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

The sound spread along the concrete ceiling and floor to the vicinity of the elevator.

Lester glanced at the small grid on the screen.

Nothing unusual was found.

However, the radio soon sounded, and the sentry said in a panic: "Mr. Lester, the cave entrance has been widened, and more people have come down, at least hundreds of them!"

Chapter 105 Three sisters!

"I told you to pull, so pull again!"

Fisk was stripped down to his underpants, with a rope made of curtains tied around his waist. He rested his hands on the glass. His sturdy body gleamed brightly under the dim light, and all the muscles in his body swayed with a metallic glow.

After saying this, Fisk immediately loosened his hand and plunged into the light yellow liquid. He approached the tall Bella as quickly as an arrow.

Bella is the eldest sister and the oldest one.

She is also the tallest of the three sisters, at 1.8 meters tall, with the same long, shiny black hair that falls down on her gray neck. Her facial features are a little bit like her mother's, and at the same time extremely delicate. Through the light yellow solution, Fisk couldn't see very clearly, but she had two crescent-shaped eyebrows and clear double eyelids. Her eyes were not big, but they were radiant with youth. Her eyes were slightly raised at the corners, making her look more charming. Her nose was straight, her charming lips looked soft and tender, her teeth were neatly arranged, and her two protruding canine teeth made her look even cuter. It was a pity that Fisk couldn't see clearly through the light yellow solution.

Bella wants to help Fisk.

But Fisk stopped him with his hand.

Fisk continued to swim downstream with great force, his target being the pursuer right below him.

In fact, if this guy didn't have a bomb installed in his body, Fisk wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. He could just smash the can open, pull out the pursuer below, tear it into pieces, and throw it back.

The further Fisk swam downstream, the greater the resistance he felt. He had no idea what this pale yellow solution was made of. The feeling of floating on it was extremely disgusting, but it had no taste at all.

Slowly, he finally approached the pursuer, approaching the head that was also gray and expressionless, and gently placed his palm on it. Fisk's eyes turned dark, and the next second a silver ball of light quickly spread along Fisk's palm into his body, while the pursuer did not move at all, but the soul light ball in his head disappeared.

Gently pull the needle off the pursuer's head with your hand.

Fisk's muscles all over his body were constantly wriggling, and he was ready for defense in advance, but deep down in his heart, he didn't feel any danger at all.

After about fifteen seconds without seeing any explosion, Fisk finally felt relieved.

He turned his body and swam upwards.

The space inside is quite large, much larger than it appears from the outside.

It should be because of the refraction of light that it seems quite small when looking inside from the outside.

However, when turning back.

Fisk suddenly saw a pair of feet, a pair of grayish-white little feet, Bella's feet.

Although her skin is grayish white, it cannot hide the fact that her feet are small and delicate. The skin on the soles of her feet is shiny and delicate, and through the delicate and translucent grayish white skin on the instep, tiny blue blood vessels deep under the skin can be faintly seen.

The shape of her feet is almost the same as her mother's, long and slender, soft as if without bones, with slender ankles yet plump and graceful curves, a slightly high arch, and skin texture visible on the heels. Her toes are symmetrical and neat, like ten thin green onions. Although there is no nail polish on her head, each toe is like a pearl in the deep sea.

The whole thing looks like a tulip bud about to bloom, full of fatal temptation.

Fisk pretended to need some leverage and gently stroked the little foot with his hand. While pulling out the troublesome needle, he wrapped his large palm around the entire foot, feeling the faint warmth coming from the skin. Fisk couldn't let go.

While he stretched out his hand and kept moving it around Bella's body, pulling out all the needles that were stuck on her black classical dress, his other hand was constantly kneading her pearl-like toes in the pale yellow solution.

Bella's body was also shaking continuously.

Feeling Fisk's palm, Bella's heart began to beat violently. She had a heart, but it beat as slowly as a vampire's. She couldn't remember how many years it had been since her heart beat so violently.

This feeling made Bella's whole body start to feel hot.

Fortunately, she was immersed in this light yellow solution at this moment.

Otherwise, you will be discovered immediately!

Soon, Fisk removed all the needles.

Although, she really wanted to continue like this.

But considering the strange smile in the eyes outside.

Fisk was still a little embarrassed, so he loosened his grip on Bella's feet, held her arm, and moved her upwards.

Fisk grabbed the edge of the glass wall, stretched his arms, and quickly got out of the yellowish mucus. The whole process took about three or four minutes, and during this time Fisk held his breath!

He gasped for air and pulled Bella out with him.

Bella felt powerless all over, like a puppet at the mercy of others.

This may really be because he stayed in the incubator for too long and was not used to the air outside, but it may also be due to some reasons that cannot be written down.

Who knows!

Fisk untied the ropes on his body, then smashed the lid of the second culture chamber with a punch and rushed in.

Cassandra was the second daughter of Dimitrescu.

Compared to Bella's height and maturity, Cassandra looked petite and cuter. Even through the disgusting yellowish mucus, Fisk could clearly feel the fresh breath coming from Cassandra, which looked as crystal clear as new green bamboo.

Her skin was as smooth as milk, and her long black hair fell vertically on her shoulders, floating in the light yellow mucus. She was nearly 1.65 meters tall, with delicate facial features and small ears, and looked very cute.

A pair of plump lips that made people want to take a bite. What surprised Fisk the most was that although she was wearing a black European aristocratic dress like her sister, the knee-length skirt could not cover the gray-black stockings underneath.

Yes, she was actually wearing stockings!

You know, her sister has bare legs.

Wrapped in the stockings, the two legs are crystal clear, soft and slender, and look very elastic, which makes Fisk feel a little itchy!

But what attracted his eye most were the feet, which were as tender as cabbage cores, and their fatness, width, and length matched the legs in stockings and the body shape perfectly, as if they were made by heaven and earth. The ten toes were as pretty as elves, with the toes slightly rolled inward and downward, like ten unmarried girls, with their heads lowered in shyness, and their toenails trimmed very neatly and cleanly.

As he swam downstream, Fisk's palm grasped a small foot without a joint, and his big hand clenched lightly. He swayed his body to block the palm with his body, and then placed his other hand on the pursuer's head.

Following the same method, he gently pulled out the soul light ball.

Fisk pulled the needle out of the pursuer's head and dragged Cassandra out of the jar.

Compared to Bella who was completely powerless.

Cassandra was in a slightly better condition. She held the edge of the glass wall with her hands, and then secretly looked at Fisk's strong muscles. She saw that Fisk's face was flushed, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were shooting towards her. Cassandra immediately turned her head away shyly, and then climbed out of the jar on her own. She was caught by her mother, who was only wearing a loose windbreaker and put on the ground.

He watched as his two sisters were rescued.

The youngest daughter, Daniela, was also somewhat impatient, but compared to her two older sisters, there was nothing about her that made Fisk pay attention to her, especially her height of only about 1.5 meters. Although her appearance looked as cute as a little rabbit, from another perspective, she looked as if she had not developed at all, which made Fisk not interested in her.

He shook off the mucus on his body.

He took a deep breath, and the hard skin that had grown on his body cracked and then automatically fell to the ground, bringing with it a lot of yellowish mucus that was stuck to his skin. Fisk felt his body cleared up and he felt a little more comfortable.

This pale yellow mucus is colorless and odorless.

But it feels like snot sticking to the body.

"Thank you, Mr. Fisk." Cassandra and Bella had already completely straightened their skirts. No one knew how they had done it, but they had easily wiped off all the yellowish mucus on their bodies.

Even the yellowish slime was gone from the skirt.

Daniela pouted and looked at her two sisters. She quickly turned into a ball of black flies, then flew out of her skirt and reassembled her body nearby.

Naked body!

She controlled a small group of flies to quickly clean the slime off her skirt.

And it's like it was deliberately shown.

He didn't care at all about the look from Fisk next to him.

“Daniella, what are you doing?

How can you be so rude? Put on your clothes quickly. "Daniela wanted to retort, but seeing the light flashing in her mother's eyes, Daniella could only lower her head and silently put on the gorgeous black dress.

Dimitrescu is the absolute superior in front of her daughter and has bloodline suppression.

Although her daughters also have their own personalities and consciousness, as long as Dimitrescu issues an order, they can only execute it unconditionally.

Although Dimitrescu and her three daughters look like humans, to some extent, they are more like a clan with a strict hierarchy. As the clan leader, Dimitrescu has the supreme right to speak, which is unquestionable.

"Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Fisk."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fisk, thank you for rescuing me."

"It's fine!"

Fisk waved his hand nonchalantly, turned to Dimitrescu and said, "Let's go. We have wasted a lot of time here. The signal from the radio station here can't be transmitted. If we don't hurry up, the people below will find us."

"I'll listen to you, Fisk." Dimitrescu smiled lightly, then turned around and glared at his youngest daughter.

Fisk also put on his clothes, but just as they were about to move upwards, a roar suddenly came from outside.

Fisk went to the window and looked out. At some point, a gray-white tank had rushed into the square below. Even though it was already dark, the fluorescent paint on the tank was emitting a dazzling white light, which was extremely eye-catching.

Following closely were more than a dozen motorcycles with steel shells on the cabs. Those steel shells were covered with sharp spikes. Surrounding the tanks and motorcycles were a large number of zombies, wrapping them tightly like a vast ocean.

However, because of the tanks weighing dozens of tons rushing around, these zombies had no way to form an encirclement.

In addition, those motorcycles look extremely fragile, but once they speed up, those sharp spikes can easily cut through the sea of ​​zombies like magical weapons.

Countless zombies fell down with their bodies twisted.

The motorcycles and tanks worked in perfect harmony. They were circling around the small square frantically. There was no sound of gunfire at all. They were completely relying on the kinetic energy provided by the engines to slaughter the zombies. They were like a millstone, crushing all the approaching zombies into minced meat.

More and more zombies appeared.

But it is still extremely vulnerable in front of tanks.

Fisk's pupils shrank as he saw several lickers with bloody bodies. They moved quickly among the zombies but did not attack them. They were just like wolves, just moving back and forth. Whenever the motorcycles approached them, they would retreat to the rear, fearing the sharp spikes on the motorcycles.

Gradually Fisk understood.

They weren't trying to attack themselves - they were commanding the zombie horde.

Yes, they were commanding the zombies like sheepdogs, constantly surrounding the motorcycles and tanks.

Although the encirclement was so fragile, several motorcycles were still surrounded by the zombies commanded by the Lickers, and were quickly knocked down and overwhelmed by the zombies. When the zombies dispersed, only a bunch of broken steel parts were left.

Seeing more and more motorcycles falling, the tank's main gun suddenly sprayed out a dazzling white flame. In an instant, the zombies, which were dehydrated and looked like dead branches, were immediately ignited by the flame. The Lickers turned around and ran in panic, but the tanks and motorcycles seemed to have found their target and chased after them.

Without the Licker's command, the zombie swarm, which was originally like an ocean, was immediately dispersed by tanks and motorcycles.

Some followed their instinct and began to avoid the flames, while others followed the tanks and motorcycles and continued to drive away.

Chapter 106 Zombies and Madmen!