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

It was like a sharp nail piercing into the bone.

The sound was particularly eye-catching.

John Smith screamed immediately.

He kept twisting his body, as if trying to vent the pain in his heart.

But Lester licked his lips excitedly, and smashed John Smith's other intact kneecap with another hammer, his tone bloody and cruel. "If you don't say anything, I will break your only remaining hand."

"Go to hell, you damned bastard," John Smith cursed, "I will never let you go even if I go to hell. I will crawl out of hell and smash you into pieces bit by bit with a hammer."

"You look quite energetic. I hope you can be as energetic as this in a while." Lester threw away the hammer, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and at the same time untied the tape that had been stuck on John Smith's eyes.

Lester raised his pistol and took out a sharp bullet from the ammunition bag hanging on the right side of his back: "Do you know what kind of bullet this is?

Haven't you seen it before?

Hehehe, I won’t tease you anymore.

This is my special dum-dum bullet!

After coming into contact with flesh and blood, it will explode directly and turn into countless sharp steel fragments.

The braking performance far exceeds that of all bullets on the market.

It is almost impossible to clear out all the shrapnel.”

Lester pointed the gun at John Smith's calf.

"Unless you are made of iron, you will be left with a lifelong disability after this shot." John Smith looked at Lester with resentment, but still kept his mouth tightly shut, refusing to reveal a word.

Lester looked at his defiant expression.

Suddenly, he pointed the gun at Jane next to him!

"You seem to be a tough guy.

But I don’t know if you are a tough guy who loves his wife.”

A creepy feeling spread throughout Jane's body.

Although she couldn't see, she could hear it clearly.

At the same time, she could feel it.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at him without him realizing it.

She immediately began to shake violently.

Trying to dodge bullet attacks by swaying.

"Clap!"

But Lester put the muzzle of the gun directly to Jane's lower abdomen.

The finger on the trigger tightened.

It seemed that Jane would have to eat liquid food for the rest of her life.

An expression of struggle gradually appeared on John Smith's face.

He did know who had issued the mission.

But if this were to be spoken out loud, then the couple would be dead.

The door was opened again.

Fisk walked in from the door.

Lester shrugged and put away the pistol.

This made John Smith look relieved.

However, he saw a trace of pity in Lester's eyes.

It's as if he's feeling sorry for himself.

Fisk stretched out his hand and slowly pinched Jane's chin, his fingers sliding across her smooth skin. The lipstick on the corners of her mouth was smudged, and her hair was messy. She looked very embarrassed. Jane swayed her body, trying to dodge.

But how could Fisk's power be comparable to hers?

"Mr. John Smith, you now have one last chance.

Tell me, who wants to kill me?

Otherwise, don't regret it later!" Fisk sneered, and his palm slowly slid to Jane's fair neck. Lester turned and left the room at the right time, leaving the rest of the stage to Fisk.

"What are you going to do?"

"Of course it's an interrogation!" A cruel smile appeared on Fisk's face. Under the dim light, half of it was bright and half of it was dim, like a demon walking out of hell. John Smith only took one look at him and no longer had any desire to resist.

Chapter 116 Harry, don’t look at Gwen, look at your mother.

"simple!"

John Smith looked at his wife who was lying on the ground and twitching, with tears and snot streaming down her face. He cried miserably, but it was of no use at all. Fisk, holding a torn red evening gown in his hand, casually wiped the sweat off his body.

The granite-like muscles were covered with fresh and bloody bite marks.

Throwing the torn evening dress on Jane.

Fisk lit a cigar and raised his foot to step on Jane's head.

"Mr. Smith, are you still not going to tell me?"

Jane was still twitching. Although she was a well-trained female killer, she could not withstand Fisk's inhuman existence. What's more, Fisk had no mercy on women.

After all, Fisk will not show mercy to those who want to kill him.

"You, damn bastard."

"It seems like you're not ready to say it yet, so should I do it again?"

"No, I'm telling you... that man's code name is Meerkat, and he's the mayor of New York City, Russell. He... has offered a reward of two million for you!"

"Don't say it, no..." Such consciousness was already blurred, but she still struggled to make her husband not say it, but it was too late. Fisk stepped hard on Jane's head, with a cruel smile on his face, "Shh, you are mine now, you can only speak when I let you speak!" Fisk said, pinching Mr. Smith's neck, "Sorry, Mr. Smith, thank you for not cooperating.

So, your wife belongs to me!" After saying that, he broke his neck.

Jane seemed to feel that her husband's life was rapidly fading away. She had no strength to move at all and could only tremble on the spot.

He struggled violently again.

However, how could she resist Fisk's strength? Fisk just gently stepped on her and put her back on the ground. "I said, you are mine now!"

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"Boss!" Lester looked at Fisk, "Do you want it?" Lester said as he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"You're crazy!" Fisk compared the tie in his hand to the mirror, saw Lester's action, and said in an exaggerated tone: "The acting mayor is also the mayor! He is a legal official of the United States of America.

Do you really think I'm a natural born killer?"

Lester wiped his nose but said nothing more.

Sister Maria brought in a few more ties from outside. She was still wearing a loose nun's robe, but it used to have the bloodthirsty Maria logo printed on it, but now it didn't.

"What do you think of this tie?

Isn't it a bit exaggerated?" Sister Maria raised her golden tie and said to Fisk with a smile.

Lester said nothing more when he saw Sister Maria come in.

Turned around and went out.

Fisk looked at the golden tie and reached out to take it. "I think it's okay!"

"What about this one?" Sister Maria held up another blue tie.

"This one will work too!" Fisk reached out to take the tie, but Sister Maria dodged Fisk's hand, came over with the tie, tied it around Fisk's neck with her own hands, and leaned her body involuntarily into Fisk's arms.

Fisk looked at Sister Maria with some surprise.

This was the first time he saw Sister Maria being so proactive.

Fisk naturally had no reason to refuse, and he put his hand around Sister Maria's waist, but he felt Sister Maria's heartbeat was very fast, as if she was worried about something: "What's wrong, Maria?"

Maria blushed slightly, and a golden shy light slowly flashed across her angelic face. She pursed her lips and lowered her head: "Ena Maynard has been looking for a woman named Angela these days."

Fisk was stunned.

Angela Maria?

Sister Maria!

There's no connection between these two people, right?

Fisk had never given it much thought before.

He just thought.

The two just have the same name.

After all, there are too many people with the same name in this world.

But now it seems.

It may not be as simple as you imagine.

Reaching out and gently straightening Sister Maria's face, Fisk stared at her evasive eyes and said softly, "I asked Ena Maynard to find you, Sister Maria?" Fisk's voice was so gentle that Sister Maria couldn't help but lower her head, "Little Fisk... Angela Maria is... my sister."

After Sister Maria finished speaking, she looked at Fisk with some trepidation, and by the end of her speech, her voice had dropped so low that it was barely noticeable.

"what?"

Fisk didn't hear it very clearly.

The voice sounded somewhat doubtful.

However, he reacted quickly.

"Angela Maria is Sister Maria your sister?"

"Yes!" Sister Maria nodded, her tone full of pleading, "Please! Don't kill her, okay?"

Fisk looked at Sister Maria's pitiful appearance, lowered his head and kissed her gently, "Don't worry, Sister Maria, I'm not a natural killer.