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

Although the colorful sign lights on top of the restaurant had been torn into pieces by the strong wind and heavy rain, they were still flashing. Fortunately, the eye-catching Big Foot Gang logo was still clearly visible in the lower right corner of the colorful sign lights!

"Boss, we're almost there!"

Fisk wiped the rain off his face, forcefully loaded a new magazine into the heavy machine gun, then turned the gun and pointed it at the restaurant that was getting closer and closer not far away.

There were still dozens of meters left.

Fisk didn't hesitate at all and pulled the trigger.

The piercing sound caused the glass on the car windows to shatter further.

The eight-millimeter bullets penetrated the wall and pierced through the wooden boards.

It penetrated everything the bullet could penetrate.

Including bulletproof vests, people, bones, and any piece of flesh and blood!

As the bullet was fired, the long ammunition chain began to disintegrate at a rapid speed, and the fragments of the ammunition chain and the shell casings flew left and right like defeated deserters. Only the hot bullet still followed the trajectory of the gun barrel.

Until it loses all kinetic energy and becomes embedded in a piece of wood, steel, or a gray stainless steel stove, or a hanging range hood that has been polished to a shine.

Or maybe it is embedded in a ball of rice, the bullet is just right, embedded in the rice, and only needs to be covered with a piece of tuna, and this tempting but harsh sushi will be delivered into the mouth of a woman in a kimono.

There are Japanese streets all over Miami.

The Big Foot Gang that occupied this place not only occupied the local gangs, but also planned to slowly turn this guesthouse of God into a new colony.

An enclave.

But, it's a pity.

If you take too big a step, you might easily pull your balls.

They haven't even digested Miami yet, but they're already starting to set their sights on New York.

Or maybe they don't have any eggs at all, which would explain their greed.

The one hundred and twenty rounds of ammunition were quickly used up.

Fisk looked at the overheated muzzle.

He poured the purified water from the bucket next to him into the cooler at the muzzle of the gun.

Fully half of a bucket of water evaporated quickly.

And the remaining half finally filled up the cooler.

But Fisk did not continue to reload and shoot.

Instead, he got off the bus carrying a chainsaw that was still dripping blood.

"Boss, we don't have much time. We still have a dozen strongholds to clear!"

Fisk patted the door of the bus and plunged into the storm without looking back. "It will only take five minutes. If you are willing to come down and help, it will be over in three minutes."

Lester pursed his lips.

He shook his head somewhat helplessly.

In a voice that only he could hear, he said: "I don't like killing people, really!"

The door of the sushi restaurant was covered with holes, through which faint light could clearly shine, but the wooden door still stood there firmly and motionlessly.

Until a pair of rain-soaked leather shoes kicked the wooden door into pieces.

The wooden fragments flew towards the interior of the sushi restaurant like sharp swords.

In response, countless bullets fired out from the door.

The surviving Big Foot Gang members fired all the bullets from their light weapons, but they didn't hit anything. They could only use the faint light to see a pile of black things being thrown in from outside.

"Watch out, grenades!"

The next second, dazzling spots of fire erupted from all directions of the sushi restaurant, with light and flames far exceeding those of the offensive grenades, engulfing every living Big Foot gang member and diners who were taking shelter from the storm in the restaurant.

Fisk leaned against the wall.

Feeling the shock wave, flame and light coming from behind.

He puffed hard on the cigar that had not been extinguished by the rain.

"Idiot, this is dynamite, not a grenade!"

Mining explosives are also called civilian explosives. They are mainly composed of oxidizers and combustible agents. Compared with dynamite, their power is obviously not enough.

However, it also has extremely strong destructive power, enough to easily blow ordinary people to pieces!

He glanced at the time.

Raising three fingers to Lester who was looking over here from the bus, Fisk walked into the sushi restaurant where the fire was still burning.

I have to say, these Japanese people have really strong vitality.

Facing the bombing of mining bombs.

There are actually survivors.

Fisk raised the chainsaw in his hand.

Stepped on the Japanese man in chef's uniform.

"No, no..." The latter's face had been smoked black, but there were no obvious scars on his body. It seemed that the heavy stove blocked most of the bullets and shock waves.

The rain flowed down Fisk's clothes.

He removed the cigar from his lips.

"Say, da-meh!

Tell me and you won’t have to die.”

"Da...meh...ahhhhhhh!" Before the Japanese chef could finish his words, Fisk had already pulled the chainsaw to cut his neck. The sharp blade cut through the flesh and bones. There was no extra sound, only the angry roar of the diesel engine on the chainsaw.

"How disgusting!"

Blood splattered all over Fisk's body.

Mixed with rainwater.

Fisk wiped the chainsaw on the other person's white chef uniform with some disgust, and then plunged the rolling chainsaw into the chest of a Japanese man who was pretending to be dead.

No matter how it struggled, Fisk continued to wave the chainsaw indifferently until everything in the abdomen and chest cavity was turned into a meat paste, and then he pulled out the saw.

He shook the cigar in his hand and looked at a woman in the distance who was crawling towards the door.

He was a blond white man, but he was wearing a kimono.

Looked around.

There were two or three Japanese who were blown to pieces by the explosives but were still alive. After some consideration, Fisk did not help them end their lives quickly. Instead, he let them slowly experience the arrival of death and enjoy the fear of death that devoured their sanity bit by bit.

Only the white woman.

Still able to struggle and move.

After confirming that there is only one survivor.

Fisk stepped on her back.

The latter screamed in fear.

"Don't kill me, I'm not Japanese, I'm innocent..."

She screamed and waved her limbs wildly, even ignoring the wound on her arm, and struggled to turn over and try to push away Fisk's foot on her back.

"You're right, you are indeed not Japanese." Fisk bent down and looked at the panic-stricken face that was pierced by broken wood chips. "Come and learn from me, da!" As he spoke, he raised the chainsaw in his hand and kept shaking it around the woman's head.

The harsh saw blade rubbed back and forth.

This made the woman struggle even more frightened.

But she soon understood what Fisk meant.

If you tell it out loud, you won’t have to die.

"Da...baa!"

Fisk's face broke into a huge smile.

He held the cigar between his teeth.

Baring teeth and grinning.

There was still scarlet blood that had splashed on his face.

He looked at the woman in front of him with a smile.

The tone was extremely gentle.

This looks like a receptionist who is celebrating the purchase of a new car by a customer.

“Congratulations on becoming a Japanese.

But now, go to hell!"

The smile is fleeting.

The chainsaw in his hand chopped down horizontally.

The fragile neck was sawed off in an instant.

The blood in the neck cavity was like a fountain, blowing the hideous head out directly. It rolled for several meters until it hit the body of a Big Foot Gang member who had been shot into a sieve, and then stopped rolling.

"You still say you are not Japanese? Even Rola Takizawa doesn't get as many applause as you!" Smoking a cigar, Fisk walked behind the counter, took a look at the cut tuna, picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth. Then he turned on the natural gas pipeline and walked out of the sushi restaurant with a hissing sound.

He turned on his watch and used the light from the fire behind him.

"The time is just right!"

Chapter 73 Hey, do you want to know which one is harder, the sword or the chainsaw?

The wind and rain seemed to grow stronger.

Melanie cut off the head in front of her.

A chainsaw is also used.