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

That is to see if there is a signal.

took out the mobile phone.

There is a signal, but it is extremely weak.

almost negligible.

Eliminate the effect of the jammer.

Fisk set his eyes on the glowing elevator door. He took a few steps outside, further away from the elevator door.

Sure enough, the signal disappeared completely.

His conjecture was successfully verified.

This world should no longer be the Marvel world.

And the reason why there was still a signal just now.

This may be because elevators have become channels and carriers for signal transmission.

This is interesting.

Fisk had expected a reward.

It should be some kind of equipment or some kind of potion that can transform the body.

Unexpectedly, the reward this time was beyond his imagination.

Directly gave him the key to another world!

But I don’t know if there are other outsiders in this world.

If only Fisk could come here.

The value of this reward is immeasurable.

He can definitely build a factory in this world.

No one would care whether he was building an arms factory or other highly polluting factories... Even if there were indigenous civilizations in this world, Fisk didn't take it too seriously.

No matter how powerful the natives are, can they be as outrageous as the superhumans in the Marvel world?

And if this place can be entered from any elevator, it means that Fisk carries a warehouse of infinite size with him.

Elevators can be found everywhere.

He just needs to put things into this world.

Then you can use it whenever you want.

In addition, there are...

Fisk had thought of seven or eight different ways of using it in just a short while.

This is a world.

Especially a doomsday world that looks like it has been completely abandoned and has no people.

I walked towards the elevator door in the dark.

The soles of your feet and the dust on the ground come into contact with each other.

There were sparse sounds.

It's footsteps.

Fisk paused.

He was sure of it…except for the sound of his own footsteps.

There were other footsteps.

It came from behind.

And the distance is getting closer.

He looked back.

Nothing can be seen in the dark underground space.

But he can feel it.

In the black shadow, something is approaching, and there are quite a lot of them?

He pulled out a lighter from his pocket.

Lighted the cigar.

The faint firelight was particularly eye-catching in this dim underground space.

Fisk pulled the newspaper he had just taken out of the pocket behind his butt, lit it, and threw it far away.

Zombies that looked like skeletons were slowly approaching this side.

They opened their mouths wide, stared with rotten and turbid eyes, made strange groans, and gradually approached this side with the sound of heavy footsteps.

The clothes on their bodies had become tattered pieces, their muscles had shrunk, their bones were protruding, and they exuded a sense of death. The flames burning on the newspapers were getting dimmer and dimmer, and darkness gradually enveloped them, and the suffocating atmosphere of fear slowly surrounded Fisk.

Took a puff of his cigar.

Feeling the thick smoke passing through my throat.

Fisk turned and walked away.

These zombies look extremely fragile.

Fisk should be able to tear them all apart with his bare hands.

But...what is scary is not the bodies of these zombies, but the virus in them.

Fisk couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be infected.

So it’s better to get away as soon as possible.

The zombies walked very slowly.

Even though Fisk didn't run fast, his pace was still far faster than the zombies' movements.

Soon I was able to distance myself from them, and the sound of footsteps by my ears began to become fainter and fainter!

We were almost at the elevator.

Suddenly there was a roar from the ceiling.

A pungent fishy smell hit my nose, as if the whole world was wrapped in thick darkness.

In the light emitted by the elevator.

Fisk vaguely saw the thing that attacked him.

Or...it can't even be called a thing at all.

Instead, it was a bulky and bloated monster covered in blood. It had a vaguely human shape, but no human skin. Its brain was covered with only a layer of almost transparent flesh membrane. It had no eyes, an ugly appearance, and exuded a deadly stench all over its body.

It's extremely fast.

At the same time, it can ignore the gravity of its own huge body.

Running fast on the ceiling.

It was clear that just a few seconds ago, there was still a distance of dozens of meters between it and Fisk.

But it was just a blink of an eye.

With a roar, it pounced on Fisk's head like a hungry tiger pouncing on a wolf.

A big mouth full of mucus, stinking like a cesspool.

Thin streaks of blood flickered back and forth in the light yellow saliva, shaking continuously.

It bit Fisk's head viciously, and its rotten tongue covered with pustules was covered with disgusting little pustules.

Fisk had no doubts.

Your head will be easily bitten off by the other party.

That feeling shouldn't be any more difficult than biting into a crunchy bar yourself.

But he was not prepared to surrender and feed his head to this ugly guy.

The second before the disgusting teeth touch you.

Fisk reached out and grabbed the monster by the neck.

Then he grabbed the hideous protruding bone on the monster's chest, stepped on the ground with his forefoot, and turned his body vigorously, like throwing a discus, and threw the heavy monster in his hand directly away.

The movement was as easy as throwing out a small meteor.

The monster flew into the darkness not far away.

Then there was the roar of concrete breaking.

This not only attracted the attention of those staggering and slow-moving zombies.

It's more like ringing the dinner bell.

All the zombies seemed to have evolved collectively. They went from staggering forward to running at high strides, as if they were taking hormones. Even their eyes began to light up with red, bloodthirsty light. They crowded and pushed each other, rushing towards Fisk irrationally like an unstoppable wave.

In a split second.

Originally, only the sound of faint footsteps could be heard.

But there was no zombie in sight.

He had already rushed into the light at the elevator entrance.

One by one, they pounced towards Fisk with their fangs and claws bared.

Fisk sneered as he looked at the zombies rushing towards him.

The elevator door opened at the right moment.

A dazzling light came out from the elevator.

Fisk finally saw the scale of the zombie horde.

It was almost impossible to see the end at a glance.