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

Chapter 247 Combat

Dimitrescu quickly landed at the end of the street and put down all the people in his arms. Melanie jumped down from the building next to her.

She looked at Dimitrescu, and saw that the person in her arms was safe and sound. The expression on her face looked a little better. "How is it? I came in time, right?" Dimitrescu moved her neck, and the wings behind her quickly merged into her body. She looked back at the red tank that was crawling out of the ruins, and the stone man that looked like a small mountain, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Yes, it was really in time."

Her palm quickly transformed into a long and narrow object similar to a medieval knight's lance. It looked extremely sharp, and even had starlight flickering on the edges. With a slight wave, a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and it felt as if the air could be cut directly.

Dimitrescu's eyes were stern, and he exuded a powerful aura, like an invincible god of war.

The Red Tank stood up from the ruins, roaring angrily. Although his body was huge, his movements were very agile. The Stone Man also moved slowly, and every step made the ground tremble slightly. Dimitrescu was not afraid at all. She held the sharp spear in her hand, and her posture was as straight as a pine tree. The riot also wrapped around the spear, giving the originally black spear a layer of silver-white luster, as if it was covered with a layer of steel shell.

Dimitrescu narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing determination and coldness. She held the spear tightly, feeling the violent power surging in it.

Red Tank roared and rushed towards Dimitrescu, shaking the ground with every step. He swung his huge fist, making a whirring sound, as if he could smash everything to pieces.

The stone man followed closely with heavy steps, his huge body giving people a strong sense of oppression. However, he suddenly stopped because Tang Jing jumped onto his body. Tang Jing was agile, like a flexible monkey, standing firmly on the huge body of the stone man. The two arms growing from his ribs took out two sharp short knives from nowhere, and at this moment, they were coordinating with the sword in their hands to chop the stone man's body that looked like granite.

The blades collided with the stone, making a crisp sound and sparks flying. The two short knives were extremely sharp, and each chop was powerful. Although the granite was extremely tough, it was still covered with cracks at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She kept swinging the dagger, seemingly tirelessly. As more and more cracks appeared, the stone man's body began to sway slightly, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time.

The stone man roared angrily and tried to throw Tang Jing off. He shook his huge body, making a dull sound. However, Tang Jing held the stone man tightly and did not flinch. She continued to chop hard, like a puppet, and would not stop until she broke the stone man into pieces.

And facing the red tanks sprinting towards them.

Dimitrescu showed no fear. She tapped the ground with her toes and rushed forward like lightning. She shook the spear in her hand, and a silver-white light flashed, piercing the red tank with a sharp sound.

Red Tank quickly raised his arm to block, but the sharpness of the spear was beyond his imagination, and instantly left a deep scratch on the armor of his arm.

Red Tank felt the pain and roared even more angrily. He attacked Dimitrescu frantically, but Dimitrescu dodged his attacks flexibly and kept counterattacking with his spear. Each attack was powerful and precise, making it difficult for Red Tank to resist.

However, at this moment, the white-haired man who had attacked Gwen and the others before rushed back from nowhere. He was as fast as a gust of wind and could not be seen by the naked eye. Suddenly, there was a strange fluctuation in the air, as if an invisible force was surging rapidly.

The next second, the white-haired man appeared like a ghost. His speed was so fast that people only saw a flash before their eyes, as if he suddenly jumped out from another time and space.

He had two sharp brass knuckles on his hands, which seemed to be able to penetrate the hardest metal. He was about to rush to Dimitrescu's side and hit him on the back of the head. The brass knuckles passed through the air, bringing with them a sharp whistling sound, as if the scythe of the god of death was approaching.

However, Dimitrescu seemed to have eyes on her back. At the critical moment, she dodged to the side, and the brass knuckles brushed past her hair, just a millimeter away. Dimitrescu's reaction speed was amazing.

She turned around quickly, shook the spear in her hand, and a silver-white light pierced towards the white-haired man.

The white-haired man missed his attack and immediately disappeared into the air again. However, he did not look for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Instead, he turned around and rushed towards Gwen and the others who had just been put down not far away.

The purpose of their coming here this time was for these girls, especially for Gwen. As long as they could catch Gwen, then this battle would be won without a fight. But how could Melanie let him get close to the girls so easily?

The jade pendant on Melanie's chest burst out with light. If this jade pendant could only emit yellow light before, the light emitted by the jade pendant at this moment, in addition to yellow, also had a faint golden color.

The light was dazzling, as if it contained infinite power.

Melanie suddenly raised her hand and punched forward, her target being the white figure rushing towards her not far away.

At first, Melanie's punches were very slow, as if she was gathering strength. Her arms slowly rose, and every movement was clearly visible, yet with an indescribable majesty.

But the next second, Melanie and her fist disappeared as well, as if they had instantly melted into the air, leaving no trace behind.

At the same time, a crashing sound suddenly came from the air not far away. The sound was like thunder, making people's ears buzz. Then two figures retreated backwards at the same time.

The figure of the white-haired man appeared, with a look of surprise and pain on his face. Melanie landed steadily on the ground. "How can you keep up with my speed? You are also a mutant... No, your power comes from the jade pendant on your chest." The white-haired man disappeared again.

The air was instantly filled with tension, as if an invisible storm was about to sweep in. The figure of the white-haired man was as elusive as a ghost, and every time he appeared, he brought a strong sense of oppression. However, Melanie was not afraid at all. Her eyes were fixed on the space around her, keenly sensing the movements of the white-haired man.

Melanie also disappeared, and the two of them kept colliding in the air. Every collision made a dull sound, as if it was a fierce confrontation between two powerful forces. Compared to Melanie who was unarmed, the white-haired man wore boxing gloves without any martial ethics, but he did not gain the upper hand at all, but was beaten back step by step.

He relied on his super speed, constantly looking for opportunities to attack while moving at high speed. However, Melanie actually used her fighting skills. Each of her movements was concise and powerful, full of explosive power. She cleverly used her physical advantages to flexibly dodge the attacks of the white-haired man and quickly counterattack. Every punch she threw accurately hit the white-haired man's vital points, making him unable to defend himself.

Gwen and the others looked at the scene in front of them and wanted to help, but Erica stopped them and snapped her fingers at the truck that was following them: "Let them do this rough work!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire carriage of the truck exploded, and the huge sound echoed in the air like thunder. The strong shock wave spread in all directions, raising a cloud of dust. More than a dozen fully armed tyrants jumped out of the carriage. Their figures were like steel giants, full of oppression.

These tyrants were all tall and burly, wearing thick black coats that gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the sun.

Their helmets were horrible, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, like demons from hell. In their hands they held various heavy weapons, including powerful heavy sniper rifles and rocket launchers.

The barrel of the heavy sniper rifle is thick and slender, exuding the breath of death.

The tyrants held their sniper rifles steadily, and with the help of electronic chips, they accurately aimed at the red tanks and stone men. Their fingers gently pulled the triggers, and with deafening noises, bullets whizzed out like meteors, shooting towards the target with powerful penetrating power.

The rocket launcher was even more frightening, as its thick barrel seemed to contain infinite power. The tyrants picked up the rocket launcher, adjusted the angle, and fired decisively.

The rockets dragged long flames and rushed towards the red tanks and the stone men like small comets. The explosions resounded through the sky, flames shot up into the sky, and smoke filled the air.

At the same time, more trucks were gathering here in the distance, their wheels rolling and raising dust. Each truck seemed to be a mobile war fortress, bringing more power and hope.

Finally, birdmen appeared in the sky. These guys wearing birdmen's combat uniforms were like eagles spreading their wings. Their combat uniforms were light and flexible, and their wings spread out, flying freely in the air. They held various hot weapons in their hands and launched a fierce attack on the red tanks and stone men.

Dimitrescu and Tang Jing had already retreated. Seeing the reinforcements coming, the white-haired man turned and ran, leaving Melanie where she was. Melanie curled her lips, her eyes full of disdain, as if she was mocking the white-haired man's cowardice. She raised her chin slightly, looking at the white-haired man's back as he walked away, her heart full of contempt.

Dimitrescu landed in front of everyone, her figure was as straight as a pine tree, exuding a powerful aura. "Leave this to the Tyrant! We have to take the girls back to the building! By the way, is there any news about Fisk? He should have arrived at the battlefield as soon as possible." Her voice was steady and powerful, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Melanie shook her head, and there was a hint of doubt in her eyes. Erica said, "Let's get in the car first. We can talk about it in the car." The SUV they were riding in when they came here had been smashed into scrap metal, but it didn't matter, because there was more than one car coming with the convoy.

Soon, everyone got on the bus.

The vehicle's engine roared, as if telling of the new journey that was about to begin.

The atmosphere in the car was somewhat heavy, and everyone was thinking about the next move. The battle in the distance was still going on, and the stone man was too big.

Looking out the car window, you can see the fierce battle between the tyrants and the red tanks and stone men.

Flames shot up into the sky and smoke filled the air, like a doomsday picture.

Every movement of the giant stone man made the ground tremble. Although the tyrants' attacks were fierce, it seemed difficult to defeat them in a short time.

However, everyone was not nervous at all. There were plenty of tyrants, so let these guys know what a human wave war was!

The convoy moved forward towards the San Fisk community. Dimitrescu frowned and asked Erica, "Where did these guys come from?"

Her eyes were full of doubt and vigilance, as if she was trying to find the answer. Dimitrescu's brows were furrowed like a small mountain, revealing her inner worries.

Erica shook her head: "I don't know, but it must have been premeditated. Almost all of our strongholds have been attacked." There was a hint of fatigue and helplessness in her voice. This sudden attack caught them off guard.

Gwen, who was sitting in another car, suddenly asked through the radio: "Mom, how is Mom?" Gwen's voice was full of anxiety and worry. She held the radio tightly, as if it was the only connection between her and her mother.

Erica picked up the radio: "Monica has protected Mrs. Stacy and returned to the community. We just contacted each other." Erica's voice was calm and firm, trying to bring a little comfort to Gwen.

As they were talking, the brand new San Fisk Building had already appeared in everyone's sight. But at this moment, the San Fisk Building was already covered by a dark shadow. In the sky, countless gargoyles that looked like big birds kept hitting everything they could see. The figures of those gargoyles looked particularly ferocious in the sun. Their wings were broad and powerful, and every flap brought a gust of wind.

A large number of tyrants and gunmen were firing back. The heavy weapons in the hands of the tyrants kept spitting out flames, and bullets rained down on the gargoyles in the sky. Every gunshot was like thunder, making people's ears buzz.

The gunmen were distributed in various positions. They calmly aimed at the targets and kept shooting.

The air around the San Fisk Building was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the ground was littered with shell casings and rubble. The intensity of the battle was terrifying, as if a doomsday battle was taking place.

At the same time, a large amount of pink mist suddenly appeared on the street directly in front of the convoy. The mist was vast and seemed to have life, sweeping towards the convoy.

The pink mist surged like a tide, carrying a strange aura. Wherever the mist passed, the shells and gravel on the ground seemed to be pushed by some mysterious force and trembled slightly.

The fog was getting closer and closer, and the air was filled with a sweet smell that made people feel a little dizzy. The people in the convoy immediately became alert, and they all tightened their weapons and watched the approaching pink fog nervously.

Some tyrants raised heavy weapons and tried to shoot into the fog, but the bullets seemed to lose their power in the fog, making only a dull sound before disappearing without a trace.

The drivers quickly adjusted their direction, trying to avoid the mysterious fog. However, the fog spread very quickly and surrounded the team almost instantly.

Chapter 248 I’m back!

Dimitrescu's arms were deformed again. The originally white and slender arms seemed to be injected with mysterious power. The muscles bulged instantly, the skin became as hard as iron, and the surface sparkled with a metallic luster.

With a terrifying "crack" sound, the shape of the arm continued to twist, and finally turned into two huge tentacles that were thick and covered with sharp thorns.

The tentacle swung violently, directly pushing the car door beside it away. Under this powerful force, the heavy car door was easily blown away like a piece of paper, rolling in the air, and finally fell heavily on the ground in the distance, making a dull loud noise.

Moreover, after sticking out of the car door, it quickly deformed into a structure similar to a semicircular palm-leaf fan. At the same time, it swung its arms forward violently, and two gusts of wind blew out.

The strong wind was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, roaring and galloping forward.

Wherever the strong wind passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

The strong wind was like a sharp blade, with an indestructible momentum, quickly cutting into pieces the pink mist that was rising from the front.

The pink mist was instantly cut into countless tiny pieces by the impact of the strong wind, and floated in the air like broken petals.

However, this pink mist was very resilient. Although it had no way to get close to Dimitrescu due to the strong wind, it began to spread towards the sky.

The pink mist rose slowly as if it had life, gradually covering the entire St. Fisk district in the distance.

"Stay in the car and don't move!

Leave this to me!"

Erica jumped out of the SUV.

The tyrants not far away came over and protected the two SUVs, while the remaining tyrants and armed gunmen quickly gathered around Erica.

Melanie rolled down the window. She was waiting in the SUV behind. "Hey, sister, do you need help? Only $50,000 per time. This is the price of sisterly friendship."

Erica raised her middle finger without looking back, then drew out the dagger from her waist. The surface of the dagger made of vibranium was rippling with silver luster. She walked into the pink mist with the Tyrant and the Gunman beside her without looking back.

Others may not know about this pink mist, but Erica, who was born into the Hand, knows it very well - this is the work of the Hand!

That familiar color and that unique scent instantly evoked memories and vigilance deep in her heart.

Erica held the dagger tightly, and walked steadily and firmly. Her eyes flashed with sharp light, like a cheetah about to go into battle. The tyrants and gunmen around her followed closely behind her, their expressions serious and tense, and their weapons in their hands ready to deal with any possible dangers.

Walking into the pink mist, the mist seemed to have life, gently entwining around them. Suddenly, from the depths of the mist, several dark shadows shot out like lightning. The ninjas hidden in the pink mist launched a sneak attack, their figures approaching silently like ghosts.

Before the gunmen could react, they were hit by the shuriken thrown by the ninjas. Some gunmen fell to the ground in pain, blood gushing out of their wounds, their faces showing pain and fear. Others groaned in pain and dropped their weapons to the ground.

However, Erica and the Tyrants were not afraid of the sneak attacks from these ninjas. Erica was originally a top killer in the Shuriken Society, and her reaction was extremely fast. At the moment when the shuriken flew, she turned sideways and easily dodged the attack.

The short knife in her hand drew a silver arc in the mist, and accurately knocked away a shuriken that was about to hit her. Her eyes were cold and sharp, as if she could penetrate the mist and see the enemy's every move. In such an environment, she was more terrifying than these killers. She was like a ghost in the dark, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time.

The tyrants' tough bodies were an obstacle that the cold weapons could not break through. The ninjas' shurikens and short swords stabbed into the tyrants' bodies, making crisp collision sounds, but they could not cause any substantial damage.

The tyrants' tall bodies stood there like iron towers. There was no fear in their eyes, only anger towards the enemy and bloodthirsty desire for battle. Some tyrants directly reached out to grab the flying shuriken, then swung it hard and threw it back. The ninjas had to dodge quickly to avoid being injured by their own weapons.

"Follow me, and drop incendiary bombs!" Erica gave the order as she led the tyrants beside her into the deeper part of the pink mist. Her voice was decisive and firm, like a bright signal in this mysterious and dangerous environment.

Soon, the surroundings became pitch dark, and the thick pink fog was like a heavy curtain, covering everything. However, the heavy footsteps of the tyrants could be heard clearly from a distance of hundreds of meters. The "dong dong" sound, each one echoed in the fog like thunder, with a chilling sense of oppression. The sound of ding-dong continued to ring, and people kept trying to sneak attack them.

The ninjas hiding in the mist approached quietly like ghosts, their weapons flashing coldly. However, Erica just waved her arms a few times, her movements were light and agile, like a dancing god of death. The vibranium dagger in her hand turned into a silver lightning, and wherever it passed, the weapons and heads of the ninjas who attacked her were cut off. Blood splashed in the mist, and was instantly covered by the mist.

The direction was unclear in the heavy fog, but Erica seemed to be able to see everything clearly and ran straight to the source of the pink fog. Her steps were firm and fast, without any hesitation or hesitation. She relied on her keen intuition and rich combat experience to move freely in the fog. Suddenly Erica stopped and looked seriously at the pink smoke in front of her.

The tyrants behind her also stopped soon. They stood guard behind Erica like loyal guards. These pink smokes were an obstacle that blocked the vision of ordinary people, but for the tyrants, it was no different from non-existence, because their eyes were like snakes, able to see the heat of objects.