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

"Gudong!"

"What the hell is this?"

"Mr. Fisk!"

Zhao Hailun looked at the zombie with bared fangs and bloodthirsty red eyes, trying desperately to squeeze in through the gap in the elevator door, so that its dry and weathered body kept making creaking sounds of bones breaking, but it still seemed as if it could not feel anything.

My body couldn't help but tremble.

People here have all seen the movie Dawn of the Dead.

Therefore, the moment they saw the zombies, they could tell what these terrifying ghost creatures were.

There are actually zombies in this world!

"Don't worry, Helen, I will keep you safe. I hope you enjoy this one-day trip to hell!"

Fisk said as he walked over to the heavy machine gun.

Two gunmen holding heavy machine guns stood closest to the door.

This is because the elevator door is very narrow and you have to get close enough to get enough shooting angles.

But this also means that they are closer to the zombies, and the psychological pressure they have to bear is naturally greater.

They saw Fisk coming.

Saw the bright titanium armor on Fisk.

I felt a little more at ease.

Originally, the fingers were trembling on the fire button.

It finally stabilized.

“No one is allowed to shoot without my order.

If anyone dares to shoot the elevator door, I will shove the barrel of a heavy machine gun up his ass.

Then, pull the trigger and let him feel the warmth of the heavy machine gun!"

The gunmen felt a chill in their hearts when they heard this.

If others were to say it, they would think it was a joke.

But if this is what Fisk said, then it must be true.

The elevator door slowly opened.

One zombie head after another appeared from the narrow door frame.

Finally, the entire elevator door retracted completely into the wall.

Now you don't have to worry about damaging the elevator.

And, there is no elevator door blocking the way.

Zombies are naturally like wild beasts that have broken free from their reins.

Rushing in from outside.

"Fire!"

As if he couldn't wait.

His tense fingers pulled the trigger.

The barrel of the gun spewed out dazzling sparks.

Amid the loud roar, the bullets seemed like the unstoppable laws of physics.

Black flesh and blood splashed up, penetrating the corpses that had been dead for a long time, and beating the zombies that wanted to rush in into pieces of broken black corpses.

The firepower of the heavy machine gun was extremely rapid, but the other gunners were not idle either.

They turned their guns and aimed at the zombies that were trying to crawl in from the ground and at the lucky ones who were still alive despite the ravages of heavy machine guns.

Bullets pierced the zombies' bodies one after another.

No zombie could enter the elevator intact.

However, there are too many zombies outside.

Soon, the elevator door was stuck by the shattered body.

The zombies outside were still pouring in, causing the corpses that were originally piled at the door to be pushed into the elevator little by little. The strong stench rushed into his nose. Fisk shouted "Cease fire" and kicked hard with his feet, causing the freight elevator to shake violently.

The next second, Fisk crashed headfirst into the pile of zombie flesh blocking the elevator door.

The pile of zombie flesh that had tightly blocked the elevator door finally stopped spreading into the elevator, and in the face of Fisk's enormous power, was pushed back little by little until the people inside could once again see the world outside the elevator.

There are too many zombies outside.

Fortunately, there weren't many on the pile of corpses.

Fisk can still push.

Several zombies climbed over the hill of corpses and tried to jump onto Fisk.

Lester was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and his accurate shooting pierced through the heads of these zombies.

Moreover, Fisk below was not hurt at all.

The pile of corpses was pushed out of the elevator.

But it still blocked the bullets fired from the elevator.

Fisk simply hugged the hill of corpses and gently threw it to the side, pushing down the entire hill of corpses. The corpses on top rolled to the ground, revealing a blank shooting angle, allowing the heavy machine gun to fire again.

Fisk stood at the side of the elevator entrance, coldly pulled out the heavy machine gun on his back, and quickly fired at the zombies rushing around.

Lester did not go out immediately, but pointed his guns at the prisoners with many gunmen. He pointed at the black bag on the ground not far away and said, "There are fire axes, machetes and daggers in the bag.

In addition, I have prepared a few meteor hammers for you.

Take these things and go outside to cut off the heads of three zombies, then come back to get the guns!"

"Damn it, I'm not going out."

"You want me to fight these ghosts?"

"Why do I need a cold weapon like an axe?"

“You have so many guns.”

Lester snorted coldly, "Everyone who just spoke must cut off thirty zombies' heads, otherwise not only will they not get the gun, they will also be executed!"

As soon as these words came out.

The prisoners immediately shut up.

And those idiots who were blinded by anger and fear all looked pale.

But they still stood there motionless. Everyone could see that these zombies were very difficult to deal with. Although no one knew how strong they were, just looking at their state, they were like mad dogs.

Everyone understands that they are not so easy to mess with.

Seeing that my words were ignored.

Lester shouted somewhat angrily.

"shot!"

The gunman in charge of escorting the prisoners immediately pulled the trigger.

The prisoners standing on the outermost edge tried to hide backwards in the crowded area, but without exception they were shot like a hornet's nest.

Until more than a dozen people lay down.

The remaining prisoners were held at gunpoint.

Reluctantly, he picked up the axe, knife and blade and walked out of the elevator.

Lester looked at the bodies of the prisoners on the ground.

Suddenly I understood why Fisk was unwilling to train his own soldiers.

The United States is a country with a military service. The vast majority of Americans have served in the military and experienced a military career.

In particular, many criminals here have served on the battlefield in Iraq. It was because they had adapted to a life of killing at will on the battlefield that they failed to adapt after returning to the United States. They still committed crimes at will, which eventually led to them being sent to prison.

Human psychological habits.

Once a habit is formed, it cannot be eliminated overnight.

The same is true for killing people.

These criminals are accustomed to killing people.

Therefore, it only needs a little training to become an obedient tool.

If you train your own soldiers, the complicated training courses are of course needless to say.

Time-consuming.

How can we make them ignore human life?

Drag him to the battlefield for training?

Or, go to a small chaotic country and work as an executioner mercenary for a while?

forget it.

Don't bother, these death row inmates are more comfortable with it.

It saves time and effort, and you won’t feel sad if he dies.

The prisoners were armed.

Start close combat with the zombies.

The gunmen then began to finish off the bodies that were lying on the ground with their heads intact.

In order not to damage the elevator, they all cut off their heads with knives.

Then the severed heads and torsos were piled separately.

Stack on the prepared plastic wrap.