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

I can only rely on the skin's perception to try to open the bracelet on my hand.

The bracelet was cut bit by bit by the edge of the wooden table.

Yasuo Mina's heart became more and more excited.

She groped, trying hard to keep her balance.

But at this moment, footsteps suddenly came from behind.

The footsteps were getting closer.

Yasuo Mina's heart suddenly rose to her throat.

The movements of his hands also became much faster.

“Crunch, crunch, crunch…”

The edge of the wooden table is not very sharp, let alone a knife blade.

It is very difficult to cut, and even seeing it is a difficult task.

Not to mention that he had his hands behind his back, his body twisted, and his eyes blindfolded.

I could hear the footsteps getting closer.

The expression on Yasuo Mina's face looked like she was about to cry.

She seemed to see herself being tortured.

"Yasso Mina?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded from a distance.

Yasuo Mina was startled at first, but then joy suddenly appeared in her heart.

"Leonardo?"

"And I!"

"Michelangelo!"

"Okay, let's go quickly."

The tape on Yasuo Mina's eyes was torn off, and the tape on her mouth was also torn off. Two tall turtles with different colored wristbands and belts on their faces and sapphire blue eyes, like pure gems, appeared in front of Yasuo Mina's blurry eyes.

One turtle has a blue eye patch, while the other has an orange eye patch.

One of them had a samurai sword on his back, and the other had nunchakus slung around his waist.

Leonardo drew the samurai sword behind him, stretched out his hand, and held Yasuo Mina's hand.

A ray of light flashed from his hand.

The blade has been sheathed.

However, the straps on Yaso Mina's wrists and ankles broke one after another without hurting her skin at all.

"Let's go, let's leave here first."

Because Yaso Mina's body had been restrained for a long time, her blood circulation was blocked, her legs were numb, and she staggered three times for every step she took. She looked very weak.

Michelangelo simply reached out and hugged Yaso Mina, and they walked quickly outside with two turtles.

Although the two turtles are huge in size, they move extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the corridor entrance.

Because Yaso Mina's eyes had been bound with tape for a long time, she was fine in the dark room just now, but now as soon as she came out, she was immediately stimulated by the bright light and couldn't open her eyes.

But she still saw it.

In the corridor where he passed by, there were three or four men lying scattered around, wearing black combat uniforms and holding guns.

No matter how much more there is, there is no more.

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Fisk saw the soldier lying at the stairs, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Benjamin next to him laughed out loud.

“Damn it!

What else can you threaten me with now?

Trying to use me to stir up trouble.

I tell you, even if I die, the Irish will not fail.

You damn scum."

Fisk said nothing.

He turned his head and looked at the captain of the soldiers from the Yashida family who was following closely beside him.

The latter said expressionlessly: "In the bank, he left me for ten seconds, but I thought, there is no way to do anything in ten seconds, so I don't think it is necessary to report." He didn't finish his words.

Fisk had a sneer on his face.

He went over and patted him on the shoulder, then reached out and grabbed the satellite phone in his hand.

Then, he slapped the soldier's face hard with the phone in his palm. The force was so great that the satellite phone broke in the middle, leaving a spider-web-like crack. Even with the protection of a tactical helmet, he was still blown away like a kite with a broken string.

"I said you are not allowed to leave him, not even a step!" Fisk threw away the satellite phone in his hand, which had fallen apart, and the plastic and parts fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Fisk walked up to Benjamin and said, “But, that’s right, you are just a bunch of trash!

I can kill you all by myself! Get to work!

I won't kill you today just to give Ophelia some face.

But next time, you won’t be so lucky.”

He patted Benjamin's face gently again.

"It seems that you really love your wife." Fisk's cruel smile appeared on his cheek, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Mr. Benjamin, you are tired today, it seems that you need to rest.

Don't worry, I will let your wife come and reunite with you soon.

Ask him to go upstairs and rest. If he gets lost again, I will throw you all off the building one by one."

The soldiers of the Yashida family took Benjamin upstairs.

Lester came up from below.

"We found it. A big hole was dug in the utility room at the stairwell on the first floor. It leads directly to the sewer of the entire Hell's Kitchen. They must have escaped from there."

"How is this possible?" Fisk muttered to himself, "We just moved her here, how could she have time to dig a hole?"

"Also, boss!" Lester added, "I went down and took a look around, and found a lot of footprints, but the footprints inside didn't look like human footprints!"

"What do you mean it's not human? Could it be a ghost?" Fisk sneered, "Lester, is your friend still following us?"

"Of course, he's still following us. I just contacted him. The minibus stopped at a laundry warehouse. He has put the laundry under surveillance. There will definitely be no mistakes."

"Let's go!" Fisk shrugged. "Tell Melanie to come and look after Benjamin.

Let's take the hostage back right now."

Corn Farmer Laundry.

The name of this laundry shop is very ironic.

The laundry business is good and is the first choice for the working class in the surrounding blocks.

The most important thing is cleanliness. Every day there are special people who clean the place in front of the residents.

At the same time, there are security guards at the door who refuse those drug addicts who exude a foul odor and come to wash those dirty, disgusting and infectious clothes.

Therefore, even at night, there are still many people coming here.

“Corn farmer, tut tut!

The Russians must not like this laundry!"

Fisk leaned against the wall. He had changed into a loose casual suit with a big NO printed on his chest.

If his skin became a little darker, and he wore a gold necklace around his neck and a ring on his finger, he would probably be no different from a street thug!

Holding a glass of juice in his hand, he looked up at the rooftop opposite. In the darkness, a bald head was swaying back and forth on the rooftop, which was extremely eye-catching.

"boss!"

Lester reached out and took the juice that Fisk handed to him, and stood with him while drinking it.

“The minibus was parked right behind and there was no one in the car.

The back door was locked and I couldn't find the way in.

All the windows were covered with newspapers.

The newspaper has oxidized and turned yellow, and it looks like it has been stuck for some time.”

"go!"

The plastic cup in his hand shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the air in it was sucked into his stomach, Fisk threw the shrunken plastic cup into a trash can not far away.

Lester raised his hand and gestured overhead.

Adrian Toomes waved his arms and then shrunk his head back to the roof.

Completely hiding myself.

The laundry security guard lay behind the steel gate.

His breathing was steady, he just fainted, not dead.

Lester squatted down and tied his hands and mouth with tape, and then tied his legs.

They wrapped him up almost like a mummy, and only after making sure there was no way he could break free on his own did they catch up with Fisk who had already walked far away.

I approached the minibus and peered inside through the black glass.

You can vaguely see that the seats inside have been removed.

Apart from the driver's seat, there are only three seats left, arranged in a messy manner like chess pieces on a chessboard. Putting aside the designer's abstract design theory, there is probably only one purpose for doing this - to make it easier for passengers to ride.

The size of the passengers is very large.