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

Although Achina Dimitrescu was tall and looked like a giant, she was not ugly, especially her frame, which was very slender and the words "sturdy" did not really fit together.

Her snow-white and smooth shoulders were like jade, especially her long black wavy hair, which was not restrained at all. Her snow-white shoulders set off her slender white neck. The big black waves flowed down her neck. Without the cover of hair on her forehead, her different-colored eyes made her look full of indescribable charm.

But there was no trace of blood on her body.

The whole body is grayish white.

Except for the pair of eyes and black hair, the whole body seemed to have been stripped of color by a god.

Even on the tops of the towering mountains, there was no bright flame of life.

It looks a little weird.

You know, it's Monica, the female vampire.

There is blood all over the body.

However, if you look closely at this grayish-white color, you will find that it has a unique charm.

Achina Dimitrescu has no extra fat on her body. She has an attractive waistline on her abdomen and eight abdominal muscles neatly arranged, which looks extremely attractive.

Fisk's unbridled gaze.

It made Achina Dimitrescu feel a little embarrassed.

However, even so, there was no blood color on her body.

Fisk looked down again.

She lay in a dark corner against the wall.

Only the buttocks, most of which were wrapped in darkness, were vaguely revealed.

The gray-white long legs were completely exposed in front of Fisk's eyes. The straight, slender, and muscular calves were particularly attractive at the moment. Under the slightly raised ankles, the two feet were slightly arched and put together, the white and crystal toes were neatly arranged, and the black nail polish was clearly visible even in the dark.

Although Achina Dimitrescu's feet are many times larger than those of ordinary women, they do not look bloated.

From time to time, the two feet would stir against each other once or twice, as if they could not bear half of the high temperature still emanating from the ground.

Under the grayish white skin lines, faint blue veins extend to the exquisite instep. The blue and white fine veins dotted on the instep are full of indescribable temptation. The curve from the calf to the heel is also perfectly smooth, and the foot bones exude a jade-like luster.

Fisk couldn't help but stretch out his palm, wanting to grab it tightly in his palm and test whether his palm was bigger or her foot was bigger?

Achina Dimitrescu seemed to realize it belatedly and finally covered her body with her arms and hands. She moved her body uneasily.

Fisk took the cigarette and handed it over.

Achina Dimitrescu said thank you and was about to extend her hand, but for some reason, she suddenly tilted her head forward and caught the cigarette with her mouth.

When the head stretched over, the deep groove covered by the arm stared at Fisk like an abyss.

She quickly retracted her head and gently pinched the cigarette with her lips. A faint smoke floated around her gray lips, and Achina Dimitrescu's expression gradually relaxed.

"Achina Dimitrescu!" Achina Dimitrescu pursed her lips lightly, bit the cigarette holder with her teeth, and said her name.

“Fisk.

This is Lester.

Madam, are you a local here?" Fisk patted Lester on the shoulder, and the latter nodded and raised his palm to show that he had greeted him.

"Local?" Achina Dimitrescu blew out a smoke ring and shook her head. "I live in Northern Europe, in a small town isolated from the world. Snow and cold are the norm there. Storms are raging, and the only way to get in and out of the town is to take advantage of the only two months when it doesn't snow.

The people there rely on collecting expensive fungi in the mountains, and the most famous black truffles in Europe are produced there.

I had a castle there, dozens of maids, and three daughters.

However, all this happened a long time ago.

Umbrella's army razed my castle and captured my daughter and me. I can't remember how many years have passed since I was captured. During my time here, I spent most of my time in the freezer... It was quite similar to where I lived." While Achina Dimitrescu was talking, the cigarette in her hand was finished. She looked at the cigarette butt between her fingers with some disappointment.

She never smoked.

It’s not that she doesn’t know how to smoke, but she doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes.

But now, she really likes this feeling, this feeling of surviving a disaster.

There were dense footsteps in the distance.

Achina Dimitrescu's originally gentle face suddenly became serious.

Fisk also shifted his gaze over there.

After seeing the person coming.

Fisk waved.

"Stand still over there, don't come over here."

Zhao Hailun also limped along with them.

She was still holding the MP5 in her hand, and her clothes were soaked with the zombies' black blood.

"Boss, are you all right?"

"Even if you all die, I won't die!"

Fisk struggled to stand up, and the burnt skin on his body cracked into pieces and fell to the ground. The new skin grew back smooth and tender, and the whole person looked like a peeled egg, except that all the clothes on his body were burned, and not even a pair of underwear was left.

Achina Dimitrescu and Zhao Hailun couldn't help but glance over immediately.

The former licked his lips without leaving a trace, while the latter turned away his eyes shyly.

But the same words appeared in both of their minds.

"It's so big!"

Fisk asked a gunman to take off his coat and tie it around his waist. Then, as if remembering something, he asked a gunman standing far away to take off a large windbreaker and threw it over to Achina Dimitrescu. He used his body to block everyone's gaze, including Lester. "Ms. Dimitrescu, the clothes may be a little small, please make do with it."

Dimitrescu reached out to take the clothes and said shyly, "Thank you, Mr. Fisk."

The gunmen's eyes shifted over.

But they only saw Fisk's sturdy back.

Lester also stood up and walked forward without looking around.

"What are you looking at?

Want to die? "

He felt the gazes of the gunmen and immediately cursed, and the gunmen immediately turned their backs.

Zhao Hailun took a step forward and walked around Fisk.

She looked at Dimitrescu's huge body with some shock, and when Dimitrescu's gaze swept over her, she felt like she was being stared at by a wild beast, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Hailun still gritted his teeth and began to help Dimitrescu, covering his exposed body with his narrow windbreaker.

After being busy for a while, I cleaned up the battlefield.

Fisk walked over to where the explosion had just occurred.

The huge explosion not only left a big hole on the ground, but also blew through the ceiling. It was actually empty without any buildings. The sunlight came in through a gap the size of an adult man's head and shone on the big hole on the ground.

The black smoke continued to rise.

However, the pursuer who created this huge pit has disappeared without a trace.

However, his soul successfully strengthened Fisk's body!

Fisk raised his arm and placed it in the sun. An intense burning sensation immediately spread over his arm. The newly grown skin was not able to withstand the torture of the sun.

However, he just clenched his fists lightly, and the blood vessels and muscles under the skin began to wriggle violently. Then, the skin that was pink just now immediately turned bronze, and patches of skin bulged up and soon turned dark, like a hard turtle shell.

Tap your fingers lightly on it.

It was like hitting a steel plate.

Extremely hard.

Lester limped over, chewing an energy bar in his mouth, "Boss, there are less than a hundred people left. The others are dead. Many have been burned to ashes in the flames. Only some bones that were not burned clean were found.

However, the things we put in the elevator were all preserved intact and were not burned."

Fisk raised his hand and pointed at his arm. "One shot."

Lester raised his pistol and shot Fisk in the arm.

The bullet hit the skin, but instead of penetrating, it bounced back directly.

But it is not known whether Lester did it on purpose or it was just a coincidence, the ricocheting bullet penetrated into Fisk's chest muscles.

Lester shrugged to show that he didn't mean it.

Fisk didn't bother to scold him.

He pulled the bullet out, and then looked at his shot arm in the sunlight. It was like a turtle shell, with a tiny white spot left on the skin, but other than that, there were no more scars, not even the skin was cracked, and the white spot soon disappeared without a trace.

It seems that once you embark on the tank road, there is no way back.

After loosening his fist, the tortoise-shell-like skin quickly shrank and became soft, and finally became like a solidified blood scab, which was wiped off directly by the palm of the hand and turned into a piece of fragile dead skin.

That's pretty good.

After all, this thing feels very rough to the touch, and if it exists permanently, wouldn't it mean that Fisk will never be able to hug women again!

"Gurgle, gurgle!" His stomach growled, and Fisk touched his stomach and said, "Let's go, let's eat first!"

Chapter 102: Ms. Hachisha, do you want to leave here? It won’t be cheap!

"puff!"

Crisp gunshots rang out in the air, and the zombies on the roadside didn't even have a chance to change their heads. They lost their heads and fell limply to the ground.

It is literally like losing your head.

Because when the bullet hits the neck, the zombie's neck, which lacks moisture, cannot withstand the damage of the bullet at all, just like hitting a dry tree, it will break directly and the head will fall to the ground. Without the control of the central nervous system, the zombie will no longer be able to rush up like a beast.

Although, sometimes the head will still move around without losing consciousness, but compared to sometimes being unable to kill the zombie with one shot because of the hard skull, breaking the neck saves more bullets and time!

"Ada Wang! My aluminum can has overheated and has started to deform!" A complaining voice was heard within the team!

“Mine is deformed too!

There are too many zombies here, and the spare silencers are not enough!"