Marvel’s Death Merchant

The black officer didn't say anything when he saw Victor doing this. He looked at the mutant team with the same eyes as before. In this way, the survivors are more useless than the zombies. The black officer said to Zoe: "Let's leave after loading the food. Don’t worry about him. △↗,”

Fred picked up the full backpack, walked up to Victor, and said happily: "Captain, you have done a good job. It is best not to bring such a person with you. Killing him is also for our safety."

Agent Zero's expression did not change, and he continued: "Actually, even if this man is sane, I don't agree to take him with him. Not only will it slow down our actions, but we will also be unable to take care of him. This will be detrimental to him and us." Neither is good.”

The mutant team was listening to what Agent Zero said. They knew what Agent Zero said was correct. The others waved their hands, left their open guns and prepared to fight.

The survivors got food, at least they wouldn't have to worry about it for a short time. They walked cautiously on the streets. The man in the small supermarket revealed the news that there were mutated zombies here, and they knew the dangers of mutated zombies. The survivors dare not let down their guard.

At this time, they no longer knew where they were going. The iron curtain on the outside seemed to have shrunk in half from a distance. When Victor killed a zombie with half of its body on the road, Fred forcefully Victor couldn't help but asked: "What should you do if you encounter such survivors again? Should you continue to kill them?"

If something like this happened again, some survivors would not be so lucky. Fred, who knew Victor's thoughts, thought of this, but there was nothing he could do. The features on his face were too obvious. .

After this small episode, they were back on the road, and Victor's mutant mercenaries became the line of defense. This made him a little depressed, but there was nothing he could do about it. Passing by the intersection, they suddenly saw a intact car. The car stopped at the intersection, but the car body was stained with a lot of blood. Someone must have been bitten to death by the zombies before he could drive away.

Seeing that having a means of transportation is naturally much better than walking, Fred ran over quickly. For him with electric powers, he knew all the parts of these things very well. I wonder how many times he fiddled with the car door. Get off and quickly open the locked car door.

They checked for a while, and Fred sat in with satisfaction, and with a force of his hands, he pulled out the excess wires inside. Because of the full outbreak of the biochemical crisis, they still need to understand some things, and this is also a very important thing.

The black officer's current mood is not bad. For a person who likes to walk long distances, it is really good that he and some people are sitting in the car. There are only a few people left, and the armored vehicles on the road are still killed. Part of him said calmly: "I have been walking for the past few days, and my feet are getting tired and blistered. Now it's better. I can at least rest on the road for a while. And the monsters outside are really scary."

At this time, a siren suddenly sounded outside. At this wide intersection, the sound was so harsh. The expressions of Victor and the black officer suddenly changed: "No, it's dangerous. The big guy is here. Everyone, look for it." A place of defense may be safe.”

"It's too late. The nearby zombies may be attracted soon. Even sitting in the car is useless." Victor explained to the black officer next to him as he ran. Such a loud siren was enough to attract a large group of people. Zombies surround this place.

The remaining survivors hurriedly ran into a nearby low-rise house. As soon as Fred, who was running ahead, opened the front door, two zombies that were attracted from the house suddenly rushed towards them. The sharp nails, almost as long as fingers, clawed straight at the chest. This was a zombie that had just begun to mutate.

Fred couldn't hold himself back, so he ran in almost with all his strength, and almost fell forward. He held the shotgun to his chest and pushed it forward hard, his fingernails catching a few sparks from the gun.

The two zombies were pushed back and took a few steps back. At such a close range, he stood firm, raised his shotgun, and shot the two zombies in the head. Black blood and brains jumped out, splashing on the body and surroundings, and the gunshot The sound was concealed by such a harsh siren. The soldiers and Victor who came later were stunned. They knew there were zombies inside.

"Come in quickly." Fred pulled them in with one hand, and John ran in using teleportation. Then they quickly closed the door. This was an ordinary residential house. The two completely dead zombies at their feet were a man and a woman. They seemed to be the owners of this house. There was not much space inside and there were few furnitures. It was pitiful and extremely crude. It seemed that the base had been built in a hurry.

Victor stretched out his hand to slightly roll up the curtains. He looked through the window and saw that the car outside had stopped its alarm. The strange thing was that after a while, he didn't see a large group of zombies attracting him as he imagined. There were only a few or two nearby, about More than a dozen zombies were wandering around the car. Then a large amount of black blood vomited out of his mouth, and John used a teleportation to completely kill the zombies.

"It's really strange. There should be a lot of zombies." Victor lowered the curtains and said slowly: "There should be many people taking refuge in this base. There should be something strange..."

"You also noticed that I also think the most dangerous zombie has appeared." The black officer also came over to take a look and said lightly.

"Do you think it's because there are too few zombies here, or the zombies here were attracted away." Victor said analytically.

"I think it's because there are mutated zombies nearby." The black officer did not forget that when he was in the town, there were also very few zombies, and most of them were concentrated in other places. He said, "I remember that one that was too fat to look good. Zombies, and the situation is very similar, the zombies here must be concentrated together."

If it were the same fat zombie, the green mucus flowing out of its body and the alluring fragrance it exuded were indeed what they said.

After a while, the group of zombies gradually dispersed and wandered in four directions to unknown places. However, there were still one or two zombies lingering in the same place. Fred stood at the door and carefully opened a gap. After a while, Finally, he said: "You can go out now."

But as soon as he said it, Fred's face froze. Because, he saw a familiar figure, a figure that he would never forget in his dreams.

The ground began to shake slightly, and then became louder and louder. The faces of the survivors, including the mutant team, turned pale instantly. Almost instantly, they rolled up the curtains again and looked around. The blurry figures in the distance gradually became clearer. It got louder and louder, and you could hear this terrible sound through the window. (To be continued.)