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

The licker continued to struggle.

Although, its internal organs, hind legs and important organs had been beaten into sieves by Fisk.

But it still wanted to struggle.

It even crushed the gun barrel in its mouth.

The metal fragments pierced through the flesh and blood, making the bloody mouth, which was already like a hornet's nest, even more broken.

But, even so.

Even so, it couldn't stand up.

It still couldn't suppress the desire for Fisk's flesh and blood deep in its heart.

Fisk threw away the light machine gun in his hand that had been broken in half, and also took off the Scorpion backpack behind him that had lost most of its weight and threw it to the ground.

I moved my slightly numb arm.

Fisk caught a glimpse of the Licker struggling on the ground.

Without any hesitation, he raised his foot and stomped it in one go.

He crushed the tattered head with one kick.

"Snapped!"

My whole head suddenly felt like a rotten watermelon.

However, the brain, which was thinly covered by a layer of skin and flesh, did not explode. Instead, it was kicked away like a ball by Fisk's raised foot, and was soon submerged by the zombies that rushed over like a stream, and disappeared without a trace.

Lester stepped back to his side.

The weight of the backpack indicated that the bullets were running out.

"Boss, I'm out of bullets!"

"Go get it, I'll cover you!"

Fisk turned and walked into the elevator, picking up the oil tank.

Fisk used a lighter to light the alcohol swab on the gun tip, then patted Lester on the shoulder. The latter immediately threw away the machine gun, took off his backpack, and got into the elevator.

"Hoohoo!"

Gasoline was sprayed.

Also sprayed out was a hot flame jet that looked like a long dragon.

LPO-50 flamethrower

This thing has not been produced since the collapse of the Soviet Union.

However, after so many years of testing and improvement, its lethality and stability have been fully guaranteed, and the fuel tank at the back has been equipped with a double-layer steel plate, which is enough to withstand the shooting of small-caliber firearms.

Although it is a bit heavy to carry.

But for Fisker, it can be basically ignored.

more importantly.

Zombies can't shoot.

Due to long-term dehydration, the zombies' bodies looked like bacon that had been dried for a long time. They were easily ignited, and the flames continued to spread.

One passed it to two, two passed it to three, and the scorching heat accompanied by the air circulation generated by the combustion made Fisk's forehead covered with sweat.

Lester picked up his new backpack, pulled the bolt, and aimed at the fish that had escaped through the wall of fire.

However, when he saw the huge, rotten, and hideous corpse of the licker on the ground, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"How did this damn thing...get so big?"

"This is still small!" Fisk's eyes kept wandering in the flames, trying to find another larger one.

Compared to these zombies that shatter at the slightest touch and burn at the slightest touch.

The large licker is the one Fisk should pay special attention to.

The gasoline on his body spurted out as if it was free.

Fisk pursed his lips.

The moisture on the lips is dried up.

The air is getting thinner.

The wall of fire in the distance was almost engulfing the entire underground space.

"Boss, we're running low on oxygen.

We must not retreat, otherwise, even if we are not burned to death, we will be suffocated to death!"

"Go look through the backpack inside!"

"what?"

Lester was stunned, then turned around and went back to the elevator.

That's when I discovered it.

Fisk actually brought a portable oxygen pack.

Got it immediately.

Fisk had already made sufficient preparations!

That being the case.

Then Lester couldn't say anything more.

The only thing I can do is to sacrifice my life to the end.

This pillow-like oxygen bag is enough for a person to breathe for about fifteen minutes. According to Lester's estimation, under strenuous activities, this bag of oxygen will be exhausted in about ten minutes at most.

Fisk prepared five packs in total.

According to Lester's estimate, it would take at most ten minutes.

The oxygen will be consumed.

Then the flame will go out.

They won't be at risk of suffocating.

Lester used one himself and was about to give the other one to Fisk, but unexpectedly, Fisk threw away the flamethrower in his hand and kicked him back into the elevator!

Lester was kicked in the chest and flew into the elevator like a ball.

Almost in the next second!

A big hole suddenly exploded in the ceiling directly above the elevator.

Concrete and steel bars were flying everywhere, and broken stones were falling to the ground like rain. The sound of the water was like a rushing waterfall, harsh and loud.

And among the broken stones.

A huge licker as big as a locomotive appeared!

Its target was Lester, who was just about to leave the elevator.

This guy's intelligence is definitely beyond that of ordinary beasts.

Facing a torrent of bullets and burning flames.

It knew that if it forced its way in, it would only end up dead.

So he simply left this underground space.

He used his sharp claws to dig out a sneak attack channel on the upper level.

Sneak attack on the defenseless Lester as he walked out of the elevator.

Fortunately, Fisk kicked him.

He was kicked back into the elevator and his life was saved.

otherwise.

Lester would probably have his head bitten to pieces by the Licker that attacked from above.

It's even possible that it could bite half of the body into pieces.

Lester had no doubt about the ferocity and lethality of that foul-smelling bloody mouth.

"Boom!"

After falling to the ground, the Licker immediately pounced into the elevator, pouncing on him, its big mouth full of sharp teeth opening and closing back and forth, its sharp claws scratching the backpack, and the narrow elevator door was squeezed and deformed.

Lester's face turned pale.

But he immediately raised his machine gun and started firing.

The bullet turned the transparent brain into a hornet's nest.

But the brain is not the licker's fatal weakness.

The lickers kept crowding into the elevator. The car was shaking violently due to its huge size. They saw that the big stinky mouth was about to touch their bodies!

Lester even reached for the grenade, ready to die with it.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the licker's body shrink back, then quickly shrink again, and then continue to retreat to the rear.

Soon, a gap appeared in the elevator.

At the same time, Fisk also showed a cruel smile.

"I said, taking you with me is a good choice!"

The red light from the flames behind him was reflected on Fisk's profile and the wounds on his face that had not yet fully healed. Under the illumination of the flames, Fisk's huge body looked like a demon from hell, even more terrifying than the hideous and ugly Licker!

He grabbed the licker's tail and dragged it outside with force. The licker kept struggling. Seeing that he was about to bite Lester, he was unwilling to give up. His body shook and his tail immediately shook violently.

Ordinary people faced monsters that looked like small locomotives.

The licker can easily throw the person away with just a little force.

Before, it relied on its huge body to rampage through the zombie horde unscrupulously, smashing and knocking countless zombies away. This was enough to show how powerful it was.