before entering the elevator.

He would always subconsciously pick up his rifle, which had not been used for a long time but had fierce firepower.

There is only one purpose, and that is to ensure that one has enough combat power.

His natural throwing power is lethal to ordinary people.

He could easily kill an ordinary person with a coin, a playing card or a baseball.

However, coins, playing cards, or baseballs are simply not enough to kill zombies that are not afraid of pain.

Guns are still the most reliable.

Most of the prisoners also noticed that something was wrong.

The elevator was much deeper than they had imagined.

Such a deep place...could it be some secret laboratory?

Are they forced to participate in some extremely bloody human experiments?

The fear of the unknown made their faces solemn.

In comparison, the shooters who had been here once were simply nervous.

After all, they are the survivors selected by Fisk from the ocean of zombies.

Although, they walked out from a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

But he was still terrified by the ocean of zombies that was like a tide.

If possible, they would never want to come to this damn place again in their lifetime.

After all, for them.

It is no exaggeration to call this place hell.

Checked the time.

Fisk knew it was almost time.

He snapped his fingers, and Lester ordered his men to start building a heavy machine gun.

Last time, the elevator door was blocked.

Every failure is a learning experience.

In addition to heavy machine guns, the gunmen also carried a large number of magazines.

Even the backpack on his back was filled with prepared magazines, energy bars that could instantly restore his physical strength, and combat stimulants that could help him maintain combat status for a long time - morphine injections.

No one had any medicine.

This is because once caught or bitten, the final outcome is to become a zombie.

There is no need to use medicine at all.

Soon, two heavy machine guns were set up.

The heavy machine guns were aimed at the elevator doors from the left and right.

Crossfire can better prevent the zombies from rushing in.

The walls were covered with grenades that could be taken down and used directly.

Nearly ten gunmen squeezed all the prisoners into a small corner.

Fisk also stuffed a useful MP5 into Zhao Hailun's hand.

This made Zhao Helen's brows jump. She hesitated for a moment and handed the gun in her hand back to Fisk: "Boss, I am a member of the American Gun-Free Association and I am against gun ownership."

"Then you'd better quit the membership immediately, otherwise this year's membership fee will be paid in vain."

Fisk carried a heavy machine gun.

He put on the scorpion backpack and acted like an ancient general.

He tied the two chainsaws around his waist and slung them across his body.

It was because of his height that the top of the chainsaw did not fall to the ground.

If it were an ordinary person.

Faced with this oversized killing weapon.

It’s difficult to even hold it, let alone tie it to your body.

Lester walked over and fixed the titanium alloy armor on Fisk's exposed skin.

In addition, two gunmen came over with leg armor lifted.

These armors made by vultures look sturdy and huge, but in fact they are not exaggeratedly heavy. They are inlaid with extremely soft deerskin inside, which can fit the muscles and skin very well without any pain.

However, it is still very uncomfortable to wear. Even though it is tailored to Fisk's body, it still affects some of his movements.

But compared to being bitten by zombies or fighting those ugly lickers in close combat, the importance of armor becomes obvious.

Say something ugly.

It was just Fisk standing there for them to bite.

Even those sharp-tongued zombies had their teeth bitten to pieces.

It is also impossible to penetrate titanium alloy armor.

"Boss, do you want to take this knife too?" Lester took out a Japanese sword from the bag. It was the sword that belonged to the Japanese woman Tang Jing, and it was also Fisk's trophy.

Fisk took a glance and said, "Here you go. I don't need a Japanese sword."

"Thank you very much, boss."

Lester tied the knife behind his back without refusing anyone. He wore a long windbreaker, and the scabbard behind him was a head taller than him, slanting over his shoulder. He looked like a swordsman from the ronin era. If he had a bald head, he would probably look like an ancient Japanese ronin.

Like the other prisoners, Zhao Hailun had no idea what was going on.

However, they could all feel the increasingly oppressive atmosphere in the air.

And everyone had serious expressions on their faces.

"Lee, Cruz, you go operate the heavy machine guns, and the others will provide backup fire!"

Lester gave the order, and just as he finished speaking, the elevator door opened with a ding-dong sound.

Fisk glanced at them.

Then he pressed the elevator door switch.

"Hoohoho!"

“Crunch, crunch, crunch!”

The steel gate of the elevator opened with difficulty. It felt like it had not been oiled for many years. The scratching sound was like sandpaper scraping against an electric saw, which was extremely unpleasant and creepy.

This has never happened before.

However, when the first zombie squeezed its head through the gap.

Everyone understood that the reason why the elevator door was so difficult to open was because there were zombies like a tide outside, squeezing the elevator door violently. Under their influence, it was already quite difficult for the elevator door to open slowly.