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

"Really? Hehehe, then I have to prove my worth." He threw away the sniper rifle in his hand and said, "Leave that guy to me. I will cut off his head and give it to you as a gift."

After Lester finished speaking, he gently touched his waist with his palm, and two sharp daggers appeared on his palm.

Then, without looking back, he threw it towards the shadow not far away.

The two daggers flew out one after the other, like frisbees, spinning up and down in the air.

But it seemed that he didn't have enough strength to fly out of the shadow at all. Just as he was about to land, he didn't expect that the two daggers suddenly collided with each other with great force.

"Boom!"

The next second, like a spinning top hit by a whip, it regained the power to spin.

"Ding! Ding!"

A flash of knife appeared from the shadows.

Like a chameleon, this guy who can provide himself with optical camouflage thought he was hiding very well, but how could the target Lester was targeting be lost so easily?

Lester ran quickly towards his opponent, while Fisk looked at the guns aimed at him and reached out from his arms to pull out a cigar, which he had taken from the airship.

In line with the principle of not wasting, he took several.

Although, I'm not used to smoking this thing.

However, it still feels very classy when you smoke it, and it's just right for use at this time.

He lit the cigar and took a deep puff.

"You bastards, I don't know how long it took you to bloodbath the Irish!

But please remember.

You only have ten minutes left to live.

And the one who will kill you will be Kingpin!"

Chapter 26 Maybe it would be nice to have a pangolin lick your toes.

"Kill him!"

"Whoosh!"

The sparks from the muzzle had not yet had time to spray out.

Suddenly, the wall bulged and cracked, and a big hole appeared. Behind the flying dirt and broken bricks, a long, straight stainless steel tube about seven or eight meters long, like a stair handrail, penetrated the wall.

Three or four soldiers didn't even have a chance to react before they were pierced through the body and nailed to the wall like candied haws.

Because the incident happened suddenly, they didn't die for a while and were still struggling, but they were obviously at the end of their strength.

The internal organs are severely damaged, broken, bleeding profusely, and death occurs within just a few minutes!

"left!"

All the guns were fired at the broken hole on the left.

The red bullets opened countless holes in the wall in the blink of an eye. Under the cover of bullets, three or four grenades were thrown into the holes, and the sound of explosions spread out from the holes.

The wall, which was already full of cracks, became even more shaky.

But what no one noticed was that as the explosions, flames and bullets flew, the target they had been paying attention to had disappeared from the roof of a two-story building not far away.

Fisk, who had somehow gotten behind them, grabbed a soldier in black combat uniform from behind, and tightly strangled his neck with his arms, like an eagle catching a chick. He held his arms, twisted his arms, lifted him up from the ground, controlled his palms, and pointed the gun at his teammates not far away.

"careful!"

He only had time to shout out this word before the hot bullet had already pierced through his teammate's body, "Dududududu!" It was unknown how many millimeters the bullet was, but when the bullet penetrated the body, the sound of the cavity breaking was particularly dull.

The "puff, puff, puff" sound was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum.

The agile soldiers were looking for cover while firing their weapons. It was not difficult to see from their standardized tactical movements that they were well-trained.

Unfortunately, they once again left their backs to the enemy.

Melanie grabbed a stainless steel handrail that she had removed from somewhere and swung it vigorously. The top of the handrail was flattened by her, like a sharp blade.

Under the cover of the pale yellow light on his palm, the waving speed was even faster than a bullet.

The defenseless soldiers were either knocked flying or had their necks quickly cut by the sharp bends in the stairs.

Attacked from both sides, the fully armed team was wiped out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the chaos of the battle, a stun bomb was suddenly thrown out from the ground beneath their feet.

Sound waves and strong light shot into the old building full of holes from the gaps. Fisk narrowed his eyes, not affected at all. He threw away the hornet's nest "shield" in his hand that was already full of holes, bent his body, and stepped into the smoke and dust raised by the strong light and shock wave.

The hot bullets came towards us.

Anyone could sense that it was just a random stray bullet.

These well-trained soldiers seemed to have lost their composure and began firing indiscriminately.

But even if it is a stray bullet, it is equally deadly.

"Puff puff~"

The sound of the streamlined bullet entering the flesh was still so harsh, and Fisk was grimacing in pain. He had to use his hands and arms to protect his head and chest to prevent being hit in the vital parts.

This time the bullet lodged deeper.

However, the muscles all over the body were pumping and pushing the hot bullets out again in a few seconds.

The super strong recovery ability is not a temporary product, but a permanent blessing given to the body by the medicine.

However, each recovery session consumes a lot of calories.

Fortunately, Fisk is fat and strong!

Totally affordable.

The bullet fell from the wound, and the tinkling sound was inconspicuous on the chaotic battlefield. This kind of bullet has extremely strong penetrating power, has a braking ability far beyond that of ordinary firearms, and flies at a very fast speed.

Combined with the professional qualities of these soldiers and their precise ballistic control capabilities.

No wonder most of those Irishmen had only one bullet hole in their heads.

"withdraw!"

I don't know who shouted this.

At the same time, Fisk rushed out of the dust, looked up and saw several surviving soldiers who were trying to retreat from a door not far away. The soldier walking at the end saw Fisk rushing out and immediately opened fire without any hesitation.

"Da da da!"

He quickly retreated backwards, firing slowly from the rifle in his hand, and each bullet would accurately hit Fisk's neck or the center of his head.

Even though he didn't use a scope, countless shooting training sessions had allowed him to reach the point where man and gun were one. Even when shooting from the hip without a scope, he could basically make the bullet land on one point.

But there is a common sense that what shooters fear most is encountering an unbeatable tank.

What's more, this tank has strong recovery capabilities.

Fisk rushed in front of him, swinging his fist straight at the opponent's head.

It looked like this guy was about to be punched in the head.

Fisk suddenly retracted his fist and lunged forward sideways.

The sharp claws broke through the restraints of the ground, and a claw covered with ochre-colored scales pierced his lower back. The tip of the claw had a lavender luster and smelled like almonds, which made people feel their scalp tingling.

Well known.

The deadly cyanide all tastes like almonds.

This sneak attack is hard to guard against.

After all, who would notice that such a sharp claw would suddenly extend from the concrete ground under your feet!

Or maybe this was a carefully prepared ambush.

Using soldiers as bait, simple and very effective.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the soldiers who had run out rushed back again.

The muzzle of the gun in his hand was pointed at Fisk who was exposed in front of them.

Unfortunately, they underestimated Fisk's ruthlessness!

Fisk suddenly stopped himself from lunging forward, allowing the sharp claws to tear his clothes and leave a deep scratch on his back.

However, Fisk's palm was like an iron clamp, grabbing the scaly arm.

At the same time, the other hand also grabbed the surface of the skin that was scratched by the sharp claws, and before the poison spread, it pulled hard to tear off the whole piece of flesh, including the skin and flesh.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Fisk's head was in pain, and immediately covered with fine beads of cold sweat, just like water droplets hanging on the glass in winter, rushing together and flowing down.

The scaly arm kept struggling and twisting, trying to retract the hand.

But how could Fisk let him have his wish?

The two feet were like steel pillars rooted in the ground, and the arms were like the booms of a crane. With a strong push backwards, the khaki arms and the body were pulled out of the mud, just like a radish covered with mud.

However, it is not embedded in soil, but hard concrete.

"pangolin?

Tsk tsk tsk, luckily here you are not some state-protected animal."

Another sharp claw came at him, this pangolin was quite lively.

One claw was caught, but the other was equally powerful.

It’s just a pity that he completely forgot about his own body. At this moment, he was like a straw lifted in the air. A grass without roots, how could he have the qualification to resist.

It seemed that the sharp claws were about to touch Fisk's body again.

Fisk's arm suddenly twisted, and the force from his wrist spread to the pangolin's body, smashing it to the ground. It felt like a pendulum tied to a chain, hitting the ground heavily.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Dull sounds rang out one after another.