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

Chapter 100 Don't be afraid, Ms. Hachisha!

"roll!"

Lester mercilessly kicked out a prisoner.

He hid himself behind the pillar where the prisoner was hiding.

He pressed the wound on his arm and used a knife to dig out the bullet that was embedded in the bone but had not penetrated.

Just one shot.

There was almost no usable flesh left on one of Lester's arms.

More importantly, Lester hardly saw who shot him, nor did he know the model of the gun.

However, with this shot, Lester knew that this guy's shooting skills were several times better than his own.

Because Lester saw where the gunfire flashed.

And, twist the body to dodge as soon as possible.

But even so, the bullet still pierced his arm.

He used a knife to dig the bullet out of his arm.

This is the most common brass bullet.

There are no high-tech modifications.

It is a pure brass bullet, but the specifications of the bullet far exceed the general millimeter level and reach the centimeter level. No wonder just an ordinary bullet can burst out such powerful lethality.

The prisoner that Lester pushed out.

He looked gloomily at Lester who was occupying his seat.

He hesitated for a moment.

In the end, I just swallowed my anger.

Turn around and run straight to the stone pillar next to you.

But he had just started running when a black shadow flashed before Lester's eyes.

It was like the scythe of the god of death, chasing after the soul and killing, instantly piercing through the unfortunate guy.

It was a real hole, the kind that was transparent from front to back, just like the treatment given to lawyer Mark Murdoch. The big hole in the chest allowed one to clearly see the shattered internal organs, the broken spine, and a small half of the heart that was exposed and still beating.

But, as the blood flowed out.

He slowly fell to the ground.

His eyes were filled with resentment.

It looked like he would never be able to get revenge on Lester.

The body fell to the ground.

The gun in his hand also fell to the ground.

All the people hiding behind the pillars were silent.

Lester tore open his clothes and wrapped the wound.

He could feel that the wound had begun to heal.

This was a good thing, as it meant that the bullets were not coated with poison. To be honest, Lester felt that he had not actually lost anything by being forced to owe Fisk pounds. Instead, he had made a huge profit.

As someone who came out of the Ministry of Defense.

Lester was aware of many of the projects being studied by the U.S. Department of Defense.

Like the gamma ray project led by General Ross.

There is also a mechanical solution to eliminate mutants that a dwarf major general is researching.

Lester even knew that a research laboratory that might be researching a single-soldier recovery combat device had spent more than $2.7 billion in research and development funds from the U.S. Department of Defense last year alone, but what they came up with in the end could only allow frogs to recover in a very short period of time.

Even so, it still received attention from the Ministry of National Defense and received more funding.

In comparison, if the bottle of medicine I drank was sold to the US Department of Defense, let alone the few pounds, the US Department of Defense would buy it even if the price was ten times higher!

"puff!"

The bullet hit the reinforced concrete pillar behind him, and the violent vibration passed through the wall and spread to Lester.

Almost at the moment he felt the vibration, Lester threw out a small mirror. His eyes were fixed on the mirror, trying to see through the mirror where the person who fired the shooter was.

Soon, he saw what he wanted to see.

But almost at the moment he saw it, swear words burst out of Lester's mouth.

"*** you!"

Finally, he quickly leaped towards the next support pillar.

And just as he jumped out, a rocket sprayed with golden light hit the support column where Lester had just stood, and the blazing flames instantly enveloped the entire support column.

The rocket's warhead explosives and shrapnel might not be able to penetrate the support column and injure Lester.

But, this is a firebomb.

The power of the explosion and the shrapnel on the rocket head are actually the least insignificant sources of damage for this rocket. Its real lethality comes from the burning explosives added with white phosphorus powder.

That was a flame that, once started, could not be extinguished. The corners of Lester's mouth twitched slightly, and he was glad for his decisiveness.

But I didn't have time to catch my breath.

In the distance, the sound of breaking wind was heard again.

Lester's forehead was deeply wrinkled.

He drew the pistol from his waist.

He fumbled in the ammunition bag for a while until he pulled out a magazine that was completely red.

He rolled out of the support column quickly.

Shoot at that rocket.

But it was not until then that he realized that the target of this rocket was not himself, but a tall woman who looked almost three meters tall, wearing a pair of high heels and a white wedding dress.

The woman was jumping in high heels behind the dark support pillars.

No matter how fast she ran, her high heels were always firmly planted, with the soles of her feet landing first, followed by the fragile-looking cylindrical heels.

Lester suddenly fired, and the bullet collided accurately with the rocket.

"puff!"

The rocket warhead exploded, and the bullet shot by Lester also merged with the flames, and no one knew where it flew to.

The woman took this opportunity to hide behind a support column.

Hiding right next to Lester.

Looking at the thin Lester.

A smile suddenly spread across the pale face of the woman, "Thank you, gentleman!"

"You're welcome." Lester pointed the gun at the woman and said, "Tell me, who are you?

Otherwise, I'll blow your head off." The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, and said in an extremely ambiguous tone: "Don't be so formal.

Now we are on the same front, if we want to get out alive, we have no choice but to cooperate."

The woman hadn't finished speaking yet.

Lester had already fired.

Three shots fired at once.

The shape of the font blocked all the space the woman could move.

But to Lester's slight disappointment, three black insect balls wrapped around his explosive bullets.

Explosive bullet, a bullet that sacrifices flight speed.

The flying speed is much slower than that of ordinary bullets.

Ordinary people can dodge it as long as they are farther away.

But in the hands of Lester, a man with superb throwing ability.

But no one can escape it at all.

What's more, the distance is so close. Even if the initial velocity of the muzzle is slower than that of ordinary bullets, not everyone can dodge it at such a close distance.

But the woman in front of him released three groups of black insects from somewhere.

It tightly wrapped around the explosive bullet.

Then, at the moment before the warhead exploded, it carried the three bullets and flew towards Lester again.

Lester turned and ran.

Dash to the next support column.

But a bullet came from a distance and slid past his lower abdomen.

The bullet didn't officially hit Lester though.

His entire body was not pierced.

However, it left a deep scar on Lester's lower abdomen, and his bulletproof vest was pierced. His feet went soft and his whole body turned into a rolling gourd. He couldn't help but roll on the ground until he leaned against another supporting pillar and temporarily stabilized his body.

"*** you!"

He was sure that it was a revolver like the Elephant pistol.

Moreover, he saw it clearly.

It was a guy who was about the same height as the woman in front of him.

Wearing a bulky army green windbreaker.

He held a gun in his left hand and a bazooka on his right shoulder.