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

Once the hexagram was drawn, people outside could no longer come in.

Shabak is a demon warrior, blessed by several powerful demon kings of hell. He is extremely powerful and vicious.

The name Shabak comes from the six demon kings of hell who empower it: Satan, Aym, Belial, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, and Crateis.

Wearing the Crown of Shabak will grant you the power of the devil.

"What's the deal?"

"Get my child out."

Fisk turned his head and looked towards the art gallery.

The museum doesn't look any different from the outside.

However, when Fisk looked over, he found that the art gallery was actually shrouded in red light. In the red light, it seemed as if countless eyes were constantly stabbing, wild, filthy, disgusting, full of tyranny, and making people feel creepy...

At the same time, a voice appeared in Fisk's ears: "Wow, honey, you really know how to surprise me.

How about it? Are you interested in entering this arena and playing around?

My dear, if you can achieve the final victory, I will give you an extra satisfactory reward!" Salishi's voice was full of temptation, and Fisk seemed to feel a fiery power spreading throughout his body.

Fisk also received information from the Devil's Arena in his mind, but unlike them, what Fisk received in his mind was an invitation letter, not a mandatory joining.

However, Mrs. Osborn and her companions were forced to participate in this Demon Arena.

For the first time, Fisk felt that he had a powerful backer.

The invitation also means that Fisk can refuse to participate in this arena.

"How about it? Honey, do you have any ideas now?" Saliss seemed to want Fisk to participate very much and kept encouraging him.

Fisk was silent for a while, and said silently in his heart: "Is this arena a place where only one person can survive?"

"Hmm!" Shalish suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, I understand what you mean, dear. Don't worry, as long as I can win in the end, I can revive them all, completely and intact, as if they had never experienced anything. And I won't transform their souls, and I won't delay your subsequent conquests."

"You organized this?"

"Of course not!" There was something strange in Shalish's tone, as if he was disgusted with the guy who organized this arena, but then he smiled and said, "This is not organized by me, but there is a truth that exists no matter where you are."

"What's the point?"

“The strong are respected, and the winner takes all.”

"Do you really believe I will win?"

"Of course!" Shalish said decisively without any hesitation: "Because, you are my dear!"

Fisk smiled.

He picked up the phone again and said, "Mrs. Osborne, my appearance fee is very expensive!"

Chapter 123: The Devil’s Stage, come if you dare.

"My appearance fee is very expensive!"

Nikita listened to Besk's words.

I don’t know why, but it feels like I’ve found a backer.

"How expensive is it?"

"It's not expensive, you're all I need!" Fisk said as he gently pressed Gwen's shoulder. Gwen's eyes flickered and she passed out. Fisk sent her to the dean of studies and walked towards the art gallery without looking back.

"Me?" Nikita blushed.

"Yes, wait!" Fisk said and put the phone in his pocket.

"Where are you going?" Coulson caught up.

"Tsk, I'll help you clean up your mess!" Fisk took off his coat, revealing his rock-hard muscles. He looked at the SHIELD agents and sneered disdainfully, "Remember, you owe me a favor this time... By the way, if it's not me who comes out, then the rest will depend on you!"

"What?" Coulson was suddenly stunned, his eyes turned blood red, and it was obvious that he had also received the information from the Devil's Arena.

Fisk slapped him in the face and sent him flying.

Coulson woke up.

His cheeks were swollen, and there was also a large swelling on his forehead. He looked extremely miserable and embarrassed, like a big-headed doll.

However, he looked at Fisk with gratitude and stopped the men in black who wanted to rush forward.

"stop!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Fisk waved his hand. It felt really good to hit someone.

An SUV rushed over.

The burly red-haired man jumped out of the car.

Just as he was about to rush over, he was stopped by Fisk's look.

"boss?"

"Where's my saw?"

The sturdy man immediately jumped into the car and started searching inside.

After a while, he brought a black box.

"Boss, here!"

"Throw it over!"

A black box was thrown over.

Fisk turned and walked into the art gallery carrying the box.

As soon as you enter the art gallery, you are hit by a strong smell of blood.

The smell is really too strong.

A bit choking.

Just by smelling the smell, Fiskel made an experienced judgment.

At least hundreds of people died in the art museum.

even more.

Lock the door to the emergency exit.

Fisker grabbed the chainsaw in the box.

This electric saw is no longer the original native oil saw, but a modified chain saw axe. It looks like a big axe, but the axe blade is not made of sharp steel, but a serrated chain.

The engine has also been modified.

No longer, it's the slow, plodding chainsaw engine.

It is a small motor that has been modified by a vulture.

The whole thing is made of titanium alloy, with a rubber sleeve tied to the handle to increase friction, and it is deliberately widened to fit Fisk's wide palm. Feeling the heaviness of the chainsaw axe in his hand, Fisk's mouth curled up into a strange smile.

Kicked the box aside.

Fisk stepped forward, carrying the axe.

It just so happens that he wants to try out the power of this weapon.

I just took a few steps forward.

Next to it, the door to the water and electricity room suddenly opened.

Fisk stopped, but after a long time he didn't see anyone coming out, so he went to the door to take a look.

There were actually seventeen or eighteen people squatting in the room, their eyes revealing a strange scarlet color, twisted together like pythons, as if they were gnawing on something. Just looking at their limbs, one could tell that they were filled with a sense of brutality and mania.

As if he felt Fisk's gaze.

A man suddenly turned around.

His eyes seemed to devour all the light, revealing a strange aura, his hideous face was twisted and cruel, as if every muscle was struggling to control his violence, his fingers were slender and curved, and his nails extended out like bayonets.

"Demonization!"

The word popped into Fisk's head.

This place has become the devil's arena and the paradise of hell.

Anyone who is not strong-minded.

In the end, they will all become the incarnation of the devil.

"Live!"

The guy who turned around first, wearing clothes that indicated that he was probably an ordinary tourist.

Fisk glanced around again and found that those guys who were still gnawing on something with their heads down were not wearing black combat uniforms.

They should all be ordinary tourists.

These poor guys, their lives were doomed to end as they did not leave here immediately.

Fisk leaned against the door and hooked his palm at them, "Hello, what are you eating?"

The voice just fell.

The guy who turned around first had already pounced on him.

The other tourists who had also been transformed into demons felt that they were in an earthquake before they could figure out what was happening. Then they saw a figure flying among them, and the sound of the strong wind was like a force ten storm blowing out of nowhere.

Before they could react.

Fisk had also rushed into the room.

There was no place to hide in the small water and electricity room.

Faced with Fisk, who was like a tank, they didn't even have time to react before being crushed. The axe in Fisk's hand was more like a sledgehammer at this moment.

The strength of these tourists who have turned into demons has long surpassed that of ordinary people, and their bodies are extremely tough and strong, as if they were covered with a layer of steel shell.

But, it is a pity.