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

Everyone's eyes immediately flew towards the window.

Fisk also turned his head away subconsciously.

The bus had not yet left downtown New York, having just passed through the most famous villa area in Queens, and was now on Queens Boulevard. In the distance, tall buildings rose one after another, like mountains, one higher than the other.

Sometimes, even Fisk has to sigh.

Human beings are indeed constantly creating miracles.

In such a plain area close to the coast, it may take nature billions of years to create such rising and falling mountains.

But humans are able to create it in a very short time.

His eyes quickly swept between the tall buildings.

Fisk soon discovered the root cause of people's doubtful voices.

It was a baby in red and blue mesh pajamas. He kept waving his arms and spewing out white spider silk, swinging back and forth quickly between the high-rise buildings. He moved very quickly, and the spider silk was like a swing, quickly passing from one end of the city to the other.

The teenagers all stared at the Spider-Man running between the buildings with excitement. They didn't know that this Spider-Man was Peter Parker, whom they usually looked down upon. If they knew, they might not be so excited now.

Gwen stared at the figure expressionlessly.

He tutted softly and turned his head back.

However, Fisk could still feel that Gwen had some yearning, and she also wanted to be the focus of everyone's attention.

"Gwen, are you envious?"

"No, Mr. Fisk!" Gwen blushed slightly, and immediately lowered her head shyly, as if her little secret had been revealed.

"really?"

"Mr. Fisk!"

Gwen hit Fisk's arm coquettishly, causing Fisk to smile and rub her head hard...

Chapter 117 Russell's Struggle

Just as Fisk was leaving New York.

Leicester is also working overtime.

Leaning against the wall, listening to the sirens coming from outside, he reached out and took a bullet from his bulletproof vest.

He didn't expect that after spending all day hunting geese, he almost got his eyes pecked by a goose.

I originally thought that this was just an ordinary killer organization that couldn't be more ordinary.

But I didn't expect to encounter the legendary - the curved bullet.

Lester held the bullet.

Various complex runes are engraved on the warhead.

If you look closely, they look like the bytes in the Bible.

A strange curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"interesting!"

During the Civil War, many bounty hunters went to the battlefield in the United States. Their purpose in going to the battlefield, in addition to making enough profits, was to find gunmen who could match them.

Because, at that time, all bounty hunters were the best shooters. The longer they lived, the more legendary their marksmanship became. After reaching a certain point, most bounty hunters had made enough money. For them, money was no longer important, and winning or losing was the most important.

Therefore, they all embarked on a journey to find their opponents.

In order to be legal, they joined the army and fought on the battlefield.

Today, the Civil War has been over for many years.

Bounty hunters have long become half history.

Although the remaining bounty hunters still exist, most of them have turned into security companies or mercenary companies that offer rewards for living people for various police stations.

Lester hasn't found a shooter of the same level as himself for many years. Relying on his natural throwing ability and continuous hard training and efforts, Lester's shooting skills can be ranked among the top ten in the world.

This is not self-boasting.

Rather, it is the reputation of killing people with one shot after another.

After replacing the new magazine, the sirens outside the window became more and more shrill. Lester began to rummage through the filing cabinet next to him, knowing that the gunman was still nearby.

However, he was not panicked at all. He had the same quick recovery ability as Fisk, so even if one or two shots hit his head, it would not necessarily kill him.

But the other party certainly does not have such ability.

This means that Leicester has room for error and he has the advantage.

Under such circumstances, Lester would naturally not be afraid.

"Chirp!"

There was a shrill scream outside the window.

The vultures have arrived nearby.

Lester is even less panicked now.

He searched through the entire filing cabinet and finally found what he was looking for. It was evidence that Mayor Russell had hired someone to kill someone - this killer organization was not ethical. Not only did they leave behind a contract record, they also left behind a CD.

Although he had not seen the contents of the CD, Lester could basically guess that the contents of the CD must be related to Mayor Russell's murder.

After getting what he wanted, Lester walked to the window.

I was about to climb out of the window, but at that moment, I suddenly felt a stabbing pain from behind.

Almost instantly, Lester turned around and kept pulling the trigger towards the air behind him, and at the same time, gunshots were heard outside the room. Bullets collided in the air one after another. Lester closed his eyes and began to quietly feel the other side's gunshots and the ballistic ripples from the bullets.

When the opponent is invisible.

What the eyes see is not as important as you think, because it takes time for what the eyes see to be transmitted to the brain, and then for the processing results to be returned to the palm from the brain. For bullets, this time is enough for them to penetrate the enemy's body several times.

Closing your eyes can actually reduce the load on your brain.

Bullet after bullet flew out from Lester's gun.

The sound of ding ding ding continued to ring in the air.

Lester relied on his own perception and moved the muzzle of the gun slightly.

Two completely different types of bullets kept colliding in the air.

All of Lester's bullets were dum-dum bullets.

When the bullets shot from a distance collide with each other.

Lester's bullets exploded one after another, and countless tiny metal fragments hit the wall not far away, leaving dense dents.

And each of the bullets shot in from outside the door was not in a straight line, or in a decaying shooting trajectory, but in an S-shaped, or even a curved flight trajectory, constantly circling in the air, and then shooting towards Lester.

But unfortunately, even though these bullets were more difficult to capture, none of them could hit Lester.

Even if the angle was several times more tricky, Lester could still capture and hit it easily.

Lester is like a butterfly dancing among the flowers, passing through the numerous flowers without getting a single leaf or body touched.

until--

"Crack!"

The sound of the trigger pod made Lester's heart tighten.

Then came a heavy blow to the chest.

Lester had actually captured the opponent's trajectory, but because he was concentrating so much that he forgot to count his bullets, the bulletproof vest on his chest was deeply dented.

However, Lester suddenly opened his eyes and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

With the help of the impact force provided by the bullet.

Lester fell directly out of the window and fell downwards.

This startled the gunman hiding outside the door.

Walk into the room quickly.

But before he could rush to the window, he saw Lester suddenly flying up from below, with a rocket launcher in his hand.

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Without any hesitation, the killer in the room immediately fled the same way he came, but it was too late. The recoilless rocket launcher made a deafening roar, and the orange-yellow tail flame with a black bullet hit the wall of the room.

The next second, the flames were accompanied by a deafening roar, causing the entire building to shake violently, and the vulture turned and flew away, dragging Lester safely.

But at this moment, a white spider silk sprang up from below and quickly stuck to Lester's body, and then a huge force came from the spider silk.

The two people who were flying upwards suddenly fell down.

Lester looked down and found that on the top of the building that had just exploded, there was a baby in pajamas, constantly pulling at the spider silk in his hand like a tug-of-war.

The vulture's rapid ascent stopped in the air.

I can't go up, and I can't come down.

This guy has tremendous power.

Even though the vulture kept flapping its wings, it just couldn't fly upwards.

Lester raised his gun and shot, and the pajama baby immediately dodged.

However, the spider silk on his hand was still firmly stuck.

Just don't let them fly away.

After firing a few shots, Lester suddenly realized something was wrong.

This guy is even more outrageous than the bastard who can shoot curved bullets. Every time Lester pointed the gun at him, he seemed to sense it and immediately made evasive movements.

The bullet has already avoided its trajectory before it leaves the muzzle.

"Does he have some kind of ability similar to the ability to sense danger? This ability allows him to make evasive actions in advance." The voice of the vulture came from above. The vulture and this pajama baby have fought each other more than once or twice, and he has a full understanding of the pajama baby's abilities.

Ke reminded Lester.

"Really?" Lester sneered and took out another pistol from his arms.