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

The vulture also flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

The moment the two of them left the top of the castle.

A black shadow, like a meteorite from outer space, crashed into the place where the two had just stood.

Smoke and dust rose up, and the spire of the medieval castle collapsed and shattered rapidly. Broken bricks and tiles flew all over the sky, and the roar of angry beasts resounded throughout most of the manor.

There was a big hole in Norma's chest.

But his originally thin and frail body swelled up to become even more muscular than Fisk.

There is no trace of human form anymore.

It looks more like a big rat with a human face, as big as a hill, without wings, but with a high upturned pig nose, and its whole body is black but without any hair!

His clothes and expensive leather shoes were shattered by the tremendous force as his body expanded to avoid the bullets, and turned into strips of cloth all over the sky, half of which fell into the house, and the other half floated in the air outside, just like rain, which was a feast for the eyes and made people feel as if they were there.

Norma's heart was shot directly!

No matter how fast he is, he can race against the morning sunshine.

But this does not mean that he can compete with bullets.

But his vitality was obviously more terrifying than Monica described.

Even if the heart was shot.

But he still didn't die immediately.

It just turned into a horrible monster.

He saw it at a glance, and it was on the wooden spike on Lester's waist. He immediately ran after Lester with red eyes, roaring as if some rare treasure had been stolen from him.

Lester cursed inwardly.

He rolled quickly on the ground.

Removed the impact from myself.

Pull your legs and run.

But Norma's speed was too fast.

Lester didn't even have time to run a few steps.

The sound of breaking air was already behind him.

He could only roll over quickly to avoid the attack from Norma.

"Fuck you, more money, more money! Increase your salary!" Lester yelled and continued running.

The wooden cone around his waist began to flash silver light.

In Norma's eyes, this light was like a stimulant, stimulating him to rush towards Lester even faster, roaring as he ran.

It seems to be Italian.

It also seems like... it's too blurry and I can't hear it clearly at all.

In the sky, vultures kept diving.

Want to help Leicester.

But Norma's speed is too fast.

Every time he caught nothing.

And Lester was constantly dodging.

Dodged Norma's attacks again and again.

But Norma is like a sticky candy.

Biting him tightly and not letting go.

It was not until a while later that Lester realized that the problem was with the wooden awl around his waist.

But he hesitated for a while and did not throw the wooden cone away.

He didn't think that Norma would let him go if he threw the wooden spike.

This vampire is really too fast.

Suddenly, Lester's eyes lit up and a garden maze appeared in the distance.

Rich people like to have these fancy things in their own estates.

However, this also gave Lester a chance to escape.

He glanced at Norma who was chasing after him.

Lester placed his hand on the grenade behind him, stretched out his hand and threw the ammunition bag into the sky, further reducing his weight.

The vulture caught the ammunition bag accurately.

Lester stopped and raised a finger at Norma behind him.

Come on, let me see how good you are!

Fisk did not rush out to help immediately.

Instead, he turned his attention to the room.

More than half of the gang leaders have fallen under the guns of the Italian Mafia.

But there were still a few people with good skills who survived.

They relied on the shelter built with tables, chairs and benches to exchange fire with members of the Italian Mafia, and deadly bullets flew randomly among them.

Fisk immediately protected Sister Maria behind him and blocked a lot of stray bullets for her.

At the same time, pick up any bench that is nearby.

They used them as weapons and smashed them at the Italian mafia members.

Benches made of solid wood are exceptionally tough.

For ordinary people, it is difficult even to chop with an axe.

But under Fisk's powerful strength, the benches were still smashed.

Also shattered were the spines of several unlucky guys.

Fisk strode forward with unstoppable force, charging forward under the barrage of bullets. On the way, he stomped on the head of a mafia member who was not yet dead, then grabbed his body and held it in his hand as if it were a hammer.

The bullets hit Fisk's body, and streaks of bright red blood spurted out.

But Fisk simply protected his head with his arms and ignored most of the bullets.

He stood right in front of Sister Maria and rushed into the crowd like a speeding tank.

The chair and the body in my hands were broken into pieces, so I just went with nothing.

The two big hands were like sharp sickles. When they swung left and right, a large open space would appear in front of them. Any Italian mafia members who touched his palms would either fall down or fly out.

These battle-hardened Italian mafia gangs seemed like porcelain dolls in front of Fisk.

It broke as soon as the palm touched it.

Soon, the ground was covered with corpses and blood.

It was like a Shura battlefield, with a strong smell of blood that made people dizzy.

In such a small room.

No one can stop him from moving forward.

It wasn't long before all the mafia members pointed their guns at Fisk.

This made the leaders of those small gangs breathe a sigh of relief.

Got a chance to breathe.

Fisk reached out and grabbed a mafia member who didn't have time to escape.

The iron-like palm lifted him up from the ground.

Raised above the head.

One hand grabbed his neck and the other grabbed his ankle.

Both hands pulled hard in opposite directions.

With a "plop" sound, blood and internal organs spilled on the ground in front of Fisk. The splashed blood even stained Fisk's pants. At this moment, he looked like a devil walking out of hell.

Waving the broken limbs in his hands.

It looks like the meteor hammer used by medieval knights.

Fisk waved the corpse and rushed towards the mafia members in the distance again.

Most of these mafia members have killed people on their hands.

Some are even ruthless murderers.

The methods of killing are also varied.

Some killers even tie people's hands and feet.

Push him into the toilet and drown him alive, enjoying the pleasure of the execution.

But compared to Fisk at this moment.

Their methods are as childish as children playing house.

Especially when they saw it coming towards them, they were frightened and their faces turned pale. They immediately lost the desire to resist and turned around and ran.

With the first person around, it became natural for the second and third guys to escape.

Soon, the Italian mafia, which had been so powerful just now, ran away.

Fisk had no intention of chasing after him.

He closed the door, used the conference table to lift it up again, and blocked the door. After making sure that no one outside could get in, he said to the gang leaders who were still alive, "Stay here. If Sister Maria loses a hair, I will kill you."

As he spoke, Fisk bent down, picked up the pistol on the ground and put it into Sister Maria's hand, as if he was entrusting a child: "I will come back to pick you up after I kill Norma. Wait for me."

"Look at the injuries on your body!" Sister Maria suddenly reached out and grabbed Fisk, her tone very worried.