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

Accidents always come first!

The tanks and motorcycles disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Only the blazing flames remained, spreading across the square below.

However, it didn't take long.

Several troop carriers came speeding through the flames.

These troop carriers have been modified to have extremely strong quietness, and the sound of the engines is almost negligible.

Therefore, it did not attract too much attention from zombies.

The silencer extended from the troop carrier accurately shot the zombies it found into sieves.

The troop carrier came to rest in the flames.

A dozen guys wearing camouflage uniforms but looking sloppy and bandit-like walked down.

The camouflage uniforms they were wearing looked either too big or too small and did not fit their bodies well. It was obvious at a glance that they were not theirs.

However, the fire was extinguished very quickly. The carbon dioxide fire extinguisher sprayed out thick white dust, and then more people in camouflage uniforms jumped down.

They began to search among the extinguished flames. Not long after, they found the fluorescent paint that was flashing white light. They took the machine and began to process the fluorescent paint on the ground.

Fisk's pupils contracted. There was a hole where the fluorescent paint was, which was the hole caused by the previous bomb.

Ada Wang and his team entered the underground through this hole.

It seems that this is not the first time they have come here.

I am familiar with the environment here.

They even brought a water-injected concrete cutter.

However, they soon discovered steel bars mixed with the concrete.

Although the water injection cutting machine can cut through concrete, it may not be able to cut through hard steel bars. After discovering this, several men in camouflage uniforms started yelling and cursing.

They unloaded the explosives from the troop carrier. They were mining explosives that Fisk was very familiar with, except that the amount of explosives in each one was much larger than what Fisk had used before. Judging from the size alone, each one was larger than the two Fisk had used before.

And just as they were setting up the explosives.

Dozens more people got off the troop carrier.

Each of them was wearing camouflage uniforms and holding standard rifles, but their movements were very lazy. They did not look like soldiers, but rather like ordinary people who had not received any military training.

They kept shooting at the zombies around them.

The movements are unusually lazy.

Looks like he's on drugs.

The reason why Fisk feels this way.

Just because when we were in Hell's Kitchen, there were drug addicts everywhere.

Fisk was so familiar with these drug addicts that he could almost tell their identities from some of their subtle expressions.

Fisk had almost regarded this place as his own territory. Now he saw these inexplicable guys appearing in his territory and even entering the basement.

You know, Lester and the others are there now.

However, Fisk believes in Lester's strength.

It is very easy and simple to deal with this group of idiots who have no power.

But there will inevitably be casualties in battle, and the basement is strong enough to be used as a fortress. If it is blown to pieces during the battle, wouldn't we need to find another place to use as a base?

Even so, the time flow rate in this world and the Marvel world is six to one.

Fisk can stay in this world for a long time, but time should not be wasted like this.

Moreover, the old gunners and prisoners who are still alive are, to some extent, Fisk's trustworthy subordinates.

Especially the gunman who had been to this world once before.

To be able to survive till now.

He is also a skilled fighter who has survived many battles.

Although, Fisk didn't care about their lives.

But if we let them die in vain at the hands of this mob, this deal would be a loss no matter how you look at it.

'They are coppers in the bag, though worthless.

But no one wants to hand them over to strangers.'

When Fisk hesitated whether to take action himself.

Fisk suddenly noticed that there were more than a dozen red figures passing by in the distance.

It's those escaped lickers, they're back again!

And the number has doubled.

Originally there were only a dozen at most, but now there are more than twenty.

There were big ones and small ones. The big ones were three or four meters long and two or three meters wide, looking like a heavy tank. The small ones were only one or two meters long and one meter wide, about the same size as the two Fisk killed last time!

Having fought against these ghost creatures before, Fisk knew how powerful the Lickers were.

These guys are not afraid of bullets. The highly tough muscles on their bodies look soft but are actually extremely tough and elastic. Once a bullet penetrates them, it will quickly lose all kinetic energy, and the continuously healing wounds will soon squeeze the bullet out.

The only weak point is the heart, which is protected beneath two strong diaphragm bones.

However, they all lay on all fours, like wolves, and would not give their most vulnerable stomachs to the enemy. They also moved very fast and could crawl on walls and ceilings at will. They even possessed intelligence that was no less than that of humans. At this moment, they were like a pack of wolves, slowly approaching the troop carrier with the help of the undying flames and zombies.

It’s just like wolves hunting in the animal world.

"Woof woof woof~"

At this moment, a loud dog barking suddenly came from the troop carrier.

And there was more than one dog.

Several zombie dogs with grayish-white skin and huge bodies, like calves, rushed out from the carriage. They all had things similar to motorcycle helmets installed on their heads, and their bodies were covered with spikes, leaving only rotten noses and mouths with steel-tooth muzzles outside.

"What the hell is this?"

Fisk's eyes turned a deep black.

He saw clearly that there were extremely weak souls among those dog heads, but those souls were all white, and he could collect all of them without touching Fisk.

It's not something amazing.

But it is worth noting that all these dogs are zombie dogs.

This means that it is impossible for them to obey orders.

Because they are all crazy bloodthirsty people, and the helmets on their heads, in addition to protecting their weaknesses, are more likely to contain some equipment that can control them to obey orders.

It's the same chips as those in the pursuer's head.

Fisk had expected to find this technology in this building.

In this way, who knows, in the future, Fisk may be able to build a biochemical army of his own.

Dimitrescu leaned against Fisk. She was much taller than Fisk, but she placed her body completely beside Fisk like a little bird, looking outside at the same time.

Her eyes also caught sight of the zombie dogs rushing towards the Licker. She just glanced at them briefly at first, but then Dimitrescu realized something was wrong and let out a soft "eh".

"what happened?"

Dimitrescu slowly looked at a cultivation view next to her. After confirming that the short cowboy man was quietly floating inside, the expression on Dimitrescu's face became more puzzled. She heard Fisk's doubts, hesitated for a moment and said: "The style of these zombie dogs is very similar to this guy."

The cowboy man that Dimitrescu was pointing at.

"Carl Heisenberg?"

"Yes!" Dimitrescu nodded, "Four lords serve under Mother Goddess Miranda. Besides me, they are Carl Heisenberg, Salvatore Moro, and Donna Benevento! Except for Carl Heisenberg and me, the other two are crazy. Salvatore Moro's brain is sometimes a little normal, but he can basically not communicate normally.

Carl Heisenberg has always wanted to betray the Mother Goddess, and his mechanical zombies have been invading my estate and conducting experiments on my werewolves.

I have a bad relationship with him, but I know all about these mechanical zombies under his command.

After the gift was implanted in Carl Heisenberg, his organs could emit electricity and connect with nerves, forming a magnetic field around his body. Unlike me, he was more like a human. At the same time, he could transform corpses into cyborg biochemical soldiers. He was superstitious about steel, and believed that the hardest thing in the world was steel, not faith. So he always believed that the faith promoted by the Mother Goddess was heresy, and that he wanted to rebel. He was an ignorant and arrogant guy. "Dimitrescu stood in front of the glass jar, looking at the silver liquid injected into Carl Heisenberg's body.

"Carl Heisenberg has the ability to manipulate magnetic fields. This laboratory is filled with all kinds of steel. Even if he is locked in a prison made of glass, as long as there is any steel within his sensing range, he will escape immediately.

But he couldn't control the mercury, so they filled his body with mercury. Even though he was still alive, he was like a statue, fixed here forever."

Dimitrescu's tone was full of sarcasm, but he quickly changed the subject, "I felt Carl Heisenberg's style from those zombie dogs. I have dismantled most of the mechanical zombies he created, so I have this feeling!"

Fisk nodded thoughtfully, "You mean those zombie dogs outside were created by him... They are clones, right?"

Dimitrescu's aura suddenly weakened, and her expression became a little complicated. The three daughters standing behind her also had strange expressions. Dimitrescu was silent for a while and then said, "Yes... At that time, under the leadership of the Romanian government, the most elite mercenaries from various branches of Umbrella launched a siege against us.

The four of us nobles fought desperately with our subordinates, but the elite troops of Umbrella were too powerful, and they knew our weaknesses.

My last memory is of a rocket fired at my head, filled with white phosphorus.

And it was Ada Wang who fired the rocket launcher.

Carl Heisenberg died before me. Umbrella created a biological weapon that can spray highly corrosive mucus, which corroded Carl Heisenberg alive into a mass of rotten flesh. I saw it with my own eyes... Fisk, I didn't... They should all be clones."

Dimitrescu's tone was a little lonely, but this was a very normal thing. After all, anyone who found out that he was just a copy and that there might be another or more of himself in the world would always have an inexplicable sense of loss.

Everyone is selfish and wants to be the only one.

Fisk looked at Dimitrescu, who had a lost face, and suddenly reached out and gently held the other's chin, then said calmly: "Look into my eyes!" Dimitrescu raised his head and looked into Fisk's eyes. Fisk's eyes were without any other color, just like a black hole that could swallow all the light.

Dimitrescu looked at the pair of eyes in a daze, but in the next second, a purple flame appeared deep in Fisk's pupils, appearing in the deep darkness.

Dimitrescu was stunned.

She looked at the ball of purple flame deep in Fisk's pupils.

Feel the unparalleled sense of affinity.

She didn't know what this purple flame was, but before long, an intuition from the depths of her soul told her that this was her soul.

She wanted to reach out and touch the purple flame, but in the end, Fisk's hand gently caught it. "Mrs. Dimitrescu, I have not personally experienced what you have experienced.

So, I cannot personally experience this feeling.

But I can see your soul, your unique soul.