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

This guy was actually pretending just now!

Fisk was quick-witted and quick-handed. His left arm blocked in front of him like an iron wall, making a dull thud.

Lester's dagger was deflected by Fisk's force, but he did not stop at all. His continuous attacks came at Fisk like a storm. Every knife went straight to the vital points, and every move was aimed at the fatal point. Even if an ordinary person was hit by one knife, he would lose his combat effectiveness.

Fisk was not willing to be outdone. He waved his left arm to block, while clenching his right fist. Light blue electric sparks flashed on his glove, but they did not ignite.

It wasn't that he wanted to keep Lester alive.

However, he was not wearing complete equipment, and if he stimulated magnetic electricity at such a close distance, he might accidentally injure himself.

Although Lester had the advantage of weapons, facing Fisk, who was like King Kong and not afraid of being hurt at all, the sharp dagger in his hand did not give him the upper hand at all, and he began to fall behind.

Fisk took advantage of the opportunity and swung his fist to hit him in the jaw.

Lester's hand holding the dagger began to tremble under Fisk's punch. He raised his head high and blood spurted out of the corner of his mouth.

Although he was not knocked away by the punch, the movements of his hands began to become slowly slower.

The rubber insulating gloves that could emit deadly magnetic currents became Lester's life-saving straw at this moment, but he could no longer defend against Fisk's fist that was like a storm.

Lester's pupils suddenly contracted, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he threw the dagger in his hand to the ground. The dagger kept reflecting on the ground, and the sharp blade bounced towards Fisk's back at an incredible angle.

Sweat and blood trickled down his forehead.

"puff!"

A stinging pain came from behind as the dagger sank into his flesh, but because Fisk's muscles were too hard, the blade only penetrated two or three centimeters before stopping. It was just an external injury and did not hurt his internal organs at all.

Fisk, feeling the pain, did not stop, but became even more angry. His steps were like a war drum, constantly stirring Lester's nerves. He had already transformed into a fist of steel, and each punch hit Lester's vital parts accurately.

Lester's blocking arm dropped down, and he struggled weakly, but Fisk's fists were like an unstoppable torrent, one wave higher than the other.

In the end, Lester completely collapsed under Fisk's punch.

It turns out that assassins are ultimately no match for tanks.

The battle was over and Lester fell to the ground.

The slight rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still alive.

At least six ribs were broken.

Although he is still alive for the time being, he is not far from death.

Fisk took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.

He took off his insulating gloves because of the frequent use of magnetism.

The palms were covered with hideous blue veins, and the palms had even been burned black due to the high temperature.

These are all the aftereffects of the electric current stimulation, coupled with the excessive force just now, so it looks so terrible.

In addition to the ability to prevent stray electric currents, the entire set of equipment of the magnetic storm infantry also has the function of balancing electric currents. It can disperse the current emitted by the electromagnetic gun to various parts of the body, thereby evenly sharing it.

But that also means that the electric sparks that were originally only flowing on the arms will spread to every inch of the body once Fisk puts on the complete set of magnetic storm infantry combat uniforms, including the place that Fisk is most proud of.

Just thinking about that feeling might be more painful than being cut into pieces.

Breathing heavily.

Fisk looked at Lester, "You lose!"

"yes!

I was careless. I should have waited until you left Hell's Kitchen and shot you from a distance!" Lester spoke intermittently, and his breath seemed to be getting weaker, but his face had returned to calm.

Compared to just now, it seems that there is no worry about life anymore.

But it's more like a flash of light.

"You're such a tough guy, I really want to punch all your teeth out."

"It's up to you. I lose. You can take my life!"

"Hahahaha!"

Fisk laughed out loud as if he had heard something funny, and even pounded the floor with his veiny fists, making a 'dong dong dong' sound that sounded like the ringing of a bell, extremely harsh!

"Please, before you say this, please release the pistol in your right hand!"

Lester turned his head.

All of his facial features were bleeding from the gravity beating he had received earlier from Fisk.

It looked extremely miserable, as if a corpse had been dragged out from a pile of dead bodies.

Raising his arm, he drew a pocket pistol.

He aimed at Fisk, and the next second, the corners of his blood-stained mouth suddenly curled up into a strange smile.

He gently threw away the pistol in his hand, looked up at the ceiling, and said nothing more.

The pistol fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I seemed to have lost money this time. I should have asked the Irish for more money."

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Fisk carried Lester back to the house.

There was no time to knock on the door.

Mrs. Stacy had already opened the door.

At the same time, a girl with silver-white hair who was sitting on the sofa was also looking over here.

There was no doubt that she must be Gwen.

Fisk was stunned at first, then he put Lester, who was bleeding, behind his back and said, "Mrs. Stacy, why didn't you take Gwen back? This place is too messy and dangerous... What can we do?"

"Boss, I'm here!"

“Get Mrs. Stacy and Gwen out of Hell’s Kitchen.

By the way, please find me a doctor, a reliable one!"

"Don't look for a gangster doctor... I don't want to get infected with any virus." Lester's consciousness was a little fuzzy due to excessive bleeding, but he was still very tough. When he heard that Fisk was going to find a doctor from Hell's Kitchen, he immediately started shouting intermittently.

"I am the best surgeon!" Mrs. Stacy naturally recognized Lester, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

Fisk thought for a moment, then brought Lester into the room and threw him on the bed, “Mrs. Stacy, I have helped you get rid of Gwen’s anger.

I still have value for this guy, can you help me save him?"

Lester was already extremely weak.

After being thrown on the bed, his eyes rolled up immediately and he completely fainted.

Gwen tilted her head to look towards those edges.

Fazi came over and immediately closed the door, "Don't look around, it's all bloody, kids, don't look around."

Mrs. Stacy originally wanted to torture Lester.

But since Fisk had pleaded for mercy and her daughter had been found unharmed, Mrs. Stacy naturally didn't want to bother with him anymore.

"You are injured too?" Mrs. Stacy suddenly noticed the wounds on Fisk's body and his two arms covered with blue veins and blood vessels!

"Small injury, nothing to worry about."

“Then I have to save you first.

I saved you. If he's not dead, it won't be too late for me to save him!"

Fisk heard the hidden meaning in Mrs. Stacy's words and knew that she was still angry, so he didn't say much.

Mrs. Stacy left the room, brought in the medical kit from outside, and then closed the door.

In order to prevent her daughter from getting into any accidents, she brought a medical kit with her.

It just happened to come in handy at this time.

The sharp scalpel cut open the clothes covering the wound. Mrs. Stacy rolled her eyes and said, "This is what you call a minor wound?

The flesh is all inside out, and there's this blue stuff, what is it, ink?"

As she spoke, she moved closer.

Before Fisk could react, something warm pressed against his thigh. He was stunned for a moment, then looked down and realized that Mrs. Stacy had not had time to change her clothes because she was worried about her daughter's safety. She was wearing high heels and black stockings today, and her upper body was still a professional suit.

Fisk raised his head slightly and glanced at Mrs. Stacy. She was not looking at Fisk at the moment. She was just conscientiously stitching the wound with needle and thread. From the side view, her expression did not fluctuate. Fisk thought she did it unintentionally.

However, the feeling of being so close to each other was really good, so he just went with the flow and pretended not to know.

But not long after, she didn't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, but her thighs continued to move forward, and the faint touch continued to spread around Fisk's legs, like a piece of melted chocolate.

However, Mrs. Stacy acted as if nothing had happened. Her lips wrapped in red lipstick were slightly open, and her slender tongue moved back and forth on her lips.

She seemed to be really concentrating on stitching the wound.

But as soon as I saw her tempting cherry lips and her tongue as soft as marshmallow.

Fisk felt extremely hot all over.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"What's the deal?"

"My ankle is still a little uncomfortable, can you support me?"

Mrs. Stacy's face flushed slightly, and her tone was as tempting as a spring breeze!

"Of course, no problem." Fisk couldn't wait to support Mrs. Stacy with his hands. He slowly put his arms around her back and gently placed his palms on her waist. Her slender waist was so soft that it seemed as if it had no bones. Fisk could clearly feel her slender waist trembling and moving forward uneasily.

"Move it down a bit, it will interfere with my stitching."

Fisk held his breath slightly, and slowly reached his hand towards her knee. His palm rubbed against the smooth stockings, and he could even feel the body temperature of Mrs. Stacy's legs. For some reason, her whole body felt hot at the moment. When Fisk's palm passed through her knee, he felt a striking heat rippling in his palm.

Mrs. Stacy hugged Fisk.

He looked down at Fisk.

She kissed him hard, not even caring about the tweezers in her hand and the wound that was being sutured. Her lips ravaged Fisk's cheeks, and her saliva with a faint fragrance gradually covered the entire corner of Fisk's mouth.

"Kiss me, Fisk!"