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

“You should have heard it.”

"Thank you, Mr. Pierce."

Fisk walked in the red blood rain, but the red rain did not fall on Fisk. It was as if there was an invisible barrier separating him from the strange blood rain.

The streets were in chaos, people were running around in panic, but Fisk was like an outsider, watching it all calmly. His white suit was still straight, without a trace of rain. In this terrifying bloody storm, Fisk was like a beacon in the dark, full of mystery and danger.

The sound of rain falling on the ground came into Alexander Pierce's ears through the microphone.

"It's okay...you really don't know what happened?" Alexander Pierce looked at the projection on the screen in front of him with a serious expression.

The entire city of New York seemed to be shrouded in black clouds, and in the extreme darkness, the blood-red rain was like a canopy, connecting the sky and the earth. The strange scene made people shudder, as if the end of the world was about to come.

Alexander Pierce frowned, his eyes fixed on the chaotic New York City on the screen. People on the streets were running in panic, cars were abandoned on the roadside, and traffic was paralyzed. Blood rain poured down, dyeing the buildings and streets blood red.

"I don't know, but I'll know in a moment."

"I only bought you twelve hours. After twelve hours, the World Security Council will agree to Nick Fury's plan. If something unexpected happens, this time will be shortened..."

"It won't take that long. I promise everything will be over in two hours!"

"I see. Good luck to you then."

Fisk put the phone in his pocket.

Sally's voice rang in my ears.

"Honey!" Sally's tone was a little excited, as if she had been given an injection of chicken blood. Fisk had never heard such a tone before - no, the last time he heard such a tone was the time before.

"Do you know him?" Fisk didn't finish his words, but his meaning was already very clear.

Sally definitely knew the culprit behind this bloody rain.

"Of course, I know him!

In fact, this bloody rain is recorded in the library, but you may not have seen it. This bloody rain is called the Brass Rain."

"Copper rain, but this rain is red."

“Copper ore is also called cuprite. To some extent, it is also called cuprite, which is a red ore.

Therefore, red is no exception.

This rain is made of blood.

However, this is not ordinary blood, but blood that has been purified and contaminated. This blood is highly polluting, and anyone who is touched by this rain will be transformed without a doubt."

"Transform?" Fisk stretched out his hand to touch the rain, but the rain seemed to be afraid of him. It turned in the air and then ran away.

"Yes, that's right, it's transformation!" Sally's tone was a little light, "Actually, this rain comes from a "good friend" of mine." She emphasized and deepened the tone of her voice on the word "good friend".

"good friend?"

"You have, dear."

"When?"

"It was when we first met." Sally's tone was a bit strange. "He was that red light, but he had another name, Khorne. Khorne, this is an idiot full of endless cruelty and blood.

In our world, Khorne is revered as the Blood God. He represents the extreme of war, violence and killing. The followers of this idiot worship strength and courage. They enjoy fighting and take pride in killing. Under the influence of Khorne, the war never stops. His favorite thing to do is to sit on the bronze or brass throne and watch his subordinates constantly fighting each other. He also likes to see his subordinates cut off each other's heads and pile them up high. This is a place without any..."

Sally suddenly paused.

The next second, a cold voice came into Fisk's ears.

This voice was also a woman's voice, crisp and powerful, but with a chilling chill.

Compared to Sally's charming voice, this voice seemed very cold, like an iceberg. The voice seemed to carry endless frost, making people feel as if they were in a world of ice and snow the moment they heard it.

Every word was like a sharp icy edge, piercing the eardrums, as if the slightest disobedience would immediately bring about a terrible disaster.

"If you continue to smear my image, I will come to you now."

"Hahaha, baby, it's just a joke, don't take it seriously!" Sally's voice was full of flattery, just like a little dog wagging its tail to beg for mercy. Her tone instantly became soft and flattering, as if she was afraid that the other party would really get angry.

After a moment of silence, the cold voice sounded again: "Be careful next time, otherwise you will bear the consequences." The tone was still full of unquestionable majesty, but the voice did not disappear, and there was a friction sound like someone wearing armor moving on a sofa: "Fisk, I am very satisfied with your previous performance. However, this is far from enough. This blood rain is specially prepared for you. It will last for two hours. If you fail to defeat my messenger within two hours, then this city will become a bloody city, and all the people, including the women you like, will become my slaves."

Although the voice was cold, it was filled with arrogance, as if she was looking down at Fisk from a superior position.

Honey, she's not kidding, she never jokes." Sally's voice appeared in Fisk's right ear. The voice was extremely charming, like soft silk brushing gently against his ear, forming a sharp contrast with the coldness his right ear felt at the moment. Sally continued, "Although this guy stays on her shabby sofa all day long, as lazy as a maggot, he seems to think even moving is a big trouble.

But you must not be fooled by her lazy appearance, she is always very serious in this regard. She always keeps her word and sticks to her words. As long as she decides on something, she will definitely carry it out unswervingly without any room for maneuver. "

At this moment, Sally suddenly let out a scream, the sound was extremely shrill, as if she was hit hard by a sharp axe. The scream echoed in the air, making people shudder. Then, intermittent whimpering sounds continued to be heard, the sound was full of pain, but there seemed to be some strange sounds coming from it.

"You split me open...you damn flat-chested...ah!"

"Don't touch there!"

"do not want!"

Fisk listened to the voices.

He rolled his eyes slightly speechlessly.

Sally seemed to be enjoying it.

Is this the evil spirit among gods?

But he didn't stop.

He walked slowly forward until he reached the harbor.

Fisk rolled his eyes in silence, but did not stop. He walked slowly forward until he reached the port.

There was no one to be seen in the entire port, as if it had been emptied.

An oil tanker was parked at the port of New York. Above it, the huge black eye of the storm was constantly rotating, and a strong smell of blood was blowing in the face. A tall behemoth, about five or six meters tall, also stood on the bow deck of the tanker.

Its body was as thick as an iron tower, covered with dark red hard scales, as if they were made of solidified blood. The scales flickered with a strange light in the dim light, as if blood could seep out at any time. Its head was hideous and terrifying, with two eyes burning with blood-red flames, like two blazing fireballs, emitting endless murderous intent and violence. Its mouth was filled with fangs as sharp as knives, each of which flashed with cold light, as if it could easily bite through steel.

The most eye-catching thing was its pair of blood-red wings that looked like a bat. The wings were huge and wide, covered with black lines, like ancient magic runes. The wings flapped slightly, and a gust of wind was raised, carrying a strong bloody smell. The edge of the wings was as sharp as a blade, as if it could cut everything off with a slight wave. The demon stood there, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression, as if it was a destroyer crawling out of the depths of hell, ready to drag the whole world into endless blood and terror.

"This is your opponent today, and also my messenger in this world. If you lose, he will replace you as my spokesperson in this world!"

"My dear, don't listen to her, this idiot, she accidentally transformed this guy into a Khorne demon. Khorne demons cannot exist for too long in the real universe because they have been marked by the subspace. In order to allow it to exist in this world, this idiot used her own power to release this blood rain. Before this bloody storm ends, Peacock Theory can always exist, but once this bloody storm ends, he will be forced to leave this world.

Of course, dear, it won't live to that day. I have faith in you."

Wolfgang Krauser fixed his eyes on Fisk.

The storm in the sky continued to rotate. Countless invisible blood-red spots were being sucked up into the sky by the storm. On the deck deep inside the cruise ship, the pile of human heads exuded a disgusting bloody smell. Those heads had hideous faces, some terrified, some desperate, and their frozen expressions seemed to tell of the great pain they had suffered. Blood-red spots of light kept floating out of these heads like fireflies, slowly rising and merging into the rotating storm.

Each point of light seemed to carry the resentment of a soul. They gathered together, making the storm in the sky even more violent and weird. The blood-red light flickered in the darkness, like the summons of a demon, making people shudder. The whole scene was like a terrifying picture of hell, making people shudder.

"one!"

"two!"

"Three!"

Hundreds and thousands of heads were piled together.

But the body was nowhere to be found.

The bodies did not disappear.

Hundreds and thousands of heads piled together exuded a chilling smell of death, and those pairs of empty eyes seemed to silently tell of the fear and despair they once had.

But the body was nowhere to be found.

Wolfgang Krauser naturally knew where those bodies had gone. Those bodies had turned into bloody rain covering the entire New York.

Every drop of rain seemed to carry endless pain and sorrow. They fell one after another, covering the entire city in blood and terror. On the streets, blood gathered into a river, flowing slowly, as if the earth was crying. Buildings were eroded by rain, stained with a layer of dark red light, like a cursed fortress. People hid in the corners, watching all this in horror, their hearts filled with despair and helplessness.

Wolfgang Krauser pointed his finger at Fisk on the ground. The next second, several hideous figures quickly shot out from the sea.

These Khorne demons rushed towards Fisk like a black torrent with a violent aura. Their bodies were twisted and huge, their muscles bulged like hard stones, and their skin was a strange dark red color, as if it had been soaked in blood. Their faces were hideous and terrifying, and their eyes flashed blood-red light, like burning flames, full of madness and desire for killing. Sharp fangs protruded from their mouths, as if they were ready to bite their prey at any time.

They rushed forward with their claws and teeth bared, as fast as lightning. The sea water splashed behind them, making a huge noise. Their limbs were strong and powerful, and their claws were like sharp blades that could easily tear through steel. They exuded a strong smell of blood, which made people sick.

These former contestants of the Fighter's Contest have now completely become Khorne demons. Although they have lost their original appearance and the fighting skills they have practiced for many years, they are left with only the instinct to fight, but their strength has increased exponentially. Their attacks are fierce and brutal, and every swing of their claws carries a powerful force, as if it can destroy everything. Their roars echo in the air, making people tremble with fear.

Fisk stood there, looking at the Khorne demons that were coming in like a tide with cold eyes. He moved his neck slightly, making a "clicking" sound, like a lion about to wake up. When the first Khorne demon rushed to the front, Fisk moved.

His figure was like a ghost, and he disappeared instantly. The next moment, he appeared beside the Khorne demon, and kicked the demon's waist with a powerful side kick. With a "crack", the demon's sturdy body flew out like a sandbag, hitting the ground with a dull thud, and smashed a big hole in the ground. The demon roared in pain, but before it could get up, Fisk had already attacked again like lightning.

He jumped high and slammed his knee into the demon's head. There was another chilling sound of bone cracking, and the demon's head instantly caved in, with red and white liquid splashing everywhere. Seeing this, other Khorne demons roared and rushed towards Fisk.

Fisk was not afraid at all. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold smile. A demon waved its huge claws towards him. Fisk dodged the attack easily and punched the demon's elbow. The demon's arm broke instantly and bent into a weird angle. Fisk grabbed the demon's broken arm and pulled it hard, pulling the whole arm off.

The demon screamed, blood gushed out like a fountain. Fisk swung the demon's broken arm like a huge stick, smashing it hard at other demons. Every swing was accompanied by a powerful force and a sharp sound of wind. The demons were beaten to the ground, some had broken bones, and some had their heads smashed. The bloody smell filled the air, and the whole scene was like hell on earth.

Fisk became more and more courageous as he fought. He shuttled back and forth among the demons, leaving a mess wherever he went. His fists were like steel, and each of them could deal a fatal blow to the demons. His footsteps were flexible and varied, making it impossible for the demons to catch his sight.

A demon tried to attack him from behind, but Fisk turned around as if he had eyes on his back and kicked the demon in the chin. The demon's head flew high into the air, spinning in the air before falling heavily to the ground.

The demons around him all paused.

No more rushing upwards all at once.

Although they have been transformed into fearful demons, their minds are filled with endless desire for killing.

But this doesn't mean they are irrational.

But at this moment, Wolfgang Krauser raised his hand again, and scarlet light burst out from his palm.

The next second, the demons rushed over again with hesitation in their eyes.

All humanity was completely lost in their eyes.

Fisk stood in the blood, like a demon who dominated life and death.

The Khorne demon pounced on him madly, but only accelerated his own death.

The extremely large Khorne demon roared and rushed over, and its heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly. Fisk's eyes were stern, and he did not retreat but rushed forward like a flash of lightning. The moment he approached the demon, he suddenly jumped up, clamped his legs around the demon's neck like scissors, and twisted it hard. With a crisp "click", the demon's head was twisted off and rolled to the ground, and the blood from the neck spurted into the sky like a fountain.

Several more demons pounced at the same time. Fisk snorted coldly and shuttled between the demons like a phantom.

His hands were like sharp blades, slashing across the demons' bodies quickly. Every time he slashed, there was the sound of flesh being cut and blood spurting. The demons' bodies were cut into pieces and scattered on the ground. Some demons were cut in half, with their internal organs spilling all over the ground; some demons had their limbs cut off, leaving only their broken torsos writhing in pain.

A demon opened its bloody mouth and bit towards Fisk. Fisk stuffed his fist into the demon's mouth and pushed hard. The demon's mouth was stretched very wide, and then Fisk exerted force suddenly, and the demon's head exploded from the inside, and brain matter and blood mixed together and splattered everywhere.

Fisk continued his slaughter, his body was covered with the blood of demons, but his eyes became more and more cruel. He was like a ruthless killing machine, sending one Khorne demon after another into hell, until the entire battlefield had become a bloody slaughterhouse, with no intact demon corpses left, only endless blood and terror, and he stopped.

The white suit on his body had long since turned blood red.

The white suit on his body had already turned blood red. The originally straight white suit was now tightly wrapped in thick blood, and the sticky feeling was very uncomfortable, as if countless tiny insects were crawling on his body. Every drop of blood seemed to have a heavy weight, making the suit extremely heavy, sticking tightly to his body, restricting every movement of his body.