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

Just as hope of life appeared in the depths of Ramones' eyes, gunshots were heard behind him.

Chen Man fired.

A bullet penetrated the back of his head and exited from his left eye socket, followed by the second and third bullets. The three bullets formed a "品" shape and embedded themselves into Ramones' head, almost piercing his entire head.

"you!"

The gang members roared.

The finger pulled the trigger.

But then, the bullets accurately hit their heads.

Both sides continued to fire.

Mrs. Stacy ran away in panic like a frightened little rabbit.

Until a hand held her in his arms, and the solid muscles were like a barrier, giving her an infinite sense of security.

The pistol quickly ran out of bullets.

But there were still two or three gang members standing on the opposite side.

Before, there definitely weren’t so many people around during the robbery.

However, Chen Man felt that they all looked familiar.

Come to think of it, they were probably all members of the Corner Friday gang.

This Ramones was probably afraid that the police would come to his door, so he pulled all his men over to protect himself.

The pistols on the opposite side had run out of bullets, and they all turned their attention to the rifles on the ground.

Chen Man let go of Mrs. Stacy and rushed forward like a locomotive.

How could he give them another chance to shoot?

He stepped on the rifle on the ground and punched the nearest gang member in the throat, knocking him over with a mouthful of blood spurting out. Then, the window-breaking hammer that had not been used flew out of Chen Man's hand and headed straight for the enemy beside him.

The pink-haired guy has picked up the rifle on the ground.

But he could only watch the hammer coming towards his eyes.

He didn't even have time to fire his gun before the hammer had already embedded itself into his skull.

His body immediately went limp and fell down.

In an instant!

There was only one gang member left standing.

This guy has a head full of colorful hair, and he was the one who barked the loudest just now.

Jin Bing remembered him, he was also a member of the robbery that day.

He was a close friend of the Ramones.

He had already picked up the gun he had just thrown away.

But it seemed that the quality of the guns they bought was not very good. They even jammed and made mistakes in a hurry. No matter how he pulled the trigger or pulled the bolt, he could not remove the stuck bullet.

Chen Man walked to the corpse next to him and pulled out the window breaker.

Because too much force was used before, the window breaker brought up pieces of broken skull fragments when it was pulled out.

He shook off the brain matter stuck to his hand with some disgust.

Chen Man walked over slowly and looked down at Caimao.

"Tsk, tsk, hello!"

Before he finished speaking, the hammer in his hand had already fallen.

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The SWAT team arrived late.

Without noticing, an ambulance drove past them with its sirens on.

The black mass of anti-explosion shields and the intense gunfire made it impossible not to take it seriously.

George Stacy also arrived on the scene.

As the commissioner of the New York Police Department, he always leads by example.

Before I even went upstairs, blood started flowing down from the top of the stairs. The scarlet blood dripped downwards like rain, and the air was filled with a strong bloody stench.

The special police officers had expressionless faces and walked upstairs in a cross-legged manner.

He kept yelling as he walked.

“Head in hands.

Don't move, lie on the ground with your hands on your head."

However, when they reached the top six floors.

All that could be seen were bodies lying in all directions, corpses forming streams on the ground, and bullet holes everywhere.

And two pairs of footprints that are either blurry or clear, but intertwined with each other.

No one survived.

Chapter 7 Madam, I think marrying me would be a great way to repay you.

"hiss!"

Chen Man grinned and his facial muscles kept twitching.

The towel in his mouth had been severely deformed due to excessive force.

The jaw kept making creaking sounds, which sounded a bit creepy.

Chen Man continued to gasp for air.

“Mrs. Stacy… Corianda!

If possible, could you give me some anesthesia?"

Kolianda, who was using a scalpel to cut the skin and try to dig out the bullet embedded deep in the muscle, rolled her eyes and said, "I thought you were always a tough guy."

"No, even tough guys need anesthesia!"

Chen Man was quite speechless.

Mrs. Stacy looked at Chen Man, who was a head taller than her even when sitting in front of her, and listened to his complaints. She felt a rare sense of relief.

"Although, I don't know why, even bullets can't penetrate your muscles, but you have lost so much blood, you must have lost too much blood. In this case, if I were to give you anesthesia, you might fall into a coma due to anemia and then die!" Mrs. Stacy said as she picked up the adrenaline next to her and injected it into his arm, then lowered her head and continued to suture the wound.

Adrenaline is not a painkiller after all.

Especially the feeling of having your flesh cut by a knife is extremely uncomfortable.

"Why don't you take all the travel bags away?" Mrs. Stacy seemed to sense his pain and deliberately brought up the topic to distract him.

"Grasp all, lose all!" Chen Man looked at the travel bags piled up not far away. "With so many things stolen, the black market must be very tight. These things are more valuable than US dollars, but if no one wants them, they will just be a pile of scrap metal.

I can't do such a crazy thing as melting them all.

I took these things out of the bank safe.

While I was grabbing these things, I took a look at the list of items in the bank safe.

But they are all big shots.

Obviously, these things are not meant to be seen in public.

I throw some of it to the police, and they will go to the bank to verify. These owners are not actually short of money, and they will not put themselves in jail for such a small amount of money, so they will deny that these things are theirs.

Besides, these things are dirty, but the bank must have estimated their value when collecting them.

The insurance company cannot compensate for things, but it can compensate for money, which means that when I rob a bank, I am actually helping them launder money... They don't lose anything, but instead can turn these jewelry that can only be kept in the safe into usable US dollars.

I'm helping them.

And, if no one acknowledges that these things are theirs.

Then the police wouldn’t know what I had stolen.

They have no way to control the black market... and those black market dealers have no chance to raise prices. "Chen said confidently: "It looks like I robbed a bank. But in fact, I robbed an insurance company... Everyone hates insurance companies, so I am doing a good job of eliminating harm for the people."

Mrs. Stacy rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Switching the concepts doesn't mean you haven't committed a crime."

"Hahaha, what about you, Corianda?

You are now helping a criminal treat his wounds, especially this criminal who killed a lot of people not long ago. " Chen Man turned his head with a smile, but suddenly stopped his neck, because the sharp scalpel had stopped in front of his pupils. The sharp blade slid up and down slowly, gently picking up the gauze on the top of his head that was already stained with blood.

The gauze fell off, revealing the hideous wound.

Because of the excessive force, the surgical stitches had been torn loose.

The slender tweezers holding the needle and thread were brought to the wound.

Mrs. Stacy's voice came from behind. She held Chen Man's arm with one hand, struggling to keep her balance, and began to sew with one hand, "I am a doctor. It is my duty to cure diseases and save lives."

Chen Man clapped his hands gently, and was about to say something to tease Mrs. Stacy. But he didn't expect that such a slight movement would make him feel sore all over his body, and he immediately grimaced. In the previous battle, all his attention was on the life-and-death struggle. Now that it was quiet all of a sudden, the pain in his body became more noticeable.

"Don't move! If the wound breaks open again, I won't sew it up for you!"

Mrs. Stacy felt the sweat dripping down from her head, so she simply put down the tweezers in her hand, leaving the suture needle stuck in Chen Man's forehead. She reached out and took off her beige coat, revealing the white shirt underneath.

Feeling that she was no longer restrained by the coat, she picked up the tweezers again and began to suture the wound.

This is not the operating room of the hospital. Although the hospital belongs to her, there are many people and eyes here. This is her private villa, located in the wealthy area not far from the hospital.

However, it looked like no one had lived there for many years, and the floor, walls, furniture and various decorations were all covered in dust.

To be fair, Mrs. Stacy can definitely be considered a natural beauty with curvaceous body.

Originally, the shirt should be loose on her, but it looked a little small. Chen Man accidentally caught a glimpse of the pink protrusion under her shirt, which made Chen Man couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"It's true that the spring scenery in the garden cannot be contained, and a red apricot blossom has grown out of the wall!"

While Chen Man was complaining in his heart, he suddenly felt the wound on his forehead being pulled. Then Mrs. Stacy came closer with a playful smile on her face, "What are you looking at? Are you looking at it with such relish?"

Chen Man quickly looked away and said calmly, "I didn't see anything!"