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

A disgustingly ugly rat tail suddenly hooked over from above, quickly wrapped around his two arms, and slammed them together heavily.

The pistol fell in the collision and was hit by a cane like a baseball and flew out.

The crutch drew a semicircle in the air and hit Lester's head from top to bottom. It seemed that he was preparing to smash Lester's crown with a series of continuous blows.

Lester squatted down to avoid the crutches, twisting his body and struggling to escape the tail that bound his arms.

But the power of the tail was so great and so tough that it was like a cowhide rope, tightly binding his hands and making him unable to move, and he couldn't even squat to dodge.

He could only watch the cane coming towards his head getting closer and closer.

The heavy sound of breaking through the air became the only sound in his ears, as if the god of death raised a sharp sickle and chopped it down at him.

He understood that this seemingly slow-moving cane actually carried enough power to easily lift up the top of his head.

At the critical moment, a hand came forward and grabbed the crutch.

The moment the palm and the crutch touched, the wooden crutch shattered in an instant, revealing a sharper and more pointed samurai sword hidden inside.

The blade sank deep into Fisk's palm.

In close contact with the hand bones.

Blood spurted out, and the sound of the blade hitting the bone was a loud sound of metal breaking, but this also made it impossible for the blade to move forward even a centimeter.

Blood even splattered on Fisk's own face.

But he did not show any expression of pain.

It was as if the palm that was cut was not his palm.

But the palm of a stranger.

He opened his mouth and showed his teeth. His spotless white teeth looked like he was going to eat someone. He looked up at the mouse standing on the ceiling and wrestling with him. "I'm going to peel off your skin and make a fur coat. A coat made of mouse fur must be very rare!"

As he said that, he jumped up from the ground and smashed his fist hard on Splinter's head, and the blade naturally extended all the way down along Fisk's palm.

But Fisk didn't care at all.

The fist as big as a sandbag smashed through the air. The huge force even caused the air in front of the fist to be further distorted, just like a boiling kettle, where the high temperature caused the air above to be distorted.

Splinter twisted his tail quickly and threw Lester, who was tied up by the tail, away. The huge force made Lester lose his balance in the air, and he was about to hit his head on the wall and die.

Adrian Toomes flew over quickly, caught Lester in the air, and turned his body to remove the force from him, preventing him from dying and bleeding.

After retracting his tail, Splinter suddenly pulled back the sword in his hand, left the ceiling in a few flashes, and retreated to the side of the turtles.

Yaso Mina was on the right, and they stood on the left.

Between them, standing alone, was Fisk.

Blood dripped down Fisk's palm. He tore open his shirt and tore the big NO letter printed on his chest into pieces, revealing the muscles underneath that were as hard as steel and granite.

It would be a lie to say that my hand didn't hurt, but at this moment.

This intense pain stimulated Fisk's immense excitement.

"withdraw!"

Splinter said as he quickly rushed towards his adopted daughter.

But how could Fisk possibly let him get what he wanted?

The thighs wrapped around the calves in tandem, and the leather shoes cut through the air like a sharp blade and stabbed into Splinter's chest.

The four turtles had no intention of evacuating at this moment.

However, they couldn't come over to cause trouble to Fisk. They had their own opponents.

Lester had a gloomy face and two sharp daggers appeared in his hands.

The pistol was shot away.

But he doesn't just make a living with guns.

The narrow space did not prevent Adrian Toomes from soaring in it. He kept waving his arms and flying back and forth in the narrow space.

Whenever they get the chance, they grab a turtle by its shell and smash it to the ground.

Sprint is very insidious.

He watched Fisk's thigh kicking towards him.

He actually held the samurai sword in his hand horizontally, ready to use the force to force Fisk to cut off his own thigh.

But he obviously underestimated Fisk's control over his body. The tight muscles all over his body were no joke.

Twist the waist.

Fisk retracted his kicked foot abruptly, and touched the ground with his right foot, and the whole person flew into the air. The left foot that had been raised before landed on the ground, like a fulcrum. The next second, his right foot was raised angrily, and the sharp tip of the shoe kicked Splinter's chin hard.

Splinter had never expected Fisk to have such good skills. He failed to dodge in time and was kicked in the chin. A mouthful of smelly blood spurted out of his rat mouth and his whole body flew backwards.

Fisk was relentless and chased after it. Seeing that the mouse was flying backwards at a rapid speed, he reached out and grabbed the blade again, pulling it back.

Put your five fingers together and make a fist.

A punch hit Splinter's chest hard.

Splinter couldn't help but let out a scream similar to "squeak".

His body fell heavily to the ground. Fisk raised his foot and moved smoothly without any hesitation, like a bolt of lightning in the dark clouds, and stepped fiercely on the rat's head.

He stepped on it and shouted at the same time.

"I'm going to kill the rats today."

But I could see that my foot was about to crush the rat's head.

In a daze.

A slender figure suddenly rushed into the battlefield. She grabbed Splinter's tail, pulled his body over, and then carried him on her shoulders. The movement was as casual as carrying a bag of rice, smooth and flowing, as if she had practiced it countless times.

She turned and ran.

When the four little turtles saw their master being rescued, they did not stop and immediately ran after her.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared together into another passage not far away.

Splinter looked in the direction of his adopted daughter with a hazy look in his eyes.

He stretched out his claws and tried to grab it.

Of course Fisk wouldn't let them go easily, so he pretended to chase them.

But a spider silk suddenly shot out from the hand of the slender figure in front.

The target was Fisk's eyes.

In desperation, he could only wave his arms to block the white spider silk.

Wait until he stops the spider silk.

The tortoise and the mouse had disappeared without a trace.

Only Yasuo Mina was left.

The latter saw Fisk's eyes turn to him.

He gritted his teeth and picked up the pistol that Lester dropped on the ground and prepared to commit suicide.

Fisk strode forward, grabbed her shoulders, and without mercy, he pushed her against the wall behind him, ignoring the wounds on his hands and the blood flowing out.

The pistol fell to the ground amid the vibration.

Without waiting for Yasuo Mina to make any attempt to struggle, Fisk pressed down on her like a clamp, trapping her tightly between the walls.

He looked at her with cold eyes, staring at her angry and fearful thin lips that were bloodless, and actually opened his mouth and kissed her.

Lester blew a whistle and pulled the vulture over to chase the little turtles.

With the skills shown by Fisk.

This time, even without them, Fisk might not necessarily lose.

There is no need to worry about his safety anymore.

A strange touch suddenly appeared on Fisk's lips.

Yasuo Mina's eyes were as big as copper bells.

The sudden change left her no time to react. She stared blankly at the cold eyes so close to her, feeling the pain on her lips.

Shame and intense numbness rushed into her brain like an electric current. She clenched her fists, pounded them in shame and anger, and twisted her body vigorously.

But it didn't have any effect at all, and he could only continue to be pressed against the wall, unable to move.

The two hands that were pounding wildly were caught after a moment, and perhaps the only part of his body that could express his emotions was his pair of eyes.

His long, black eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was anger flashing deep in his eyes, but he still stared at Fisk with resentment.

It's a look of hatred.

But beneath the hatred, there is a hidden meaning that is difficult to explain.

Fisk slowly raised his head.

At the same time, he loosened his palms.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound was heard the moment he loosened his palm.

Yasuo Mina gritted her teeth and almost shouted angrily: "Kill me, bastard. If you have the guts, kill me, bastard."

Fisk ignored the burning pain on his face, grabbed the man's neck, and then threw him to the ground.

Yaso Mina fell to the ground in a mess, and her flat high-heeled shoes fell to the ground, revealing her feet covered with brown short stockings.

Although, I was wearing short stockings underneath.

But Yaso Mina's ankles are extremely slender, which makes her legs look extremely long.

Therefore, even though her long legs were wrapped in loose black casual sports pants, her curvy figure was still displayed to the fullest.

Yasuo Mina groaned in pain and sat up hastily, trying to stand up and continue to resist.

But Fisk had already pressed forward and pinned Yasuo Mina to the ground. His huge body left Yasuo Mina with no chance to resist.