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

The sharp crossbow arrow shot straight into the sky.

It drew a graceful arc in the wind and dashed towards Fisk below at an incredible angle!

The sharp arrow blade did not lose any power due to falling. On the contrary, due to the blessing of its own gravity, the speed became faster and faster. The triangular arrow blade emitted a biting cold light.

Fisk didn't move, as if he hadn't noticed.

Lester saw this and stopped moving.

His eyes were full of disdain.

He originally thought that this guy would be a tough opponent, but he didn't expect that he was just a tough guy!

But in the next second.

He narrowed his eyes suddenly, twisted his feet quickly, and disappeared into the dark corner.

The dazzling light blue lightning quickly hit the long arrow that fell from the sky, and at the same time, another lightning rushed straight towards the window where Lester had just stopped.

"Fuck!"

It was like being hit by a hammer.

As the long and narrow light blue magnetic wire passed through the window, the glass window covered with oil and dust instantly shattered into fine pieces of glass fragments that scattered lightly in the depths of the corridor.

Fisk turned and walked away.

He leaped and landed on the roof of the next building.

The huge weight hit the ceiling of the building with a thunderous sound. He did not dare to stop and continued to walk, rushing to the rooftop farther away.

While running, he kept shaking his palms. Because he had not injected stimulants, when the electric current passed through his palms, the numb feeling of the electric current passing through his skin made him feel as if life was worse than death.

But fortunately, Fisk has amazing willpower.

There was no sound at all.

Not even a muffled sound was uttered.

He moved quickly.

Never stay in one place for more than a second.

The speed was so fast that Lester had to keep raising his crossbow, but he could not find the angle to aim and shoot.

As a natural thrower.

Lester can deliver a fatal shot from anywhere and at any angle.

Even if the opponent is moving at high speed, he has a way to predict where the opponent will land in the next second.

However, the environment in Hell's Kitchen is too complicated.

There were all kinds of illegal buildings everywhere. What's more important was that Fisk was on the upper floor, and he could only move among the interconnected buildings. It was not an advantage to attack from a low position. Without visual capture, he had no way of predicting where the opponent would land in the next second.

Even though Fisk's huge footsteps sounded like thunder.

But this still cannot be a prerequisite for shooting.

Fisk knew Lester.

This guy who calls himself Bullseye possesses extraordinary throwing abilities. Any weapon thrown by him can become a killing tool.

Even if it's just the most ordinary playing card!

If we follow the wheel of history.

Bullseye will become Kingpin's vanguard, and Kingpin hired him as the chief assassin to clear all obstacles on his way to becoming the emperor of the underworld.

But...now Mr. Bullseye is obviously standing on the opposite side of Kingpin.

I just don't know if Mr. Bullseye has undergone transformation from the National Security Agency, turning him into a madman whose spine and all the bones in his body have been replaced with adamantium.

Fisk can only hope not.

Fisk exerted force on the soles of his feet, tightened his heels, exerted force on his calves, and bounced his knees. He flew up, but this time the place he wanted to reach was not the roof of the next building, but a staircase platform directly below.

The crossbow arrow shot towards his chest the moment he jumped.

Lester finally found a new shooting position.

However, the crossbow arrow had just flown halfway when lightning hit it accurately again.

The crossbow arrow turned into charcoal and fell from the sky.

Fisk hit the platform, and the rusty staircase made a deafening groaning sound, like a woman howling miserably. Without any hesitation, he swung his fist and hammered the wall beside him.

The silver-gray rubber gloves hit the wall.

The rotten wall was completely smashed through, and blue electric sparks penetrated in, but behind the wall, all that was left of Lester was his back as he rushed out of the door.

If you miss a hit, you will be able to escape a thousand miles.

"Want to run?"

"It's a beautiful thought."

Fisk closed his eyes and his body rushed forward like a train. Walls were shattered and bricks flew everywhere. The owner of the house shivered and huddled together for warmth in the bedroom next door.

Fisk was in hot pursuit.

The identities of hunter and prey completely changed from this moment on!

Chapter 17 Bullseye: Damn it, I didn’t pay enough!

"Gwen!"

Mrs. Stacy held her daughter in her arms.

His face was full of relief.

I saw that my daughter was safe and sound and not hurt at all.

This finally made her feel at ease, as she had been hanging in the balance for a long time.

Fazi was carrying a shotgun in his hand, and was followed by seven or eight women wearing nun robes and covered with tattoos. Next to them were three or four shivering homeless people kneeling.

These homeless people discovered Gwen tied up here and were about to do something bad. Fortunately, Gwen made a noise and attracted the attention of the nuns, so that the tragedy was prevented from happening.

Fuzi said, "Now that we have found you, we will get you out of here first. Hell's Kitchen is not where you should be!"

"What about Fisk?"

"I don't know!" Fazi yawned, "But this guy is famous for his tough life.

I don't think that Irish guy can threaten him."

Fisk sneezed and leaned against the wall.

There was only a wall between him and Mr. Bullseye, but he was inside the wall and Lester was outside.

Reaching out and pulling out the rusty nail that was nailed to his arm, Fisk gritted his teeth and tightened the wound with his clothes. Who would have thought that this rusty nail might not be able to break through the defense of the rubber sole even if stepped on vertically, but in this guy's hands it could exert a powerful power comparable to a bullet.

“Would you like to take a break?

But it seems like you only have less than five minutes left." Although Lester was trying hard to keep breathing, he could still hear the sound of his heavy gasps.

But it is impossible to cover up.

"Are you ready to admit defeat?"

As Fisk spoke, he took a step back silently and slowly raised his fist.

"Whoosh!"

What was faster than his fist was a golden pen.

The pen passed through the small hole in the wall, and after hitting the wall, it suddenly turned around and stabbed towards Fisk's neck at an angle beyond imagination. If it hit, it might directly pierce the aorta.

"Boom!"

The wall was punched through.

Lester was about to retreat, but he underestimated Fisk's determination this time.

Facing the pen piercing his artery.

Fisk had no intention of dodging, he just raised his other arm to block. The sharp tip of the pen pierced into his flesh, but his whole body was already pressed against the wall, and his palm wrapped in rubber isolation gloves tightly grasped the clothes behind Lester.

"Got you!"

Yelled.

Pull your palm back forcefully.

Lester was dragged and hit against the wall.

Accompanied by a loud bang and a dull crash, cracks began to appear on the wall, and white wall dust fell from above, filling the wall with black smoke and making people dizzy.

Lester twisted his body, trying to break free from the grasp of the hands.

But how could he be a match for Fisk in terms of strength?

Fisk twisted his arm and slammed Lester against the wall again and again. The injured muscles exerted force back and forth, and actually squeezed out the pen that was embedded deep in the muscles.

Ink and blood continued to flow out of the wound like a water arrow.

Fisk had a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't feel any pain.

He suddenly felt his hands were empty.

I immediately realized that Lester had finally broken free.

Without hesitation, he pulled his arm out and strode into the room. Lester leaned against the wall with a pale face. His clothes were cut open with a dagger, revealing his upper body covered with bullet holes and knife wounds.

He was preparing to escape.

But his body was obviously seriously injured in the collision. His right arm was broken and his exposed skin was covered with bruises.

Although the head was covered with hair, the swollen bump could still be seen.

"Hey, Mr. Detective, you don't look too well."

Fisk jumped out like a leopard, his fist like the lance held by an ancient knight on horseback, hitting Lester directly with a whistling sound.

Lester looked like he hadn't recovered from the impact just now, but when his arm was about to hit his chest, he suddenly tilted his body and dodged it, as if throwing himself out. He shook violently in the air and cleverly avoided the fatal blow. A hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a dagger appeared silently in his hand. When Fisk's arm was in vain, he cut towards his neck.