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

Just so that I can drag it out and deal with it later.

Dazzling magnetic incandescent lamp.

It was affixed to the metal frame above the elevator.

The blinding light illuminated the large space in front of Fisk.

It also illuminates the number of zombies.

It’s okay, the number is not as much as I imagined.

Under the dazzling white light.

Fisk could see the approximate number of zombies, and it was not too numerous to see the end.

There are probably several thousand of them.

However, even if there were twice as many zombies, they would obviously not be a big deal.

Because Fisk prepared a large amount of ammunition and weapons this time to deal with the massive number of zombies.

The ones who could pose a danger and cause casualties to Fisk and his team are the Lickers hiding among the zombies.

However, Fisk hadn't seen a living Licker in a long time.

At least, except for the first and second time down.

Fisk has never seen a biological monster as powerful as the Licker again.

The prisoners who came out of the elevator were holding cold weapons in their hands. They looked at the zombies who were rushing towards them with their mouths wide open and roaring, their faces were terribly gloomy.

However, facing these unarmed zombies, they were still able to defeat them without any injuries by relying on the weapons in their hands.

In comparison, the black muzzle of the gun behind them obviously made them feel more desperate.

Several prisoners walking at the end looked at their surroundings.

They looked at each other.

I saw that most people's attention was not on them.

Weighing the knife and axe in his hand, he resolutely ran along the edge of the wall.

Are you kidding? There are so many zombies who don’t feel pain and are not afraid of death.

Engage in close combat with them using cold weapons.

What is the difference between this and seeking death?

They have committed a crime, but please let the law punish them.

Instead of these ugly and smelly zombies.

In fact, it’s not like no one went unnoticed.

Many people saw those stealthy figures running away.

But no one wanted to pay attention to them.

Especially those gunners who have been here once.

If they could have escaped from here, they would have done so last time.

The only way out from here is the elevator behind you!

All the zombies were attracted by the dense gunfire.

Therefore, these prisoners were very lucky and escaped the zombies' pursuit and blockade without any danger. The violent gunfire made the zombies go into a frenzy, and they ignored the living flesh that slipped past the edge of the corner.

They found a safe passage leading upwards. At the entrance of the passage were several torn and shriveled corpses, who looked like they had been dead for a long time. Heavy air blew out of the safe passage, but there was no sign of any zombies.

The prisoners looked at each other.

"Can't you go up?"

"Otherwise, let's go back!

With just this thing in my hand, if I encounter zombies in a narrow corridor..."

"If you want to go back, go back by yourself. Going back is just like committing suicide!

Since the elevator can go down, the emergency passage must be able to go up."

The person who spoke was a man with a scar on his face.

He glanced at his companions around him with disdain.

He walked into the safety passage without looking back.

The other prisoners seemed to have found their backbone.

They also entered the safety passage one by one.

Dark safety passage.

It's like a monster with its mouth wide open waiting for its prey to enter.

It greedily devoured any living thing that entered.

He didn't hide in the darkness until the footsteps of several people disappeared.

Waiting for the next prey to come to the door.

But not long after, screams were heard in the passage.

And the sound of heavy objects rolling down the corridor.

The prisoner, covered in blood, struggled to run back from the safe passage. One of his arms was torn off and black blood was flowing out. The white bones were wrapped in broken flesh and blood and kept shaking left and right in the air. The scar on his face turned gray due to excessive blood loss.

He turned and ran towards the direction of the dense gunfire, but before he could take a step forward, a large group of black insects that looked like flies quickly wrapped around his body, making a buzzing sound as their wings flapped.

Screams were heard, accompanied by roars of "Ahhhhh, stay away from me, you damn guys!" He waved his hands to block these disgusting bugs.

Unfortunately, his efforts were of no use at all. Instead, they were like a passionate battle accompaniment, making the black bugs fly faster.

Wait until the black bugs disappear.

A dried corpse fell to the ground.

The safe passage once again returned to peace.

Not long after, the sound of high heels hitting the ground slowly began to appear in the passage.

The tall woman was wearing a white dress that looked like a wedding dress, a black lady's hat on her head, black high heels that covered her grayish-white feet, and pink toes that looked like marshmallows, painted with red nail polish.

"pat~"

"pat~"

She breathed in the stuffy air of the underground space.

"It stinks here!"

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About half an hour.

All the zombies near the elevator were wiped out.

Lester led his men and continued to move forward.

Fisk sat on a pile of zombie corpses and took off his titanium armor covered with teeth marks with his hands.

Breathing in the unpleasant stench in the air.

He lit a cigar and puffed out the smoke slowly.

The smell of cigar diluted some of the stench of blood.

A hand stretched out from the corpse below, trying to grab Fisk's ankle.

Fisk lowered his head, took a deep puff of his cigar, and then buried the hot butt deep into the zombie's head.

"呲呲呲~"

Black smoke was accompanied by the stinking sound of flesh being roasted.

And the zombies gradually lost all movements.

Fisk, whose nerves had been tense, finally relaxed a little.

Zhao Hailun came over with her mouth covered.

Her sweatshirt was covered in vomit.

Even she could not bear such a bloody scene.

But this time she held the submachine gun tightly in her hand.

The repeated vomiting not only made her vomit out everything she had eaten in the Italian restaurant, but also the acid in her stomach, making her face look extremely pale.

However, there was a light in Zhao Hailun's eyes that was almost tangible.

Apparently, just as Fisk guessed, Zhao Helen saw the treasures on these zombies. She walked up to Fisk, her throat throbbing as she said, "Boss, did you also take the heart you gave me from here?

But why has that heart completely lost its vitality? "

Fisk lit a cigar and handed it to Zhao Hailun. He didn't mean to explain immediately. He was also very tired and didn't want to bother to explain for the time being.

In addition, he hadn't figured out how to explain to Zhao Hailun that the elevator was not traveling through one world, but to another world. Maybe it was time to create some exclusive nouns: "Smoke one of these to dispel some of the stench in the air! Then you won't feel sick anymore."

Zhao Hailun took the cigar.

I just took a puff and didn't have time to ask questions.

There were explosions in the distance.

It was the sound of a grenade exploding.

At the same time, this is also a signal.

According to what was agreed with the gunmen before.

Do not use grenades unless necessary.

And once a grenade is used.

That means they must have encountered an enemy that ordinary firearms could not defeat.