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

Otherwise, how could there be so much extra space between the seats?

He fumbled in his pocket for a moment.

Fisk pulled out a small box and tossed it to Lester.

“Ena Maynard did it!

What did she say?

Oh, she said that if a demolition soldier doesn’t even know how to configure dynamite, then the next thing she will do is blow herself up on the battlefield.”

Lester opened the box and inside was a rectangular object wrapped in oil paper.

It looks extremely regular, even the edges of the rectangle are angular.

Except for the oil paper bag.

There are also wires and igniters, as well as small detonators.

He skillfully stuffed the detonator into the explosives and taped it to the bottom of the minibus with the tape on the back of the box. Lester installed the bomb under the bus without even looking at it.

This small box of yellow dynamite contains less than one twentieth of actual explosives, and most of it is clay fixed material. The power is not as great as imagined. Even if it explodes, it can only blow through the bottom of the car at most, and it cannot kill the people in the car.

The door was locked, but in front of the two of them it made no difference whether it was locked or not.

walk into.

The room was fairly tidy.

It's just that the windows are covered with paper.

Even the dim light outside couldn't shine in.

The whole room was pitch black.

But this also basically confirmed that there was no way anyone was hiding in the room.

Lester went out and gestured upwards.

Adrian Toomes jumped down from the sky.

The hands are stretched out like wings.

Slide quickly downwards.

In the blink of an eye, it was like a soaring eagle.

It quickly stopped at the back door of the laundry room.

"Are you sure they've all come in?"

"Yes!"

Fisk nodded.

"Then there is a secret passage in this room!"

As he spoke, he raised his legs and walked forward.

As soon as I raised my leg, the floor under my feet made a sound of being unable to bear the weight.

He opened his mouth and smiled awkwardly.

"It seems that I am lucky today."

After groping around on the ground for a while, he opened the entrance to the secret passage, and below was a vertically descending shaft.

Round entrance, compact and smooth black-gray stone bricks.

This means that this should have been a well.

Fisk didn't hesitate, holding on to the wall of the well and sliding down.

Lester followed closely behind.

Adrian Toomes hesitated, somewhat afraid to go down.

He has some claustrophobia.

Like all birds, they don't like to stay in dark and compact places.

But after a moment's silence, he still flew down with them.

The world below suddenly opened up.

To some extent, this place should be called the underground world of New York.

"New York's underground pipes date back hundreds of years..."

"Stop bragging. The United States has only been established for more than 200 years."

Fisk rolled his eyes and glanced at the interconnected pipe openings.

Most of the pipeline openings are passable, but there are some pipeline openings that Fisk cannot pass through.

Because even if his huge body could fit in, it would soon get stuck at the turn.

Combined with the positions of the seats in the minibus just now, this was judged.

The stalker should also be of very large size.

In other words, the pipeline trackers that he couldn't get into should also not be able to get in.

This is good news.

Lester surveyed the ground for a moment.

"Boss, this way!"

He pointed to a water outlet in the distance with a diameter of more than three meters.

"How are you sure?"

"There are fresh traces of friction on the ground, which should be no more than half an hour old. And... there are pizza crumbs here!" Lester picked up a piece of sausage, put it in front of his nose and smelled it: "There is a bit too much cheese."

"Let's go and see who is so bold."

"How dare you mess with me!"

Chapter 35: Burning sewers and disobedient female captives.

Yasuo Mina is still a little frightened.

Something that happened not long ago made her a PhD in history.

It felt like a nightmare.

She doesn't know that her husband is a gangster?

In her impression, although Benjamin has a bad temper, he owns several chain clothing stores. Normally, even if the clothing stores are busy, he will always take time to accompany her.

At the same time, he is also a shooting enthusiast and often goes to shooting clubs to shoot.

Love traveling, love life.

Everyone gave a thumbs up to praise him as a good husband.

However, recent events made her fully understand her husband's identity.

Her husband is a gang leader among the Irish.

At the same time, he is a butcher who kills without blinking an eye.

There are at least hundreds of lives on his hands.

During the time she was kidnapped, perhaps because she was too nervous, she didn't feel anything much, but at this moment, she felt like the sky was about to fall.

“Need pizza?”

Michelangelo held up the pizza in his hand while stuffing it into his mouth.

They look no different from ordinary people.

Except for the fact that it has a thick turtle shell on its back, its skin is dark green, and it has only three fingers and three toes, it actually looks very similar to a human.

Of course, that is most likely because they are wearing eye masks. If they were not wearing the eye masks, they might look more bloody and brutal, which would be more in line with their identities of living in the sewers.

The savory cheese and sausage pizza is a classic American favorite.

"Thank you, Michelangelo."

Yasuo Mina shook her head and declined the hot pizza.

Although she hadn't eaten well these days, the worries in her heart still made her lose her appetite.

She didn't know what she should do now, let alone where she should go.

"You stay here, it's safest."

An old voice came from behind a distant wall, and a wall was slowly pushed open.

A large rat in the shape of a human appeared behind.

It’s not as tall as a turtle, but it’s almost as tall as an average adult. The hair on its body is dry and faded, and there is no hair on its tail.

He looks very old, but his steps are very steady. He walks forward step by step, like an ordinary middle-aged man.

However, the musty smell on the body cannot be ignored.

He is already very old.

I feel like I could die suddenly at any time.

The turtles, who were originally laughing and playing, immediately became respectful when they saw the mouse, and the pizza in their hands was thrown back into the box.

"Sprint!" Yasuo Mina looked at the mouse walking towards her, but there was not much fear in her eyes. Instead, she pursed her lips in relaxation, "You already knew that Benjamin was a gangster, right?"

"Yes, but what he is has nothing to do with me!" Splinter twitched his nose, "Stay here for a while, and I will send you away from New York when the storm is over."

"Where to go?"

"Go to Japan." Splinter stroked his beard, "I have a few friends there. You can stay there for a few years and then come back. It will be safe."

"Do you really think you are my father?" Yasuo Mina suddenly interrupted him, "I will not leave New York!"

"Mina! I am your father." Splinter's eyes suddenly lit up, "You are my child just like them, there is no doubt about it!"