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

Fisk began to find this chase boring.

He had no intention of continuing to play around.

The pace of his feet quickened a bit, and the big hand pressed down from above like a mountain.

He grabbed Gloria Yana's hair, which had turned golden at some point.

Her hair was obviously brown before, but why did it turn golden at this moment? Moreover, Fisk also noticed her pointed ears hidden under her golden hair.

"Elves?"

"Or...a genetic mutation?"

Thoughts flashed through.

Fisk had grabbed her hair. Gloria Yana ran forward, but the force from her head suddenly pulled her body backward. Her feet were still running forward, but her head was held in Fisk's hands. Intense pain spread throughout her body, as if it was being torn apart.

Fortunately, this feeling is just an illusion after all.

Holding Gloria Yana by her hair, he lifted her up in front of him.

The black glasses on his face have disappeared.

An elf-like face, as if it were a masterpiece carefully crafted by nature, so beautiful that it is otherworldly.

The facial contours are delicate and soft, and the lines are smooth and elegant, as if the surface of a lake is gently brushed by the breeze, and the enchanting ripples that arise are like bright stars twinkling in the night sky.

Gloria Yana's eyebrows are thin and long, curving naturally like a crescent moon, adding a touch of smart beauty to her face.

Her eyes were large and bright, like clear lake water, a charming sea blue. Her gaze seemed to be able to penetrate Fisk's heart, with an indescribable charm and affection.

The high and small nose bridge, as straight as a mountain peak, adds a three-dimensional sense to Gloria Yana's face. The nose wing twitches slightly, the lips are thin and rosy, like delicate petals, and the skin is white and crystal clear, as if it is condensed from the purest snowflakes. Even under the dim light, it still emits a faint light, as if it contains endless magic.

The pointed ears were like carefully carved works of art, extending slightly from both sides of the head, adding a sense of agility and playfulness to Gloria Yana. Fisk's gaze quickly moved downward and suddenly stopped.

Gloria Yana's feet are small and delicate, like a rare treasure carefully carved by the world's most outstanding craftsmen. The graceful shape is like a light leaf, the lines are smooth and natural and flawless, and every curve seems to contain the rhythm of nature. The arch of the foot is slightly raised, forming a graceful arc just right, showing a light and agile posture, as if it can dance at any time.

The skin on the instep is as white as jade, incredibly delicate and smooth, as if it was gently brushed by the softest silk, and as if it was gently caressed by the first breeze of the morning, exuding a faint luster, like moonlight sprinkling on a clear stream, creating tiny silver waves, dreamy and fascinating.

The toes are long and slender, neatly arranged, like carefully arranged ivory, each toe is round and cute, revealing a kind of smart charm. The toenails are as crystal clear as pearls, emitting a soft and charming light, more like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

There are some slender vines wrapped around Gloria Yana's ankles. The thin green vines are like green silk threads, gently clinging to the soles of her feet, adding a bit of vitality to them.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Fisk couldn't help but smack his lips, but the strength in his hands didn't decrease at all. Gloria Yana struggled hard, punching Fisk with her white fists. The recoil made Gloria Yana's fingers numb, but Fisk ignored the little fists as if nothing had happened.

"You are not a vampire, who are you?"

Feeling Fisk's greedy gaze constantly moving over his body.

It was as if he was looking at a priceless treasure.

Gloria Yana's face immediately turned shy, but she struggled harder and harder, and she remained silent, as if she had become mute. Fisk was too lazy to waste time on her, so he grabbed her neck, pressed her against the wall and lifted her above his head. The force on his palm became heavier and heavier, and Gloria Yana's face gradually turned blue and purple.

Even as a mutant, she needs oxygen to survive.

But, he still had no intention of asking for mercy.

Just mumbling and struggling.

"Braddock... will avenge me!" After saying this, she completely fainted due to lack of oxygen. Her eyes were closed and her delicate face looked like a porcelain doll.

"Labrador?"

Gloria Yana's speech was a little slurred due to lack of oxygen.

The words uttered were not very clear.

Therefore, Fisk misheard and heard it as Labrador.

I was a little puzzled. How come this woman’s backer is a dog?

"Tsk tsk, what a play!"

Just thinking about it.

Angela arrived, following the traces of battle along the way.

As soon as he saw Gloria Yana, he immediately exclaimed, "Gloria Yana?"

"Huh? Do you know her?" Fisk casually threw the woman in his hand to the ground with a dull thud. Gloria Yana didn't show any intention of waking up.

Angela looked at Fisk with a complicated expression, but still said truthfully, "Gloria Yana, an agent of MI13. She is a mutant, just like the elves in medieval mythology, able to communicate with nature and very powerful. Her fiancé is Braddock. The famous Captain Britain and former member of the Holy Sword. In Europe, he is half as powerful as Captain America and has a very high prestige. He is now the director of MI13..."

"Oh, it's Braddock. I thought it was a Labrador!" Fisk sneered, but his eyes still lingered on Gloria Yana, especially on her little feet.

After a long while, Fisk retracted his gaze and said, "Watch her!"

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Deep underground.

Carlton Drake pushed the bodyguard beside him in with an expressionless face.

The bodyguard beside him is also a secondary vampire.

By the time he reacted, the glass door behind him had already closed.

With a look of horror on his face, he kept banging on the glass cabin and yelling as if he was saying something.

But Carlton Drake looked at him expressionlessly.

At this moment, the bodyguard suddenly seemed to have discovered something. He turned around, pressed his back tightly against the glass door, and looked at the unusually dim and messy laboratory table in front of him with horror.

“Huff…Huff…”

A strange sound came from the corner.

Like the sound of glue sticking together.

A mass of constantly squirming black slime, with a strange light flashing on its surface. From time to time, it would extend sharp black tentacles and things like teeth, struggling and squirming rapidly.

The vampire took out the dagger in his arms and looked at the black mucus with horror. He kept waving the dagger in his hand, as if he was cheering himself up, or perhaps to cover up the fear in his heart.

However, the black slime seemed to be invisible.

Still getting closer little by little.

When it got within about five meters, the black slime suddenly flew up from the ground, as fast as a black lightning. The bodyguard was not slow either. He pushed his feet hard and dodged to the side quickly, but he was still covered by the black slime.

Its slimy body quickly covered the bodyguard's entire body.

No matter how he struggled, he just couldn't get out.

Until the victim lets out a shrill scream and the symbiote's tentacles begin to pierce the human body.

Although the bodyguard is a vampire with only thick blood in his body, the symbiote's diet has never been just blood. The sharp teeth made of mucus began to tear the muscles and bones frantically.

The sounds of flying flesh and breaking bones echoed in the laboratory.

Even through the thick glass, Carlton Drake seemed to be able to hear it clearly.

The symbiote's body kept rising and falling, as if it was enjoying this bloody feast. Soon, the bodyguard's body was eaten beyond recognition, leaving only a pile of incomplete bone residue.

After satisfying its bloody desire, the symbiote became even larger and more ferocious, ready to look for its next prey. It stuck to the glass and had no eyes, but Carlton Drake could clearly feel that it was looking at him.

"Isn't that enough?" Carlton Drake stared at the black liquid in front of him with some obsession. His voice alerted the bodyguards beside him, as they didn't want to follow in their companions' footsteps.

Carlton Drake turned his head and glanced at them.

I realized that if I wanted to push forward another step, it might not be as easy as I imagined.

But at this moment, he suddenly slapped the button next to him hard.

The next second, the glass door quickly opened, air rushed in, and the black slime fell on Carlton Drake's body. The bodyguards looked horrified, but when they saw that it was their employer who was knocked down by the black slime, not themselves, they felt a little relieved. After all, they didn't want to be eaten alive.

However, they couldn't just sit there and watch Carlton Drake get eaten.

"Go get the coolant!"

Coolant, which is actually liquid nitrogen, can release extremely low temperatures and is the only thing known to pose a threat to symbiotes and can reduce their activity.

But before the liquid nitrogen came, Carlton Drake, who was struggling on the ground, suddenly stopped all his movements. Just when everyone was thinking that something was wrong, the black symbiote was crawling and spreading on his body like a living thing, outlining hideous lines.

Carlton Drake's face was covered by the symbiote, leaving only a pair of eyes emitting strange light, revealing endless madness and evil.

Sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, as if ready to tear everything apart at any time.

Carlton Drake let out a low and hoarse roar that echoed in the empty laboratory, making people feel creepy.

His movements were swift and fierce, and every move brought up a gust of wind.

He suddenly pounced forward, and his long tentacles stretched out violently, hitting the surrounding experimental equipment.

The sound of metal breaking and glass shattering mixed together, and fragments flew everywhere.

Then he lifted a metal console with ease and smashed it against the wall, sending sparks flying.

The power of the symbiote surged in his body, causing his muscles to continue to swell. The tentacles waved again, easily piercing through a thick steel plate as easy as piercing a piece of thin paper.

The sharp tip was still hanging with metal fragments and dripping with disgusting mucus.

When he turned to the other people in the laboratory, his eyes were full of cruelty and mockery. He opened his bloody mouth and roared, as if he was enjoying the bloody and chaotic scene, and then rushed towards the bodyguards.

He swung his twisted limbs violently, and the sharp tentacles formed by the symbiote pierced the bodyguard's chest like a sword. Thick blood spurted out of his chest like a high-pressure water gun. You know, this is absolutely rare for a vampire. Then, another bodyguard fired in horror, but the bullets seemed to have no effect on Carlton Drake.

Carlton Drake dodged the bullet with incredible agility, got close in an instant, and grabbed the security guard's head with his symbiote-covered palm. With a creepy squeezing sound, the bodyguard's head shattered instantly, and the brain and thick blood mixed together.

Another bodyguard tried to turn around and run away, but Carlton Drake would not give him any chance. The long tentacles quickly extended, entangled his legs, and dragged him back.

Then, Carlton Drake bit him, tearing his muscles, skin and bones with big mouthfuls. Amid the bodyguard's screams, he ate him alive, even the suit and expensive leather shoes he was wearing were not spared.

After all, for the symbiont, everything is a source of nutrients.

The laboratory was filled with screams, gunshots, and the sound of objects breaking, but none of this could stop Carlton Drake's massacre. He rampaged wildly in blood and fire, leaving death and destruction wherever he went.

As the last bodyguard watched all this in despair, Carlton Drake let out a heart-pounding laugh.

Then, he tore it apart mercilessly, ending the bloody massacre. The laboratory instantly turned into a hell on earth, with broken limbs and blood all over the floor, witnessing Carlton Drake's cruelty and ruthlessness at this moment.

It's time to call him by another name.

riot!

Chapter 138: The riot is female?

The strong smell of blood gave Fisk a headache.