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

My heart is filled with greed.

In her opinion, she was sure to defeat Fisk today.

Just like those men that she was sure she had in her hands before, she only needed to use a little trick to keep them under her control.

Fisk looked at her confident expression.

A smile appeared on his face, but the next second a slap was slapped on Ophelia's face. The huge force made her fair and smooth skin swell at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Ophelia flew sideways. Because she was not wearing a seat belt, her head had no burden and hit the glass uncontrollably. The high-strength bulletproof glass shattered from the inside, but it did not explode completely. Instead, it was covered with countless spider-web-like cracks.

"Oh!"

Blood flowed down his forehead, the blood was purple, and a sweet fragrance immediately appeared in the car.

The driver sitting in the front passenger seat and the guard sitting in the front passenger seat ran out of the SUV in fear, as if they had seen something horrible.

Their speed is already fast enough.

But they were still a step too slow, especially the driver in the passenger seat, who fell to the ground holding his throat. His body kept twitching and white foam overflowed from his lips, but he stopped breathing in the blink of an eye.

Fisk also smelled a sweet scent, but he held his breath at the first moment, so he was not poisoned.

The soldiers with guns around took out the gas masks from their waists and put them on their faces...it felt as if Ophelia was a carrier of some horrible biological virus.

However, after putting on gas masks, they rushed towards Fisk immediately, but they put away their guns and instead took out electric batons, batons and daggers.

It seems that he had received orders not to shoot and to capture Fisk alive.

But I don’t know whether the order was given by this woman or someone else?

If they opened fire, Fisk might still feel a little headache, but now that everyone is fighting in close combat, Fisk has nothing to be embarrassed about.

His palm caught the swinging baton.

Fisk suddenly frowned and loosened his hand abruptly. The baton was actually electrified. Although it was not as eye-catching as the bright electric baton, if it was whipped on the body, he could still feel the tingling pain, which continued to spread on his palm.

However, at the moment he let go of the baton, his fist hit the guy's gas mask, and the gas mask made of plastic and nylon shattered in an instant.

The broken plastic penetrated deep into the skin and pierced the aorta. Blood spurted out from the wound in an instant.

The person also flew out directly. The feeling of flying in the air was like a handful of straw that was blown away, spinning and falling on the concrete ground not far away.

The automatic rifle behind him created dazzling sparks on the concrete floor.

Fisk's action was like a detonator with a lit fuse.

Almost instantly, more batons, electric prods and sharp daggers arrived.

Seeing arms reaching out from all directions and about to be beaten up, Fisk suddenly raised his leg.

The strong thighs are like a speeding train.

It also looks like a sharp sickle.

With an unstoppable momentum, it cut through the air and smashed forward.

It hit the "black" straws one after another in front of it.

These soldiers who rushed up with weapons had never imagined that with Fisk's strong physique, he could actually perform such twisted and difficult moves.

In their opinion, there might be a lot of fat under Fisk's loose clothes!

But what they didn't know was that under Fisk's baggy clothes, he had muscles as strong as steel. His kicking thigh suddenly stopped on the ground. The friction between his not-so-expensive leather shoes and the concrete floor left deep burnt marks, and the faint stench of leather diluted some of the sweet smell.

Fisk regained his balance.

At the same time, he quickly twisted his wrist and grabbed an electric baton that had been handed to him. The crackling sound of electric current continued to flash from the top of the electric baton.

Fisk didn't hold back, pressing his thumb down hard.

The middle finger and the little finger were pushing upwards, and there was a crunching sound.

With just one hand, he actually broke the hardest wrist bone in his arm.

The soldier let out a miserable howl.

It's like a slaughtered New Year pig.

Fisk threw him away, but snatched the electric baton, turned around and hit hard on a sharp dagger that was stabbing at his thigh.

"Boom!"

The sound of steel colliding was heard.

The blade sank deep into the electric baton.

This electric baton has strong conductivity, but its toughness is average, and it contains a large amount of rubber structure.

The purpose of doing this is to prevent leakage.

The electric baton has a very strong electric current braking effect.

But unfortunately, it cannot be used as a melee weapon.

However, although the electric baton cannot defeat the dagger, the fist can defeat the head.

Fisk's fist hit the soldier's head, just like a bald monk hitting a wooden fish, the sound was crisp and loud.

The soldiers of the Yashida family originally wanted to resist, but after this punch, the helmets made of high-density alloy were slightly dented, not to mention the heads wrapped in them.

The head hit the ground like a ball, leaving a small hole in the hard concrete surface.

Moreover, it bounced back once or twice with great fun.

In addition, the bones in the neck seemed to be affected, twisting at a weird angle.

But at least the person was not dead and was still twitching.

Fisk kicked him hard, sending him flying.

He threw the electric baton in his hand, knocking down a soldier who was flying over and trying to lock his neck.

However, this unnecessary movement still caused another soldier to jump behind him.

Her two legs clamped around his waist, and her two hands were like pliers, tightly locking his neck and restraining the muscle movement of her upper body.

This hindered his movements and gave other soldiers an opportunity to advance.

A cold light flashed in Fisk's eyes.

He jumped up suddenly, his huge body suddenly leaped from the ground, and then heavily crashed into the SUV behind him.

The bulletproof SUV weighing several tons immediately began to shake violently, and a striking figure appeared on the passenger door.

The arm that was tightly wrapped around his neck suddenly loosened.

But his fingers were still clenched tightly.

Fisk jumped again, and the soldiers behind him completely stopped moving and slid down.

But the other soldiers hugged his legs and arms. At this moment, Fisk was like a mummy lying in the Egyptian pyramids, except that he was tied up not with white bandages, but with soldiers in black combat uniforms.

However, this still does not help at all.

His heart was beating violently and his muscles were shaking continuously. An electric baton was poking at his lower abdomen. Under the stimulation of the electric current, Fisk could feel his body beginning to spasm and tremble rapidly.

But this also caused an inexplicable surge of power to appear deep within his body.

He yelled, fell to the ground and started rolling around.

The soldiers entangled his body.

But they probably don't know what a rolling pin is.

The strong body kept rolling on the bodies of these soldiers, and the sound of creaking bones and miserable howling were heard continuously.

More electric batons were poked at Fisk's body, the electric current stimulated his heart and brain, and the sweat on his forehead fell down like a rainstorm, but this made him more courageous.

The rolling speed became faster, leaving those electric batons waving in the air with no chance to strike.

Finally, Fisk freed one arm. He suddenly grabbed the head of the soldier who was holding his left arm and pulled hard. With a "pop" sound, he actually pulled the entire head off.

The soldier would rather die than let go.

Or maybe there is no time to react at all.

Blood spurted out from the neck like a fountain.

A pale section of spine was stuck to the base of the head.

But the corpse still held his arm, but with less and less strength.

Fisk quickly broke free.

He waved the human head in his hand to block more attacks from electric batons.

The two palms are like two big guns.

Once he catches it, he will tear it apart with all his strength. If it is torn apart, the flesh and bones will be separated. If it cannot be torn apart, he will just grab it in his hand and throw it away.

Soon, there were many soldiers who were screaming and many broken limbs that could not scream on the ground.

There were quite a few who were unfortunately killed, but compared to the number of these black-clad soldiers, the number was not that large.

He lifted another guy who jumped onto his back into the air.

At this moment, Fisk's entire body was covered in blood, brain matter, and unknown liquid.

He lifted the struggling soldier above his head, which made him look like a demon from hell, even more terrifying.

He raised his knee and smashed it down hard. With a creaking sound, the soldier in his hand stopped breathing, like a broken bamboo, half broken, with his upper body dangling in the air, but his lower body was held in Fisk's palm and did not move at all.

As the corpse continued to shake, blood gushed out of its mouth.

Like a swinging pen, under the influence of pressure and gravity, it continuously spurted out scarlet blood.

The soldiers around no longer dared to go up, as their numbers were limited.

Fisk didn't count carefully.

But their number should be more than forty or fifty.

But at this moment, there were only eleven or twelve people still standing, and many of them were injured.

But these soldiers still did not give up. From their cold and strange eyes, it can be seen that they were looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Fisk sneered and threw the body in his hand to the ground.