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

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Ashes and smoke once again covered everything in the room.

The soldiers could only vaguely see a yellowish-brown figure in the dust constantly rolling up and down and making miserable howling sounds. The sound was so tragic that people who heard it felt creepy and dizzy.

But these soldiers seemed to be completely unaware of fear.

Instead of running away, they fired in the direction of the khaki figure's scream, trying to shoot Fisk and Pangolin into pieces.

"Tsk!"

Even though Fisk had a strong recovery ability and was not afraid of ordinary bullets, he was still unable to withstand it for a moment. He quickly waved the pangolin in his hand, swatting the bullets away to block them while retreating to the rear.

However, the fierce gunfire did not stop. The hard concrete could not withstand the sneak attack of bullets. The bullets hit the wall, leaving a series of craters connected like grapes on the originally smooth and flat white wall. Each crater was the size of an adult man's fist, making the already sloppy and dirty room even more dilapidated, as if walking into a battlefield where a fierce battle had just taken place.

"puff!"

A soldier who was shooting suddenly let out a muffled cry. He felt as if something hit the back of his head, but he no longer had the chance to resist.

His eyes rolled over and he fell to the ground, with scarlet blood flowing out from the back of his head. It was obvious that he had no breath and no life.

Immediately afterwards, dull collision sounds occurred one after another.

Steady and rhythmic, Melanie is like a qualified decorator.

He decisively swung the "hammer" in his hand and smashed the heads accurately, making the deafening and air-shaking gunshots disappear one by one.

Until the last soldier still standing was knocked to the ground by a handrail and his head exploded like a watermelon, the sound of gunfire, flames and dust finally began to slowly dissipate.

The pangolin in his hand had turned into a large piece of rotten meat. The yellow scales were all cracked, and it looked dead. Only the twitching body showed that it was still alive... Fisk threw him to the ground and sat on him.

Ignoring the piercing scales on his body, he twisted his body vigorously for a few times and gasped: "Is everything resolved?"

Melanie was also injured, with bullets in her arms and thighs.

However, she threw the completely deformed armrest in her hand to the ground as if nothing had happened, and kicked the pangolin's head, which was still twitching, and said, "Except this one, they should all be dead!" As she said that, she was about to stomp on his head.

This is the hidden method used by this guy to launch a sneak attack.

Now that I think about it, Fazi’s inexplicable coma might be related to the poison on his claws.

Fisk reached out to stop him.

"Don't do it. I need to find out where my box is before I kill him."

Lester said he only took the box containing the potions, but Fisk went back and looked around but did not find the box containing the magnetic infantry equipment.

Although, after using it once, Fisk knew that the side effects of that thing were indeed quite scary. He was almost electrocuted into charcoal before he even used it much.

However, even though he was not a scientist, he understood that those devices that emitted electric current in a directional manner must be very valuable, especially those that could emit electric current in an almost straight line to places dozens of meters away... Fisk was already considering whether to recruit a few scientists to dissect, decompose and study this device.

Then, see if you can't make some electrical weapons that aren't so dangerous.

Of course, those are all things for later.

Not to mention hiring scientists, just building a laboratory is a huge expense that Fisk cannot afford right now.

More importantly, don't forget that there is still a sword hanging over Fisk's head - drive the Irish out of New York City within a month and eliminate all their strongholds... Although this task has some progress now, it is still a long way to go.

What's more, the Mexicans have now realized that it was not the Irish who killed Anno... They have to divert the fire back. Otherwise, instead of provoking a war between the Mexicans and the Irish, they will be hunted down by both sides!

"Boom!"

A round object was rolling on the ground.

Fisk, who was sitting on the pangolin's body and loaded with bullets, saw this thing, reached out and took a look at it, then threw it aside.

It's a human head.

It's still an Asian head.

However, the guy with the small nose, small eyes and mustache should be from the same hometown as Fa Zi.

Then think about his sneaky fighting style.

Could this thing really be a ninja?

Blood was still dripping from the broken part.

Lester walked back from a distance, holding his chest with his hands. He kept coughing as he walked and looked seriously injured.

However, a creaking sound continued to come from his body, and his hunched body slowly expanded like an inflated balloon.

"You got hurt after dealing with such a thing?"

Fisk looked at Lester sarcastically.

"Ha! You don't look much better. You've been shot to pieces."

Lester rolled his eyes.

It's true that he was stabbed in the chest, but the way Fisk dug the bullets out of his muscles one by one looked much more miserable, didn't it?

“Let’s retreat first!

Hell's Kitchen is quiet right now.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions were too conspicuous.

Soldiers from the National Coast Guard arrived soon after.

They are not deaf.”

"I used to think that only the New York Police Department would be late, but I didn't expect that the Coast Guard would also be late." Melanie complained, but her eyes inadvertently swept across Fisk's torn clothes, and the muscles that were as hard as iron.

“Hahaha, this is the specialty of Hell’s Kitchen!”

Fisk carried the pangolin on his back.

Just as I was about to leave, a cell phone rang slowly from a corpse not far away that was not yet completely cold.

Melanie bent down, picked up the phone and handed it to Fisk.

Fisk looked around and answered the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Jin Bing!" A feminine female voice came from the other end of the phone. The voice was a little sharp, but not very unpleasant. Instead, it had a weird beauty.

Fisk said nothing.

He just suddenly swung his fist at the corpse beside him.

A small green snake jumped out from the corpse.

The snake slapped the ground with its tail and its 15-centimeter-long body jumped onto the wall. It was hard to imagine how its scaly belly allowed it to slide quickly on the vertical wall.

Lester raised his gun and shot. The bullet accurately locked onto the little snake's body, but the little snake seemed to have eyes on the back of its head. Every time at the critical moment, it twisted its body and successfully escaped from Lester's bullet, until it sank deep into the gap in the wall and disappeared completely.

"Don't be so irritable, Mr. Jin Bing." The woman on the other end of the phone seemed to sense something, and she stopped talking suddenly and chuckled, "Your box is in my hand. I want to talk to you about cooperation!

By the way, see if you can buy back my men."

"All you have left is a rotting pangolin."

"Is Tom the only one left?

Oh!

This poor little kitty!

Please keep him alive, I want him to lick my toes!"

Fisk sneered and threw the pangolin on his back to the ground.

He picked up the assault rifle nearby, aimed it at his head and fired the entire magazine. The pangolin, who was already seriously injured and dying, had a head that looked like a rotten tomato, with blood and brain matter flying everywhere, and air leaking out from all sides. It was a horrible sight.

If Hua Tuo were still alive, he would probably only be able to shake his head.

If it can’t be cured, just wait to die!

"Well, now he's dead too."

Fisk originally thought that he would most likely hear some deafening or hysterical roar.

But unexpectedly, the woman's voice on the other end became softer.

And she even moaned softly.

"Well, you really fascinate me, Mr. Kingpin, I can't wait to meet you!"

"I want to see you, too, strange lady." Fisk turned his head and heard footsteps in the distance. "I'm waiting for you in Hell's Kitchen. If you don't come, I'll find you."

“I will definitely go, dear Mr. Jin Bing!

I believe that we can become close partners!

To show my sincerity, Tom's bile has the ability to detoxify and can remove the cyanide poison on his claws.

How about this, is this a good start for our cooperation? "

"Hahahaha, bring my box here, I'll open a bottle of red wine to treat you."

"Okay, I like red wine the best, I hope we can have a wonderful night."

Hang up.

Fisk shrugged.

"It looks like there will be a second round of this competition."

"At least we won the first game, didn't we?"

"really!

Lester, take out his guts, and we'll leave first."