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

There was blood all over him.

The Crown of Shabak!

A legend from Italy.

Whoever possesses it can become the devil's spokesperson in the world.

Possess the power to rule the entire world.

Keith Howard is one of the world's top fighters.

He had the ambition to rule the world since he was a child.

However, his biggest wish is revenge, revenge on his brother.

Since childhood, Keith Howard has been no match for his younger brother Wolfgang Krauser von Stroheim.

As the older brother, Keith Howard had to live with his mother in the chaotic area.

However, his younger brother, Wolfgang Clausa von Stroheim, was able to live a rich life and enjoy a magnificent castle. When he grew up, he became the patriarch of a shadow family that controlled European history.

The emperor of Europe’s “other world”!

Keith Howard wants revenge.

However, he was no match for his younger brother, either in terms of personal strength or power.

None of them is a match for his younger brother.

This made Keith Howard very painful.

He wanted to gain power.

It's not too late even to become a demon.

He wants revenge!

"Whoosh!"

There was a sound of something heavy falling in the air.

Keith Howard stopped what he was doing and quickly raised his head.

The heavy piano was falling from the sky at a very fast speed.

The place where he fell was exactly where Keith Howard was standing in the hexagram formation.

"Ant!" Keith Howard stood up suddenly, like a javelin, and looked at the piano falling from above.

His eyes, which had turned blood red, instantly locked onto the woman standing upstairs.

"not good!"

The two men immediately turned around and ran away.

Fortunately, they escaped quickly.

Just as they turned around.

The piano that had fallen returned to its original position.

And it was moving even faster, directly breaking the railing and hitting the wall heavily.

The wooden parts were flying around randomly, and the expensive piano keys were like bullets, piercing in all directions.

Keith Howard seemed to be hanging by invisible threads.

Using hands and feet, violating the laws of physics, he climbed the smooth wall at will.

The climbing speed is extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, he had already climbed several floors.

Pulling on the edge of the broken railing.

Keith Howard's arm shook and he fell to the ground.

He glanced at the head embedded in the wreckage of the piano.

This pen is scrapped.

But that's okay.

There are also two new pens available as spares.

He grabbed the piano leg and tore it off with force.

Keith Howard started to chase in the direction Natasha and Nikita were running.

The entire museum has been cordoned off.

Although the magic circle has not been completed yet, people are only allowed to enter but not exit.

They can't escape.

But what Keith Howard didn't know was.

They had no intention of escaping.

"he came!"

Natasha wrapped the grenade with the curtain, pulled the pull ring, and then quickly fixed the safety with the curtain to ensure that the safety would not fall off even without the pull ring. Then she tightened the curtain little by little until there was no trace of the grenade and the curtain turned into a cloth ball.

Nikita also held a cloth ball wrapped in a curtain in her hand.

She looked through the crack in the door and saw Keith Howard walking towards her.

"I'll hold him back, and you go blow up that magic circle!"

"No, you go." Natasha shook her head, "It's me who made you stay here, otherwise you should have escaped.

Blow up the circle and take Harry away from here, you are retired!"

"Do you think I want to protect you?" Nikita tore off her clothes, and a wooden spike pierced her lower abdomen. There was white paint on the wooden spike, which looked very much like the wooden components on a piano.

"Damn it!" Natasha's face changed drastically.

She rushed over, and began to press the injured part of the skin with her palm, her face becoming more and more ugly. She was not a novice, so she did not blindly pull out the wooden spike.

Instead, through pressure, it was basically confirmed that the wooden cone should have penetrated deep into the liver.

If you pull it out blindly, blood will spurt out of the wound like a fountain.

Natasha pulled the curtain away forcefully and quickly bandaged the wound.

"It's useless. I can't feel any pain anymore. I must be bleeding internally." Nikita pushed Natasha away and said, "Don't hesitate. Go now."

"Hold on!" Natasha did not hesitate too much. She gritted her teeth and climbed up the ventilation duct, taking the grenades tightly wrapped in curtains with her.

Nikita looked at Natasha as she left and cursed her, "Damn bastard."

Then, he took a look at the grenade beside him that had not been wrapped with the curtain yet, and stood up from the ground with all his strength. He bit the pull ring of the grenade with his teeth, opened the door, and threw it out directly.

"boom!"

At the moment the grenade exploded.

Nikita rushed out of the room at a very fast speed.

Just like a normal person.

Nikita caught a glimpse of the dust raised by the explosion behind her.

As she ran forward, she kept throwing grenades backwards.

The round grenades kept bouncing in the air and on the ground.

Natasha, who was hiding in the ventilation duct, moved at the same time.

Their goal from the very beginning was to destroy the hexagram formation on the ground.

A ritual like this.

In their opinion, once the magic circle is destroyed, it will end immediately.

But, Keith Howard has been staying in the magic circle.

Before that, they drove away a group of tourists who had become demons.

Want to take the opportunity to destroy the magic circle.

But it only took Keith Howard a few seconds to slaughter them all.

This also made the two realize that they could never be his opponents.

"boom!"

The sound of explosions rang out one after another.

Fisk walks in the east wing of the museum.

He carried an axe behind him and a mutilated corpse in his hands.

His body was covered in blood, like a real demon from hell.

Fisk's pupils were still as deep as black holes, without any extra color.

Don't look at the blood all over his body.

But he was not affected by the surrounding environment at all.

There wasn't even a trace of demonic presence on his body.

It seemed as if the surrounding environment had nothing to do with him.

"Ahhh!"

There was a sound of movement behind me.

The corpse that he tore in half alive actually came back to life.

Countless blood-red lights rippled on the surface of the mutilated corpse.

His fat and burly body swelled up like a balloon.

"Yo!"

“It was pretty quick this time.”