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

It’s just that the distance is still a bit far.

Lester couldn't see what his face looked like.

Sitting against the stone pillar, Lester bandaged the wound on his lower abdomen.

While looking at the woman in the distance.

Looking up at the mocking smile on the woman's face.

Lester threw the grenade without saying a word.

It’s just that the grenade was thrown behind him.

"What are you doing?" The woman's tone seemed as if she had thought of something, and there was no gentleness in her voice.

"You'll find out soon."

While they were talking, the sound of dense footsteps suddenly came from the distance.

A figure in a coat rushed towards this side quickly.

Even by listening to the heavy footsteps, Lester could already feel the power contained in that huge body.

The woman opposite also had a serious expression on her face.

She seemed to be saying something, "Damn humans, they actually prepared such a back-up plan..." But because the distance was too far, Lester couldn't hear clearly. He only saw that the woman's originally flawless white fingers naturally turned black and elongated, and in the blink of an eye they turned into two hideous and terrifying, sharp claws like rotten vines.

Then it stuck tightly to the supporting pillar, not moving.

It's like a jumping spider lying on the wall, waiting for its prey to approach.

As the footsteps got closer.

The owner of the footsteps suddenly slowed down.

And the sound was getting smaller and smaller, as if the mute button was pressed.

Lester pursed his lips nervously.

Just when the footsteps were only a few meters away from him.

He immediately rushed out from the supporting column, pointing the muzzle of the gun in his hand at the ceiling, but all the bullets turned at a very twisted angle the moment they touched the ceiling, and finally hit the body and head of the military coat.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

It's just like the firecrackers set off during the Chinese New Year.

The military coat caught fire in an instant.

But the ridiculously large revolver was still firing.

He was even trying to do two things at once, using the rocket launcher on his shoulder to accurately shoot the rocket at the support pillar next door, targeting the woman hiding behind the support pillar.

Lester only had time to block his chest with the pistol. The next second he flew out and fell heavily to the ground. The pistol broke in the middle. The flying steel fragments pierced Lester's intact palm. The blood flowed down his fingers to his wrist and slowly seeped into the deep of his clothes. A pistol-shaped dent appeared on the bulletproof vest worn under the clothes.

He lay on the ground, coughing up blood.

Both hands are scrapped.

Lester had almost lost all his ability to fight.

The woman wasn't much better.

The rocket exploded on the side of the stone pillar.

Although she rushed out one step ahead, she still seriously underestimated the power of the rocket. Her whole body was immediately wrapped in flames, and her white dress and the hat on her head were both on fire.

But the flame came quickly and went away quickly.

Black mist rose from the surface of the woman's body for no apparent reason.

Immediately afterwards, the flames that had been burning all over his body disappeared without a trace.

All that was left was the dress that had been burned like a beggar's clothes and half of the hat.

She simply stopped wearing a hat.

Revealing the black and shiny wavy hair underneath.

Although this woman's skin was grayish white and she was nearly three meters tall, standing there like a statue, it was undeniable that this woman was indeed very beautiful.

Her hair is as black as lacquer, soft and slightly wavy, swaying in the wind, her eyebrows are long and elegant, her eyes are big and bright, like two shining beads, her face is exquisite and beautiful, her facial features are picturesque, her deep eyes exude a mysterious charm, her long eyelashes tremble slightly, as if she is an angel with broken wings, making people want to take a second look.

What's more important is that at this moment, the dress she was wearing was burned to tatters by the flames and full of holes, revealing large areas of grayish-white skin. Although this color looked a little scary, it still attracted people's attention.

However, the next second.

But this woman was as ferocious as a cheetah and pounced on the military coat, "Damn bastard, this is my favorite clothes!" and as she pounced forward, her hideous and hateful palm stabbed fiercely at the chest of the military coat. Lester had no doubt about the sharpness of the claws.

But facing the woman's fierce attack.

The military coat was not at all panicked, and the rocket launcher on his shoulder fired another rocket.

The woman's pupils were dilated.

She originally thought that the opponent had run out of rockets, but she didn't expect there was still one left!

"Damn it, it's over!"

She waved her deformed palm and blocked it in front of herself. The hideous-looking palm protected her body tightly, but even so, she was still enveloped by the shock wave and flames of the rocket explosion, and she let out a miserable howl.

The screams even made Fisk, who had just arrived at the scene, frown.

However, the flames soon went out again, leaving only a few pieces of clothes on the woman's body that had not been burned completely, sticking in vain to her snow-white skin.

All the other clothes were burned in the flames.

And her arm could no longer maintain its hideous shape and returned to its original appearance.

Although there were no obvious wounds on her body, anyone could feel that she was seriously injured and dying at this moment.

Fisk's gaze greedily rippled over the woman's exposed skin, but then he felt a needle-like murderous intent pressing against his forehead.

He looked up and found that there was a man in a military coat standing in front of him, raising the revolver in his hand and pointing it at his chest.

His movements were stiff like a robot, but his face, hidden by the collar of his military coat, contained a pair of bloodthirsty eyes without any emotion.

"careful!"

The woman on the ground issued a warning, her voice filled with weakness.

But Fisk said nonchalantly, "Don't be afraid, ma'am, I'm here, he can't hurt you."

Chapter 101 Madam, where are your clothes?

The Eight-foot Lady - Achina Dimitrescu looked at Fisk, who was standing in front of the gun without trying to dodge, with a look in her eyes as if she was looking at an idiot.

She could smell the strong scent of Fisk, which meant that Fisk was a living person.

Although, she could also feel the explosive power contained in Fisk, but no matter how powerful he was, he was just a living person.

It seems that this is another stupid and arrogant human being.

Achina Dimitrescu slowly struggled to her feet and escape.

"boom!"

Elephant pistol.

The so-called elephant pistol.

In fact, it does not refer to a single type of pistol.

Rather, it refers to a pistol with an incredibly large caliber.

Hunting an elephant with one shot is no joke.

"boom!"

Fisk had nowhere to hide, and he couldn't hide at all.

This gun is useful at long range.

There is also the possibility of escape.

In close range situations... unless you have the ability to foresee it in advance, or extremely fast reaction speed.

Otherwise, just wait to be shot!

Unfortunately, Fisker doesn't have super reaction speed.

At the same time, there is no ability to foresee the future.

However, it doesn't matter.

What it lacks in speed, it makes up for in health.

Fisk stood there, with a big hole in the titanium alloy armor on his chest, blood and flesh all over the place, and even the pale edge of his ribs could be seen.

But Fisk stood there motionless, as if the huge impact force carried by the bullet did not exist at all.

He raised the heavy machine gun in his hand, aimed at the military coat opposite, and walked towards the military coat step by step.

There is a ball of copper-red soul light in the military coat's head, which is extremely eye-catching, but it does not match its huge size, which is only the size of an ordinary adult man's fist.

The bullets from the heavy machine gun quickly tore the green military coat into a long green strip. Black blood spurted out from the bullet holes. The hideous and hateful muscles covered with black blood vessels were intertwined with each other, like the roots of a big tree, entrenched under the body wrapped in the military coat.

The pursuer.

A powerful biochemical tyrant, whose brain is completely controlled by a set program, cold and ruthless, but at the same time possesses extremely powerful recovery ability, accurate shooting ability, and a chip that can adjust the combat mode at any time.

They are the last defenders of this place.

Once a terrible monster is released from its cage, they will be activated at the same time and start hunting down these terrible monsters until they kill the so-called monsters. Then they will return here and continue to sleep.

The prisoners went upstairs to find a way out, but accidentally released the lady, thus activating this big guy. All the actions of this big guy are controlled by the computer chip in the brain, and it will kill all living things except those who are judged by him as non-threatening.

The eight-millimeter bullet struck the pursuer.

Beat it and make it retreat again and again.

The same bullet hitting Fisk made his steps forward become steadier and faster. Although one was moving forward and the other was moving backward, the distance between them was constantly shrinking.

Fisk withstood the opponent's firepower and successfully stood in front of the opponent in more than ten seconds.

Standing in front of the pursuer who was half a body taller than him, Fisk looked up at his ugly and terrifying face. His body was covered with holes the size of a baby's fist, but he seemed to be fine. At the same time, not a drop of blood flowed out of these holes. They seemed more like unconventional and unique decorations.