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

The window not far away suddenly exploded, and then a large number of winged creatures, like gargoyles in Western horror stories, quickly flew in from the window. Their number was endless, and they flew towards the three people like moths to a flame.

Facing these gargoyles that suddenly flew over, Monica pulled Mrs. Stacy back, while Louise quickly raised her hand, and the next second the blood flowing from the corpse began to tremble rapidly.

Then, he returned to the corpse, which was visibly swelling up, like a balloon about to burst. The skin of the corpse was stretched to be as thin as a cicada's wing, and the blue blood vessels protruded on the surface like twisted earthworms, which could burst at any time.

They were about to explode, but the gargoyles showed no fear and kept flying forward. They opened their bloody mouths, showing their sharp fangs, and their eyes flashed with crazy light, as if they had lost all reason, like puppets being controlled remotely.

At this critical moment, the corpse exploded. The power of the explosion was like a heavy bomb, and the strong shock wave instantly spread in all directions. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, broken bones splattered everywhere, and broken limbs and arms fell like raindrops. A disgusting bloody smell quickly filled the air, and the smell was so strong that it almost suffocated people.

The blood that burst out from the corpse was like a sharp blade, shooting out in all directions at an extremely fast speed. The gargoyles that rushed to the front had no time to dodge and were cut into pieces in an instant.

Wherever the blood went, the gargoyles' bodies were easily cut apart, their hard wings were cut off, and their stone-like bodies were chopped into pieces. The broken gargoyle bodies fell one after another, hitting the ground with a dull sound. Some gargoyles were cut in half, with their internal organs and intestines spilling all over the ground. The scene was horrible.

The bodies of the gargoyles that had been killed also began to swell further, and then the explosion caused a chain reaction. One gargoyle after another was shattered to pieces in the explosion, and the roar of the explosion continued one after another.

The entire hospital seemed to have turned into a hell on earth. The shock wave caused countless cracks to appear on the walls, as if they had been scratched by a huge monster.

All the window glass was shattered, and the fragments flew in the air like sharp blades, cutting everything around into pieces.

The ground was covered with the remains and flesh of the gargoyles, as well as large craters created by the explosions. The craters were filled with minced meat and bones, like horrible pools of blood.

Some of the gargoyles' heads were blown off and rolled to the side, their eyes still wide open, as if they were telling of the fear of death. The scene was terrifying, as if the end of the world had come.

Louise's face was full of disdain. Although she was no match for Fisk, as a veteran top vampire ancestor, dealing with these fragile guys was like playing with mud.

But before she could be happy for too long, more gargoyles smashed the windows and flew into this floor. They were like a surging black tide, endless and endless. Those pairs of eyes flashing with strange light looked particularly hideous in the dim light.

Louise tilted her head and quickly took a few steps back. Then the blood-red light enveloped her, Monica, and Mrs. Stacy. The next second, the three of them disappeared from the spot.

The bodies on the ground that had been blown to pieces began to swell up again, to a terrifying degree, as if they would burst at any moment. Finally, the bodies exploded again, with a force even more violent than before.

Blood and flesh spurted out like a rainstorm, with a huge impact. Some gargoyles were blown into pulp, and the minced meat and blood plasma mixed together, covering the walls and ceiling. Some gargoyles had their wings blown off, and their bodies spun in the air and fell, hitting the ground with a dull sound. The broken limbs flew everywhere, and some even embedded in the wall, leaving only a horrible stump.

The shock wave from the explosion destroyed everything around. Tables and chairs were overturned, and medical equipment was blown to pieces. Metal fragments shot in all directions like bullets, piercing bloody holes in the gargoyles' bodies. Some gargoyles had their necks cut off by the fragments, and their heads rolled down, with blood gushing out like fountains.

The entire floor was shrouded in blood mist, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and death.

Those gargoyles that were still alive struggled in this horrific scene, but the explosion of more corpses triggered a chain reaction, leaving them with nowhere to escape and they could only be torn to pieces in despair.

Chapter 246 Reinforcements

Doesn’t Fisk know that the outside world is in chaos?

Of course, although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could already guess that the outside world must be in chaos.

However, he is now unable to do anything because he has been forced to leave New York.

Yes, that's right, he was locked outside of New York. Or rather, he was locked inside New York, he was trapped in another world, if we use professional terms, it should be called - the mirror world.

The mirror world is eerily similar to the New York he is familiar with, yet it is also strange. The layout of the streets is exactly the same, but the surface of the buildings is shining with strange light, as if shrouded by a layer of mysterious power.

The mirror world is eerily similar to the New York he is familiar with, yet it is also strange. The layout of the streets is exactly the same, but the surface of the buildings is shining with strange light, as if shrouded by a layer of mysterious power.

Fisk can easily destroy everything here. He can even control the elemental elves here and crush everything he sees into powder.

But what's the use? He has no way to leave here, and the only way to take him out of here is that Fisk turned his head and looked at the half-dead body on the ground, which had been beaten into a pulp by him. If he remembered correctly, the only way to leave this mirror world was to use something called a mirror ring.

He frowned and stared at the broken corpse, feeling very annoyed. However, the corpse was also very strange as it had no soul.

But if he hadn't acted on impulse, he might have been able to find more clues about the mirror ring from this corpse. He slowly squatted down, trying to find even the slightest clue from the blurred flesh and blood. However, apart from the disgusting smell of blood and broken tissue, he found nothing.

As he lay on the ground, searching for the bloody corpse, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the sky. The sound was low and weak at first, like thunder from the distant sky, and gradually, the sound became louder and louder, like countless angry wasps flapping their wings in his ears.

Fisk was startled and subconsciously looked up, only to see a strange light appearing in the sky. Mysterious runes flashed in the light, as if a huge magic circle was slowly starting up.

Then the street not far away suddenly began to twist. The ground shook violently, making a chilling roar. The originally solid road surface was twisted and deformed as if being kneaded by an invisible giant hand. The hundreds of meters high buildings on both sides of the street also began to tilt slowly, as if they were giants about to fall. The glass curtain walls of the buildings shattered under the twisting force, and countless glass fragments fell like a rainstorm.

Fisk looked at all this, and a great feeling of suffocation came over him. However, just a moment later, his expression changed.

He was not frightened by this doomsday scene, but looked at everything in front of him with curiosity. There was a glimmer of inquiry in his eyes, as if this was not a disaster, but a puzzle waiting for him to solve.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing the strange light and mysterious runes in the sky. Those runes were like ancient codes, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. He tried to interpret their meaning and look for possible clues. The shaking of the ground did not make him retreat. He stood there steadily, feeling the power coming from his feet. The twisted streets seemed like an abstract painting in his eyes, full of unknown mysteries.

Although the leaning buildings on both sides of the street brought a huge sense of oppression, Fisk was not afraid. He looked up at the huge body without any fear in his heart. He was thinking about the reason behind all this. What force caused these buildings to tilt? Was it the loss of control of magic, or some unknown force? The wind was howling, and the air was filled with dust and fear, but Fisk seemed to be in a quiet laboratory, concentrating on studying the phenomenon in front of him.

The building was getting closer and closer, and its huge body seemed to crush everything. Fisk could even hear the creaking and breaking sounds of the building as it collapsed. The sound was like the death knell of doomsday, constantly echoing in his ears. However, he remained calm. Although his heartbeat accelerated sharply, it was because of excitement rather than fear.

Because Fisk knew that there were other living people here, which meant he could leave.

However, before that, he had to prevent himself from being killed.

The building suddenly crashed into Fisk, and at that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was falling on him. The building, which was hundreds of meters high, was like a huge mountain, pressing down with overwhelming force. The building began to twist at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache, as if it was struggling in pain. Fisk was enveloped by this behemoth, and the surroundings instantly fell into darkness.

At this moment, the ground beneath his feet began to twist and vibrate. The ground seemed to have life, squirming madly and constantly wrapping around his body. Fisk felt like he had fallen into a huge quagmire, tightly bound by an invisible force. He tried to struggle, but found that his strength was so small in front of this powerful natural force. His hands and feet were firmly trapped, unable to move at all.

However, despite being in such a desperate situation, Fisk was not hurt at all. His body seemed to be protected by an invisible shield, and the forces that were enough to destroy everything dissipated the moment they touched him.

But he knew that he couldn't be delayed here.

He wants to get out!

Fisk broke free with his strength as huge as a mountain, and in just a dozen seconds, he demolished all the buildings that were crushing him into ruins. At that moment, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were shaking. Huge rocks and steel bars flew everywhere like meteors, hitting the ground with a deafening roar, and dust rose up in the sky, like a thick gray curtain, covering the entire area in chaos.

Wrapped in the cyan light, he flew into the air. The cyan light was like a lively flame, dancing wildly around his body, giving him an otherworldly aura. Fisk looked down at the ruins below, his eyes revealing determination and resoluteness. His pupils turned dark, and Fisk began to look for the existence of his soul. He looked around, but did not find any soul. Everything around him was white, and there was no soul light flashing. Recalling that the guy he had beaten to death before also had no soul, Fisk decided to change the way of looking.

But at this moment, a buzzing sound appeared in the sky again. The sound was like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking the entire mirror world. But this time, what was crushing him was not a tall building, but a huge fireball that occupied one-tenth of the sky.

The fireball burned fiercely, like an angry star. The blazing flames rolled and surged, emitting a suffocating high temperature, as if it could instantly turn everything in the world into ashes. The flames danced, and every leap seemed like a dance of destruction, distorting the surrounding air and making the entire space become illusory.

The fireball was so bright and dazzling, like countless sharp swords piercing in all directions, that it was impossible to look directly at it. Fisk's eyes widened, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart. Fortunately, this was in the mirror world. If it was in the real world, when this fireball fell on the ground, everything would be smashed to pieces!

He could feel the huge energy contained in the fireball, as if it could destroy everything. The energy was like a surging tide, constantly impacting his mind, making him feel unprecedented pressure. The fireball was getting closer and closer, and the high temperature made the air become boiling hot, as if it was going to melt Fisk in this endless heat.

"Then come on!"

Fisk roared, and the sound seemed to be the roar of a war drum from ancient times, with endless majesty and dominance, reverberating in the entire mirror world, as if to shake this mysterious space. Countless white light spots disappeared from his eyes, and the light spots were like the falling of bright stars. The disappearance of each light spot seemed to take away a mysterious power, making the surrounding air tremble.

The elemental elves surrounding him were in a boiling turmoil. Those agile elves were like ignited flames, dancing and spinning wildly. The magical aura emanating from them spread in all directions like a surging wave. Wherever they went, the air seemed to be distorted by this powerful energy.

Clear water appeared out of thin air, as if it was a mysterious force born from nothingness, with an ethereal and pure breath. Endless water rushed toward the sky, and the water flow was like a giant dragon galloping endlessly, rushing towards the sky with its fangs and claws bared.

The remains of the surrounding buildings were engulfed by the water and assimilated into more water in a very short time.

The water was surging, and the wreckage rolled and collided in the water, making dull sounds, as if telling the story of its past glory and present helplessness.

The water flow is like a huge furnace, melting everything in it and constantly growing its power.

As the fireball was about to hit Fisk, the area around him had turned into a vast ocean. The ocean was vast and boundless, with no end in sight. The surging waves piled up one after another, constantly hitting the sky, making a deafening roar. Each wave was like a towering mountain, with an unstoppable momentum, as if it was going to drown the entire world in this endless ocean.

There is great power contained in the waves. They roll and roar like thousands of troops charging into battle. The momentum is terrifying.

Fisk stood on the waves like an invincible god of war. His figure was tall and majestic, and his clothes rustled in the sea breeze. His eyes were burning with rage, and that rage was like hot magma, as if it could burn everything to ashes. His face was firm, as if no force could shake his determination.

Fisk exuded a powerful pressure, which was like a heavy mountain, making everything around him submit. He stood there quietly, as if he was the master of the world, and the air around him became heavy because of his existence. He raised his hands slightly, and the movement seemed gentle, but it seemed to contain endless power. It was as if his hands were connected to the entire universe and could control the fate of all things in the world. Under his command, the endless sea water condensed into a huge water wall, which towered into the clouds, like a pillar of heaven in mythology. The water wall exuded a mysterious light, which was like a bright star, illuminating the entire mirror world. Every ray of light contained a powerful magic, which made people feel an indescribable majesty.

Above the water wall, the water was rushing, as if it was an indestructible barrier, ready to meet the impact of the fireball. The water was roaring, like thousands of troops charging into battle. The water collided with each other, making a deafening sound, as if the gods were beating the drums of war. Fisk's momentum was like a towering mountain, unshakable. His posture was upright and majestic, like an immortal monument. His eyes were burning with a raging fighting spirit, and that fighting spirit was like a blazing flame that could burn all enemies to ashes. His determination and courage were fully demonstrated at this moment, as if no force could stop his pace forward.

In an instant, the fireball was like a falling meteor, slamming into the water wall with the force of thunder. The fireball was so huge that it seemed like a burning sun, emitting a suffocating high temperature. The fireball dragged a long tail flame, cutting through the sky, carrying the power to destroy everything. At the moment the two collided, dazzling light filled the entire space. The light was like a supernova explosion, so bright that people could not look directly at it. The light illuminated every corner, as if it was going to burn the whole world. The invisible shock wave penetrated in all directions, like a surging tsunami, carrying the power to destroy everything. Wherever the shock wave went, everything was destroyed. Those safe and sound buildings in the distance were torn apart by this terrible shock wave, and bricks and rubble flew all over the sky, as if it was the end of the world. The building collapsed instantly under the impact of the shock wave and turned into a ruin.

Where the fireball and the water wall collided, the flames and the water flow fought fiercely. The high temperature released by the fireball seemed to melt everything, and the blazing flames licked the water wall frantically, trying to evaporate it. The flames were like ferocious beasts, pouncing on the water wall with bared fangs and claws. However, under Fisk's control, the water wall was as solid as a rock. The water flow continued to surge, endlessly, resisting the attack of the fireball with softness. The water flow was like a gentle mother, embracing the violence of the flames. The flames and the water flow entangled with each other, making a deafening roar, as if two huge armies were fighting fiercely. The sound was like the roar of thunder, which made people's eardrums tremble.

As time went by, the water wall gradually gained the upper hand. The water flow continued to wash over the fireball, taking away its heat bit by bit. The water wall was like a wise general, calmly directing the battle. The light of the fireball began to dim, and its size gradually shrank.

The once invincible fireball became weak under the attack of the water wall. Finally, under the strong pressure of the water wall, the fireball was completely extinguished, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating in the air. The water wall still stood, emitting a blue light of victory. The light was like a triumphal flag, announcing Fisk's victory.

Fisk suddenly turned around and looked not far away. As the shock wave swept away, all the surrounding buildings were crushed. Broken walls and ruins piled up like mountains, and dust filled the air, as if a layer of gray gauze was cast over this desolate land.

At the same time, three or four shadows were running quickly towards the distance. As they ran, a large number of wooden-like structures appeared under their feet, which allowed them to run quickly in the air.

The wooden boards seemed to be magical creations, emitting a mysterious light. The appearance of each board just carried their footsteps just right, allowing them to fly away quickly like flying birds.

Fisk sneered: "Finally found you rats." His voice was cold and majestic, as if an inviolable king was declaring the fate of his enemies.

Then, the wall of water under his feet seemed to come to life, carrying Fisk and quickly chasing after these people.

The water wall surged, making a huge roar, like an angry dragon roaring. The water flowed endlessly, carrying Fisk forward at an astonishing speed. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, leaving white airflow traces.

Fisk stood on the water wall, his eyes fixed on the fleeing figures in front of him. He would never let them escape easily. As the water wall approached quickly, the figures in front seemed to feel a huge pressure. Their movements became more flustered, and the wooden structure under their feet began to show signs of instability.

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at the same time.

Dimitrescu held the girls and flew quickly in the air. She kept spinning in the air to avoid the huge stone men and red tanks thrown from the ground. Her slender figure danced flexibly in the air, like an elegant black swan. The girls snuggled tightly in her arms, their eyes full of fear and anxiety.

Below, the Stone Man and the Red Tank were like two unstoppable beasts of destruction. Every time the Stone Man took a step, the ground shook violently, leaving deep footprints, as if the earth was afraid of his power. He picked up cars one by one and threw them at Dimitrescu in the air like throwing small stones. The cars spun in the air, the metal shells flashing cold light under the sunlight, and then they fell heavily to the ground with a deafening roar, and instantly turned into a pile of twisted scrap metal.

The Red Tank was like a heavy tank that rushed forward, crushing everything wherever it went. He roared, his muscles like hard rocks, emitting a terrifying power. Street lamps were easily broken when he passed by, the lamp poles bent and fell, the glass lampshades shattered, and the fragments flew everywhere. Cars were like fragile toys under his feet, easily crushed into scrap metal. The sound of metal twisting and glass breaking intertwined, like a symphony of destruction.

Three people, chasing each other, wherever the Stone Man and Red Tank's destructive bodies go, the city streets of New York have become a ruin. The once prosperous streets are now unrecognizable, with huge cracks all over the road surface, like a hideous mouth.

The shop windows were shattered, the merchandise was scattered all over the ground, and the dust and debris covered the ground. The trees on the roadside were uprooted and fell to the ground in all directions. The whole city seemed to have experienced a doomsday catastrophe, and only the smell of despair and destruction filled the air.

Dimitrescu had to fly and dodge at the same time, the things thrown at her by the two giants below, and she couldn't help feeling a little suffocated.

In fact, if it weren't for the girls in her arms, she could completely change her form and use her most powerful form to teach these two ignorant guys a lesson.

But now, the most important thing is to protect the girls in my arms.

She kept twisting and turning in the air. Although her posture was still elegant, she could not hide her embarrassment.

There was a hint of anxiety and anger in her eyes, but she had to suppress her anger and focus on avoiding the dangers that were raining down on her.

Just as she was concentrating on dealing with the attack from below, a black SUV rushed towards her like a ferocious beast. The car was extremely fast, the roar of the engine seemed like an angry roar, and the body of the car flashed a cold metallic light in the sun. It crashed into the red tank with the force of thunder, and the huge impact made the ground shake.

The front of the SUV was instantly dented, parts flew everywhere, and the windshield shattered into countless pieces.

At the same time, the roof of the SUV broke open, and a figure jumped out of the SUV like lightning. The figure was agile and drew a graceful arc in the air.

She was dressed in black, holding a sword in her hand, the blade emitting a cold light. In the sky, she drew out the sword without hesitation, the movement was smooth, as if she had merged with the sword.

The next second, a sharp scream was deafening, as if the air was cut directly apart. The sound was sharp and piercing, like a sword cutting through glass, making people's eardrums tremble.

The knife flashed, like a dazzling lightning, and instantly hit the Red Tank. Under the blade, the huge body of the Red Tank flew out directly.

The Red Tank roared, but could not withstand the powerful force, and flew backwards like a cannonball. He knocked down a building, and smoke and dust billowed up, submerging his figure.

Dimitrescu breathed a sigh of relief.

Reinforcements finally arrived.

Take a day off

I have diarrhea, it hurts so much, I feel like I'm going to collapse. I'll update as normal tomorrow, and there will be a special episode.