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

The blood on his forehead flowed over his eyes.

Infinite despair, for some unknown reason, ignited in his heart like a flame, and burned more and more vigorously, as if it could burn her into charcoal.

Fisk dropped the humanoid in his hand.

Holding the edge of the sports car.

With a little effort, he pulled the sports car from the corner.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at Fujita Niichi in the sports car.

Pointing at the humanoid creature.

"He said, you are the chief accountant of the Big Foot Gang?"

"Who is he?" Fujita Fuichi asked tremblingly.

The tone gradually calmed down.

He suddenly had a premonition

It seems that I don’t have to die for the time being.

But he didn't expect that in the next second, a big hand had already frozen on his face.

Then, they grabbed his head and pulled him out.

The tearing pain spread from the neck to the thigh and finally to the ankle.

The creaking sound continued.

Fujita Fuichi screamed.

But the big hand still showed no sign of stopping.

Instead, he was pulled directly out of the car window and thrown into the rain, lying together with the humanoid creature.

Fujita Fuichi was in a trance and saw his own house, which was also on fire.

That was the first house he bought after coming to the United States and to Miami.

He thought he could gain wealth that he had never imagined before in this hot land far away from Tokyo, but everything had just started to get on track.

The blazing flames burned away everything he had hoped for.

Just like in March-May 1945.

The blazing flames will burn everything Japanese to ashes.

This is what they deserve.

Fisk looked down at the Japanese at his feet.

"You have ten minutes to tell us everything you know.

Then, I will give you a quick death."

"I want to surrender!" Fujita Fuichi said tremblingly. He was not a pure gangster. He was just an accountant who wanted to make a living.

Fisk's foot came down on his face like a hamburger sandwich.

It was like it was wrestling with the ground and began to squeeze it vigorously.

Fujita Fuichi kept struggling, he felt his eyes were about to be squeezed out, rain slid down the edge of his leather shoes and flowed into his mouth, while blood spurted out from his gums and throat.

It looks extremely bloody.

Fisk picked up Fujita Minor who was on the ground.

Pull him in front of you.

Looking at Fujita's unrecognizable face.

There seemed to be an apologetic smile on his face.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?

The rain was so heavy that I couldn’t hear clearly.”

But everyone could see that there was deep sarcasm in that smile.

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Compared to the Big Foot Gang leaders, Fujita Fuichi's mouth was as soft as cotton. Even before Fisk could torture him, he was already like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Tell everything you know.

If it weren’t for the chief accountant’s generous teaching.

Who could have imagined that the real lair of the Big Horn Gang was actually Miami's landmark bank - Citibank Miami.

This old bank was built in 1950.

It stands like a fortress in the heart of Miami.

It consists of two super skyscrapers and two low old buildings.

It looks a lot like the collapsed Twin Towers.

But not as tall as the Twin Towers.

But still magnificent.

And because of its special location, and the quaint appearance of the low main building that has been preserved from the last century, it has become a must-visit place for almost all tourists arriving in Miami.

But who could have thought.

This place has been transformed into a fortress by the Big Foot Gang.

The intelligence Fisk had collected before.

The Bigfoot Gang's lair is an estate outside of Miami.

But when he got there, he found out.

There are just some minions there.

Nothing at all.

But the good thing is.

He captured many mules in that estate who were responsible for transporting drugs for the Big Foot Gang.

Only then did they follow the clues and find the chief accountant, and learned that the real nest had moved to the center of Miami.

"Boss, there are still about four hours left until the storm ends. Most of the strongholds have been taken down, and the vultures are setting fire to those that have not been taken down yet." Lester walked to Fisk's side with an umbrella, and he also looked at the bank in the distance, in the darkness.

"The Japanese man named Fujita Fukaichi has already drawn a rough map of the place. As the chief accountant, he has been to many places that the Big Foot Gang members have never been to.

It also depicts the place where Schneider was in seclusion. ”

"where?"

“In the vault on the top floor.

He hasn't been out for three days since returning from New York.

However, we made such a big noise.

He should come out too!"

"Where's the accountant?"

"Well, after his eyeballs were dug out, the bleeding couldn't stop. Melanie is waiting for him to die in pain, and then she will cut off his head." Lester said nonchalantly, "Boss, there are 67 prisoners, and now there are less than 30 dead. Three teams were wiped out by the Big Foot Gang's killers. We found a burning bus and some bodies chopped into pieces on the roadside.

However, we did not encounter any killers from the Big Foot Gang!"

Fisk looked at the bank in front of him.

He could feel the violent storm that was accompanied by the surging murderous intent.

Burning silently in the huge building complex in front of it.

"Someone is waiting for us inside!"

"Yes, boss, I felt it too!" Lester nodded. He also felt the murderous aura in the air.

"Then go in?"

"Boss, if we rush in like this, we'll be easily ambushed." Lester suddenly offered his own opinion: "Why don't we just blow it up?

We still have a lot of mining bombs."

"No!" Ena Maynard also came over with an umbrella. "The equivalent is not enough. Unless it is installed on a key support point, it is a pipe dream to blow it up."

"Then can you find a support point?" Fisk suddenly loosened his nose and smelled a strange smell. The smell was extremely unpleasant, as if something was rotten.

But this smell comes and goes quickly.

Soon, it was washed clean by the heavy rain.

"Of course!" Ena Maynard waved her hand nonchalantly, "I'm a professional.

But boss, shouldn't we talk about a salary increase?

Working overtime in a different place is very hard.”

Lester also pricked up his ears.

He also wants a pay raise.

Fisk rolled his eyes at the two of them and said helplessly, "Add more, all of you, five thousand dollars per month."

"Only five thousand."

"Four thousand then!"

Ina Maynard's face immediately fell.

Fisk pointed at the bank in the distance and said, "No kidding, blow it up and I'll give you a raise. If you can't, you'll have to work for me for the rest of your life, you gossipy Norwegian."

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Once again, Fisk and Lester acted alone.

They needed to draw everyone's fire to give the bomb squad time to set the bomb.