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

However, this little snake seemed to be extremely familiar with Hell's Kitchen. It led the team behind it, moving quickly but slowly between the buildings.

"Can you still hold a gun?"

Ena Maynard nodded.

The adrenaline helped her sober up a little.

But they are just some of the more sober ones.

A bullet pierced through her abdomen. Fortunately, her internal organs were not injured, but the wound still caused heavy bleeding, causing her to become seriously injured, extremely weak and dying in a very short time.

If Lester had not rescued her in time, she would have died from excessive blood loss by now.

I took seven or eight shots of adrenaline in a row.

Ena Maynard finally came to her senses.

Lester was no longer surprised by this situation, whether he was in the army, the Ministry of Defense, or during his time as a mercenary.

He had been through more serious injuries before, and without exception, he had survived with a strong will and a large amount of adrenaline. Although adrenaline was harmful to the nerves, as long as he could stay alive, the harm could be put aside.

Lester shook his palm in front of her several times to make sure she was conscious and gradually began to regain consciousness, then he forcefully stuffed the pistol into her palm.

The heavy pistol felt extremely cold.

Ena Maynard became more conscious.

Lester picked up the sniper rifle beside him and pointed at the surrounding environment: "We will seal this place from the outside. There is a potion in the box. It belongs to your boss and is very valuable.

If, if you feel like you're dying, use the potion.

I believe he won't bother with you too much.

Of course, from what I know about him, he might ask you to compensate for the cost of the medicine.

After all, this thing is really effective." Ena Maynard's eyes were already excited, but when she heard the high price, she subconsciously asked, "How much?"

“I don’t know, but I owe your boss 1 billion pounds.

This includes the price of this medicine.

I guess it will take me several decades to pay it back."

Ena Maynard's eyes were wide open, like those of people who died with their eyes open.

Lester almost thought she was dead.

But fortunately it was just a false alarm.

Ena Maynard immediately pushed the box over and said, “You should take it away!

I can’t protect this thing.”

"Are you afraid that you can't pay back the money?" Melanie rolled her eyes and the voice came from not far away.

"Don't be ridiculous. Ten billion pounds, even if you sell me a thousand times, it won't be enough." Ena Maynard forced herself to sit up, and then she found that her wounds had been bandaged and stopped bleeding for the time being, "Otherwise, take your methods and leave!

I handled the gun and I killed the man.

The guns and bullets have my scent on them. If they leave me here, the worst they can do is kill me. Remember to avenge me later.

This way, I don’t have to pay back the hundreds of thousands of dollars I owe him.”

"Don't dream. Throwing you down here could solve the problem, but do you think they will kill only you now?" Lester sneered and threw the box on Ena Maynard. "I'm giving the box to you, but don't die. Otherwise, your boss will settle accounts with me. I don't want to be in debt for no reason." After that, he and Melanie turned around and left the passage.

Soon, the sound of metal being bent was heard from the entrance of the passage.

The two did not go far, but hid on the roof of a building near the entrance.

This is a two-story building facing the street.

Lester got a sniper rifle from somewhere, and while adjusting the optical sight, he asked Melanie, "You are not an ordinary person, right?

The yellow light I just saw was emitted from your hand, so you don't have to pretend.

My eyes can see the frequency of the ants' antennae moving!"

"Yes, so what?"

"not so good.

If you are captured later, do you want me to shoot you?

I think you probably don’t want to lie on a smooth operating table and be dissected and studied by a white coat.”

"If you were captured, I would definitely blow your head off with a punch, so that you would suffer less."

"Hahaha, thank you so much then."

"Someone is coming!"

The light of several flashlights cut through the darkness like sharp swords, bringing Melanie back to her senses.

Melanie silently loaded the rifle in her hand.

But at this moment, the light of the flashlights suddenly disappeared.

Seeing this, Lester quickly removed the magazine, pushed the bullet out of the chamber, and then stuffed a round bullet in. Feeling the butter-like smoothness of the metal bolt in his hand, Lester showed an excited expression on his face.

He ripped off the scope.

This thing really blocks the view.

His brain has the ability to automatically calculate throws, allowing him to make brilliant throws without aiming.

The scope will actually affect his operation.

Of course, the prerequisite is that he must be able to see the target.

"You're crazy, using explosive bombs, we'll be exposed the moment this thing fires!"

"Do you think we are not exposed now?"

Lester grinned.

He took out another high-explosive bomb and placed it in his palm.

This so-called high-explosive bomb is actually a bullet filled with a large amount of gunpowder, equivalent to a small grenade launcher, and is very expensive, with one bullet costing as much as three thousand dollars. Even though Fisk didn't care about money, when he bought the munitions, he only bought a box of ten.

This bullet has extremely strong penetrating and explosive power.

It can even penetrate the emergency armor of some tanks.

Only when the gun is fired, the primer will burst into a dazzling flame.

Even during the day, the flames can be seen hundreds of meters away.

In a dark night like now, the enemy will know where the gun is almost the moment the shot is fired!

"Do you want to stay away?"

He said to Melanie.

But he discovered that Melanie had already hidden more than ten meters away.

"Hehehe, you are so disloyal!"

He curled his lips and sneered.

Lester raised the rough gun, and a dazzling light suddenly flashed in the darkness.

The bullet flew out with a white airflow that was invisible to the naked eye. The dazzling light seemed to be produced by a grenade explosion. The muzzle turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. The round bullet flew at an extremely slow speed, but it created a huge noise.

Just from the sound, it sounded like a plane flying at low altitude.

The gunpowder exploded and the bomb head penetrated the wall. The next second, a more violent explosion sounded. Three or four soldiers in black combat uniforms were blown out from behind the wall. But all this was still not over.

Orange-red flames burst out.

A dazzling fireball appeared behind the wall again.

It's just blocked by the wall, so I can't see clearly what's happening behind the wall.

Lester quickly pulled the bolt, ready to fire the second shot.

However, the moment the shell fell from the gun barrel, Lester felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks like boiling water.

"above!"

In the mid-air, an indistinct shadow fell down rapidly.

The flash of swords and sabers was heading straight for Lester’s head!

This is yet another mutant.

The Mexicans actually invited two mutants to help.

And he is also a mutant who can hide himself like a chameleon.

This person approached silently like a ninja.

The long-planned blow did not give Lester any time to react.

Lester only had time to raise his head and saw the blade about to hit his crown, but his palm had just touched the flying knife at his waist.

"Fuck, what a miserable death!"

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, a bullet passed in front of him and hit the blade.

Then, the tinkling sound continued to ring.

The blade that was about to cut Lester in two was pierced and broken by bullets one after another. The hot and deformed bullets fell all over Lester. One even rolled into his collar, but he seemed not to feel it and smiled.

However, the figure wielding the knife quickly retreated backwards.

Disappeared into the shadows.

Fisk, who also walked out of the shadows, threw away the rifle in his hand expressionlessly.

Reached out and pulled Lester up.

"I seriously doubt you're worth a billion pounds!

How about I reduce your worth by one or two hundred million pounds?" Fisk nodded to Melanie not far away, then looked at the soldiers who quickly rushed out from behind the wall in the distance, "I just walked past the Irish, and the entire Irish area was massacred. The National Coast Guard is collecting the bodies over there.

It looked like the Mexicans had won the race.

But our game has just begun.”