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

The tyrant's figure was tall and majestic, and the shadow he cast overshadowed everyone.

He exuded a chilling aura, and his muscular body seemed to contain endless power that could explode at any time.

Time seems to have frozen.

Claire understood.

These guys are in league with the tyrants.

They are from Umbrella Corporation!

Invisible anger suddenly arose in Claire's heart.

She knew that if she was caught by these damn Umbrella Corporations, what awaited her would be a life worse than death.

His palm slowly moved towards the trigger of the heavy machine gun.

She would rather die.

I don't want to fall into the hands of these damn guys.

"Claire?" a familiar voice came.

Claire was stunned.

He looked in the direction where the sound came from with confusion.

In the distance, a brand new black SUV was driving quickly.

The reason why Claire could tell at a glance that the car was new was because there was no sign of modification on it. The body of the car was smooth and flat, with no welded steel plates, no added bumpers, and not even a scratch.

In this apocalyptic world, such pristine vehicles are extremely rare.

The car window slowly rolled down, and a familiar face appeared in Claire's sight. "It's really you, Claire!" the man shouted in surprise.

Claire also showed an expression of disbelief on her face. She never expected to meet this acquaintance under such circumstances.

"Jill?"

Claire was a little dazed, but then she saw the iced cola in Jill's hand, and her throat couldn't help but gulp.

Seeing this, Jill suddenly grinned and said to the gunmen around him: "I know her, don't be so nervous, put down your guns first!"

"Ms. Jill, the boss said that all refugees must be quarantined first!" The gunmen were unmoved, but Jill did not show an annoyed expression. Instead, she said to Claire helplessly: "Claire, put down the gun first. We are not paid by the Umbrella Protection Team. Don't be so nervous." Jill picked up the radio while speaking, "Mark Murdoch is an acquaintance here. Let him continue to track the remaining Lickers!"

"Roger that!"

There was a positive answer from the radio station.

Followed by.

The tyrant turned and walked away.

Carrying a specially modified Barrett heavy sniper rifle.

Soon, it disappeared without a trace.

Claire was still a little worried.

After all, the experience of falling into the hands of Umbrella Corporation is still fresh in his memory.

However, facing those guns and the tyrant who was not far away, Claire could only put down her weapon doubtfully and choose to believe Jill's words.

Because of Jill's presence, the gunmen did not handcuff them.

It's just that white plastic tape was used.

This thing is an ordinary person and can break free with a little effort.

Therefore, Claire did not refuse.

Besides, their guns were taken away.

Tying a strap doesn't seem to make any difference.

"Aren't you heading north?

Why did you turn around and come back again? " Jill took another bottle of Coke and handed it to Claire. It was icy, and the production date on it had been deliberately worn away, so it felt a little sticky when she accidentally rubbed it in her hand.

However, Clairet didn't pay much attention to it. She opened the bottle cap and poured it into her mouth greedily. She immediately felt as if she was alive again. However, the rich carbon dioxide bubbles irritated her throat. Claire had no time to take a sip of Coke before she spit it out again and kept coughing.

Jill reached out and patted her on the back, "Drink slowly, drink slowly, there's plenty of Coke."

"Ms. Jill, you can send them back. We will continue to follow Mr. Mark to track down the lair of the corpse lickers. Since there is a hunting team here, there must be a lair nearby!"

Jill nodded, called the leading gunman, took out a few cigarettes from the SUV and handed them over, "Thank you for showing mercy just now. Come back early, there will be a barbecue party tonight."

The gunmen were not polite either.

He shared the cigarettes on the spot and then disappeared into the half-man-high weeds.

Claire was so addicted to smoking after watching this.

Jill pulled out a pack of ladies' cigarettes from his bosom, held out his hand and asked Claire to light one, then tilted his head towards her and said, "The transport truck will be here soon, let's get in and talk, and let your men wait in the sun downstairs!"

"Transporter?"

"Yes, they encountered the corpses of the Lickers. However, they will have to ride in the same car with the Lickers later."

Jill pointed at the man whose hands were also tied, with a hint of mockery in her tone.

"Then our car."

"Someone will come to recycle these wastes. Get in the car first. It's so hot outside."

Jill hid in the SUV as if fleeing.

Claire hesitated for a moment, but still got in the car.

As soon as she got in the car, the cold air made Claire shiver involuntarily.

How long has it been since she last used air conditioning?

Fuel is so tight.

No one wants to waste fuel on enjoyment.

Jill looked at Claire's expression and suddenly burst into laughter, because she thought about her previous life, which seemed to be no different from Claire's.

Claire looked at Jill, who was laughing.

I have a lot of questions, but I don’t know how to ask them.

After a while.

A refrigerated truck was approaching in the distance.

Seven or eight men in chemical protective suits came out of the container of the refrigerated truck. They began to carry the bodies of the Lickers that had been torn into pieces by the Tyrant on the ground into the truck.

They were very efficient and cleaned up the scene in just over ten minutes.

Jill gave them an OK sign.

Then, he said to Claire, "Let's go home!" Then Jill asked casually, "Are there any other people besides you? If so, you'd better tell me to avoid misunderstandings."

Claire immediately shook her head, "No more, just a few of us."

She was sure of what she said, but Jill knew she was lying.

However, she did not expose it, but directly asked the driver to turn the car around and drive deep into Raccoon City.

"Jill, what is going on?" Claire couldn't help but ask this question.

But Jill didn't want to explain, instead she waved her hand and said, "If you ask me to explain, I can't explain it in a short time. When we get there, you'll know when you see it."

The SUV's speed suddenly increased.

There was not a single abandoned car on the road.

However, the traces of dragging and rubber tires on the ground were still vivid, and the wild weeds growing on the road had been cleared away.

The Suv continued to move forward.

Gradually, a column of white smoke suddenly appeared in the distance and rose straight into the sky.

Claire frowned.

I was a little dazed watching it.

As we got closer, a factory city under construction gradually came into view. This city seemed like a flower of hope growing stubbornly in the ruins of doomsday.

Huge tower cranes stand in rows, and robotic arms are busy lifting construction materials.

The steel frame of the building rose from the ground, workers were busy moving around on it, sparks from welding flew everywhere.

A high wall was built around the city, covered with barbed wire and watchtowers.

In the center of the city, you can see at a glance a huge furnace burning fiercely, with thick smoke rising along with the heat.

Transport vehicles shuttle back and forth, delivering raw materials to various construction sites in a steady stream.

Although the city is still under construction and filled with dust and noise, the bustling scene makes people feel a kind of tenacious vitality, as if announcing mankind's indomitable spirit and struggle to the end of the world.

"Welcome to..." Jill seemed to have forgotten something. He pondered for a moment before saying uncertainly, "Night City!" He glanced at the driver, who nodded. Jill then repeated, "Welcome to Night City, my friend!"

Chapter 163 New Conjecture

Fisk stood quietly on the observation deck, holding the telescope used for astronomical observations tightly in his hand, his eyes focused on the convoy slowly approaching in the distance.

His face was expressionless, like a cold mask, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

After just a few casual glances, Fisk turned his attention back to the city ruins covered with weeds.

The half-human-high weeds swayed and flickered in the wind, like a green ocean with waves.

The tall figure shuttled back and forth among the ruins of the city at such a fast speed that it was difficult to see its entire appearance.

That's Mark Murdoch.

Who could have thought that Daredevil, who had been dead for a long time and whose soul had been crushed and devoured, would be miraculously resurrected in Zhao Hailun's hands.

However, he was transformed into a top-notch biochemical weapon tyrant.

And unlike ordinary tyrants, it is more powerful than common tyrants.

It has a strong self-healing ability, and even if it suffers serious injuries, it can recover in a short time.