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

The "giant squid" that has swept Miami is about to come to an end.

The vulture flapped its wings and flew high.

He had the least injuries.

And most of them were left by bullets.

After being blocked by the dense feathers, when the bullets hit his body, at most they left a few tiny bloody holes, which were actually superficial injuries.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

He flew to the top floor and circled.

He aimed at the glass not far away and slammed into it.

"Boom!"

The vulture just felt dizzy.

He flapped his wings, trying hard to keep his balance.

There was a big swelling on the head.

This glass turned out to be bulletproof glass.

And it seems to be of a very high level.

The vulture crashed into the glass and got a big bump on its head, but there was not even a crack on the glass!

He flapped his wings and flew in front of the glass again.

This time he did not act stubbornly. Instead, he flapped his wings and moved them towards the glass in a high-frequency vibration mode. After slowly touching the glass, the speed at which the vulture's wings flapped suddenly increased several times.

With a click.

Dense cracks appeared inside the glass.

But the surface of the glass is still extremely smooth.

The vulture gritted his teeth.

He pressed his whole body against the glass, and then pressed his other wing against the glass. Both wings fluttered together. As the frequency became higher and higher, the glass finally couldn't hold on anymore, and a crackling sound was heard.

The originally transparent glass was now covered with white spider webs. Whether from the inside or the outside, it was no longer possible to see the other side of the glass clearly.

“It’s just the finishing touch!”

The vulture raised its head again and then hit the glass heavily.

"Wow!"

Accompanied by the sharp sound of breaking glass.

The vulture fell downwards.

His fluttering wings kept him afloat.

But the strong smell of blood, like a sharp sword, pierced into the vulture's head.

The vulture's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He felt as if he had fallen into the slave arena of medieval Rome.

There are also mountains of corpses and seas of blood here.

There were corpses everywhere.

A river of blood.

Converging towards slightly lower areas.

The vulture frowned.

Some looked at everything in front of them in disbelief.

Just then, he suddenly noticed.

In the pile of corpses in the distance, two huge shadows were colliding with each other, but the blood flowing from their heads slowly blocked his vision.

The vulture flew over immediately.

Flying high into the sky, he could see more clearly.

It was his boss, Fisk.

Fisk held a hideous head in each hand.

It's like holding a medieval meteor hammer.

Keep hitting an iron shell under his body.

Every time it hits, there is a dull sound of steel impact.

The helmet, which was made of some kind of steel, had been deeply dented, but the man wearing the armor was not dead yet. He waved his arms and hit Fisk's waist, while struggling hard to press Fisk under his body.

Finally, he found his chance.

He kicked Fisk's head with his thigh upwards, and then took advantage of Fisk's trance to pin Fisk under him, strangling Fisk's neck tightly with both hands, and let Fisk swing his head and hit him, but he was not moved at all.

Seeing this, the vulture no longer hesitated and immediately flew down from the sky.

He swung his body and grabbed Shredder's shoulders with his sharp steel claws, ready to lift him into the air to help Fisk out.

But I didn't expect it.

It was as if Shredder had eyes on the back of his head.

Shredder's body just shook slightly.

Before the vulture could even see clearly, it felt that it had missed the target.

The whole person had already slid past Shredder from the side.

The vulture thought to himself that something was wrong, so he bent his body, brought his knees to his chest, and twisted his body into a ball.

Then, he flapped his wings and tried to fly into the sky.

But even though his reaction was so quick.

But it was still a step slower.

Shredder grabbed his feet and pulled him to the ground.

The vulture flapped its wings even more rapidly.

But his strength is no match for Shredder.

I could only watch helplessly as I was pulled down little by little.

At the same time, the bones from the ankles to the knees and to the thighs were all stretched and creaking, and it felt like they could break completely at any time. The extreme pain, discomfort and torture made the vulture scream uncontrollably.

Fisk breathed greedily.

He was breathing heavily.

The iron gloves left purple marks on the neck.

He laughed as he watched the approaching vultures.

He cursed and continued to wave his fists.

Launch an attack towards Shredder.

"Hehehe, you have reinforcements, and I have reinforcements too."

One of Fisk's eyes was swollen and his face looked more like a pig's head, but he seemed to feel nothing at all. He grabbed Shredder's neck with force, and while continuing to hold the other's neck, he pressed the other back to the ground, allowing the vulture to fly high into the sky again.

"Puff puff!"

The vulture wanted to help again.

But the Bigfoot gang members came out from nowhere and immediately shot at Fisk. Shredder was wearing steel armor, so they didn't care if they would accidentally hurt him, but Fisk was made of flesh and blood, so even if the bullets hit him, they could only leave non-fatal blood holes.

However, once a small number of blood holes accumulate into a large number, this inconspicuous blood hole can still pose a fatal risk.

The vulture quickly flapped its wings and stood in front of Fisk.

He flapped his wings and blocked the dense bullets for Fisk.

Schneider wanted to repeat the same trick.

He raised his leg again and kicked Fisk in the back of the head.

But Fisk had been fooled once, so how could he be fooled again?

He picked at the button below Shredder's mask.

Pulling it upwards with all your might.

Because of beating the sharp-colored armor, both hands had long been unrecognizable, with blood and flesh all over the place, and the pale bones were barely visible among the scattered flesh and blood.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

A piercing pain rushed into Fisk's mind.

His brain and subconscious kept telling him to let go.

But Fisk wouldn't let go.

Not only did he not let go.

Even the hand bones and steel were intertwined and squeezed, making a creaking sound.

He also had no intention of giving up.

Until he finally broke the lock of the mask.

The crisp sound of the lock breaking seemed unusually faint amid the sound of gunfire.

Fisk smiled again.

He pulled off Shredder's mask.

Finally, I saw that face covered with black blood vessels again.

As the mask was opened, the blood that had filled the entire armor finally gushed out like a flood that had found an outlet.

Black blood continued to pour out.