Marvel’s Death Merchant

In the main world of Marvel, there is a place that is the most unique. It contains fear and resentment. Even so, the plague will not give up invading this place. ? It was a mental hospital in Atlanta far away from the city, where many mental patients were imprisoned.

"Crack, click, squeak." The sound of an iron door opening in this desolate place was very harsh. For a long time, the sky in the main world seemed gray, as if all life had been lost and everywhere was filled with deathly silence.

"Okay! Come in, hurry up." A nurse pushed a man in hospital clothes into a ward. The recent plague means that the spread of the virus has been very serious, and it is basically impossible to organize it. of.

The man looked around. There were only two beds in the whole room, a white table against the wall, two wooden chairs, and a cubicle toilet. There was also a man squatting in the corner with his head down. Head, say nothing.

"Damn it, I was actually taken to a mental hospital, damn Umbrella Company." The man was very thin, turned his head, and sat on one of the beds.

"Ha! That's my bed!" A weird laugh sounded, as if he was joking.

"Oh? Really? Then I'll change a bed!" The man walked to another bed and lay down disdainfully. He was also an unusual person, but he was also caught. ???

"Hahahaha!" The weirdo in the corner laughed twice more, as if he didn't care at all about his attitude.

"You're crazy! Be quiet!" the new guy said angrily.

"Okay! My name is Jack, what's yours?" The weirdo still lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you, I asked Stoke to remember this name, he will make you unhappy." Stoke said very unhappy.

"Stoke? Well, a good name. Ha, Iron Man is called Tony Stark, right?" Jack whispered.

"I'm not Iron Man, I'm a member of the Hydra organization. After meeting someone from Umbrella, I pretended to be mentally ill and was sent here." Stock crossed his legs and said leisurely.

"By the way, what's the use of me telling you this? You're a psycho! But I'm not!" Stoker seemed to deliberately draw boundaries.

"Hahaha!" Jack raised his head, "I have a plan, we can escape together!" He was wearing a white sweatshirt and the light blue shorts on his legs looked very funny.

"Oh? Really? But you are a mental patient, will I believe what you say?" Stoker became even more disdainful, as if he didn't believe it.

"No, haha. I'm not! I'm just like you! Haha!" Jack stood up, he was not very tall, and he approached Stocker.

When Jack walked in, Stoker could see his face clearly. He was a typical Mediterranean man, with the rest of his hair like withered yellow weeds. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, which contrasted with his slightly hunched bedding, which made him Looks very old.

When Stoker heard this, he was shocked. Maybe this world was so lucky that it was destroyed by his highest-ranking officer.

"Hey! Whether you believe me or not, at least listen to me! Ha!" Jack seemed to like to laugh, but he was obviously mentally disturbed.

Stoker lowered his head and thought for a while, then said: "Looking at you, you seem to be very confident. Let's talk about it."

"Yeah! Haha." Jack leaned forward and whispered a few words to Stoker. Anyway, he has been caught by Umbrella Company now, so he can only go on like this. If he knows that he is a member of the Hydra organization, it is impossible not to be killed.

Then, in the evening.

"Yeah!" In the ward, Jack suddenly rushed towards Stocker and punched him in the face.

"Holy shit! What are you doing? You damn lunatic!" Stoke immediately kicked back, and then they started fighting.

Before Stoke could finish speaking, Jack punched Stoke to the ground, and the two men immediately struggled with each other.

A nurse is checking various wards. In mental hospitals, almost all wards are locked with relatively heavy iron doors, which must be opened with special keys. These keys are usually either in the security room or in some specially patrolled patient care rooms. in hand. Medical nurses are generally equipped with simple weapons, such as sticks, and some medical nurses even carry anesthetics, anesthetic needles, tranquilizers, and guns with them! Of course they are basically all men.

When he inspected the ward at the end, there was a collision sound...

"What's going on?" He leaned over a small rectangular piece of tempered glass on the upper part of the iron door and looked inside.

"Fake, damn it!" Stock threw Jack over his shoulder and threw him to the ground, hard.

"Fake, damn, what are they doing?" A doctor holding a stick opened the door.

"Hey! What are you doing? Stop!" the nurse shouted to the two.

The two men fought each other, ignoring the nurse's screams and treating him as nothing.

"I said you two, stop." He picked up the stick and swung it at Stoker.

At this moment, Jack dodged past Stoker, suddenly held the doctor's head, and banged him against the wall. At the same time, he covered the doctor's eyes and hugged him.

"You damn lunatic, let me go." The doctor knocked Jack away with an elbow.

"Fake, damn it!" The doctor turned around and kicked Jack down, then leaned down and gave Jack a stick, and then used his hands and feet to fight with Jack.

"Ha...haha!" Jack laughed strangely twice. Because this is just a trap, a plan to get them out.

Stoker picked up the wooden stick that had been prepared and walked quietly towards the patient. This is what they unloaded from the chair.

"Go to bed!" Stork suddenly exerted his strength, "Shut up." With a muffled sound, the doctor fell to the ground.

Jack stood up, wiped the blood from his mouth and said to Stoker: "Hey, take the key, let's go!"

"Found it! Let's go!" Stoker took the key from the patient.

"Click!" The key twisted and the outer iron door was opened. At this moment, the two of them had escaped from the ward area.

In the security room, three people were playing cards leisurely.

"Jamie! You lost again!" said a thin man.

A man sitting opposite him pointed to the monitor next to him and said, "Wait! Look there!"

"Don't divert my attention! If you lose, you lose!"

"No! See for yourself!"

On the screen, two men in hospital clothes sneakily ran out of the ward area.

"Damn it, someone escaped!" shouted.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go! There's no telling what these lunatics will do!"

Jamie picked up the black electric baton hanging on the wall, glanced at the monitor with several others, and rushed out. (To be continued.)