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

Seeing that the corpse was still moving, he kicked it in the head.

The exploding head sprayed brain matter three or four meters away.

This time he was completely dead.

He crossed his fingers.

The soldiers of the Yashida family rushed forward again.

These guys don't look like special forces, but rather like specially trained death squads.

However, they no longer had the advantage in numbers and could no longer threaten Fisk.

Fists and leather shoes kept flying, the sound of bones breaking and boiling blood splashing everywhere, Fisk forcefully tore off the suit wrapped around himself that had completely turned into a mixed color.

Revealing his stunning bronze muscles like steel.

Not a single crater.

The powerful restorative ability of the potion made his skin as smooth as the surface of a marble slab.

Feeling the warm blood flowing on the surface of my skin.

He was exercising those iron-like muscles all over his body.

Fisker reached out and grabbed the door of the SUV next to him.

He pulled the car door down with force.

But at this moment, an electric current rushed in from a distance.

The dazzling blue electric light covered all the colors between heaven and earth.

The world in front of him turned completely blue, and the light of death enveloped Fisk's entire body in an instant. He suddenly raised the car door in his hand, and the door was quickly pierced by the blue light, but fortunately there was a rubber interior inside the door, which successfully blocked the impact from the electric current.

As a result, Fisk was knocked flying until he hit a green tree not far away.

He shook his head.

Fisk stood up from the ground.

He looked at the three Tesla Troopers approaching from a distance.

A sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

stood up from the ground.

He put his hands in his pockets.

"Surrender, you are no match for us."

The voice sounds a little hoarse.

However, it is also possible that he was electrocuted and unable to speak after using the electric current.

Fisk had felt that way before, so he guessed why his voice was so hoarse?

"I am definitely no match for you."

Fisk opened his mouth and smiled.

He licked the blood dripping from his forehead.

This is not his blood.

Rather!

"Puff puff!"

Three dull sounds came from not far away.

The three magnetic storm troopers stayed where they were as if the pause button had been pressed.

Blood flowed downwards through the seams of the battle suit.

“Perhaps, you should read the instructions in the box before using it.

That is, if there is an instruction manual in the box."

Chapter 30 In broad daylight, in a clear and bright world!

"Clap clap clap!"

Loud applause came from a distance.

Ophelia leaned against the deformed SUV.

The swelling on her face has completely recovered.

Not looking injured, and ignoring the hellish scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Ophelia's eyes were greedily fixed on Fisk.

She took out the dagger from her waist, which was as sharp as an eagle's claw.

The dagger was edged on both sides.

The light refracts on the blade, and you can clearly see the blending of light blue and light green!

The blade contains a deadly poison.

Fisk didn't want to be cut by such a blade.

He looked around and reached out to hug the green tree beside him.

The green tree, which was as thick as an adult man's thigh, was deeply wrapped around by his two palms.

Then, Fisk pulled it upward with force.

The sound of rustling continued to come from deep in the soil, as if metal balls were colliding with each other under the soil. The stone bricks that were tightly attached to the roots of the trees were driven into the air by the huge force.

He waved the tree trunk in his hand and gritted his teeth.

The stone bricks beneath his feet could no longer withstand Fisk's force and they cracked, dented, and turned into rubble and powder.

The green tree embedded deep in the soil was also lifted up by him.

In ancient times, there was a story about Lu Zhishen who uprooted a weeping willow tree at Daxiangguo Temple.

Today, there are Fisk's mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and green trees.

Two squirrels fell from the branches of the green tree.

They fled in panic.

Never dreamed of it.

We had already moved here, but our house was demolished.

Holding the tree trunk tightly in his hands.

With a gun flower in his hand, Fisk recalled his days and nights in the martial arts school.

Although, he had never held a spear that was so heavy and so large.

But the principle is the same.

An inch longer, an inch stronger, an inch heavier, an inch more ruthless!

Fisk's eyes were fixed on Ophelia not far away.

Ophelia's mouth opened into an O shape.

On his head, his black hair fluttered in the wind.

One after another, long and thin little snakes grew out from the tips of the hair.

Just like Medusa in Greek mythology who was insulted by Poseidon in every way.

These little snakes were only as thick as chopsticks and should have been hidden between the hairs before.

After these little snakes came out, they all looked in a daze at the big tree that Fisk was carrying on his shoulders.

They kept interweaving and entangled with each other, and in a trance they hid deep in the hair and disappeared without a trace.

Ophelia licked her lips and put away the dagger in her hand.

He walked towards Fisk slowly, with a gentle smile on his face, but that smile looked particularly hypocritical, reminding Fisk of the smiling tiger in the old Hong Kong movie Young and Dangerous, who always had a smiling face: "Congratulations, Mr. Fisk, you are qualified to negotiate with me."

Before Ophelia finished her words, Fisk had already swept across the battlefield, swinging the tree trunk quickly towards Ophelia.

The expression on Ophelia's face remained unchanged, and she still had a faint smile on her face.

But this time her reaction speed was frighteningly fast.

Two slender legs like chopsticks stepped lightly on the ground.

The cone of her high heels left a striking dent on the hard concrete floor. At the same time, her entire body seemed to be free from the earth's gravity, as if she had grown a pair of wings behind her, walking on the wind and flying high into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, he dodged the treetops that were sweeping across.

Fisk narrowed his eyes and turned his palms behind him violently. As his wrist flipped, the trunk led the treetops to flip as well. The leaves fell from the branches, and the umbrella-shaped treetops also spun violently. The force that had swept from left to right was completely unloaded. Fisk straightened his waist, pulled his hands, grasped the trunk, pushed it upward, and stabbed Ophelia with a sudden burst of force.

There is nowhere to hide in mid-air.

Ophelia was hit directly.

However, the tree was not a sharp spear, and it did not penetrate Ophelia's body. The dense treetops were relatively fragile and could not act as spearheads at all. However, the space inside the treetops made the whole tree look like a big mouth. The broken branches became sharp teeth, and Ophelia was swallowed into the treetops.

She struggled to break free from the treetops.

But by this time, I had no choice.

Fisk kept shaking the tree trunk in his hand.

Ophelia, who was struggling in the treetops, was knocked dizzy and unable to break free from the control of the treetops. She could only roll around in it.

"Oh!"

There was a gunshot in the distance, and the bullet grazed the flesh.

Fisk stopped what he was doing and tilted his head to look at the new scratches on his arm.

The abrasion was near the armpit below the elbow, very close to the heart. He had reason to suspect that the bullet was heading straight for his heart but just missed.

Despite his huge weight, his agility is not slow at all. He had been shaking the tree trunk in his hand with large movements, and he did not stand in the same place for more than a second, just to prevent someone from shooting him.

Under such circumstances, someone was able to shoot him and almost hit his heart.