Marvel’s Death Merchant

Francis said solemnly. "Isn't this just what you want?" Lewis said from the side. "Don't you complain every day that the old man has too much control over you? Won't you be free once he leaves?" "Huh, but if something happens, the old man will be less effective than this one." Francis said disdainfully said. The branches of the trees in the human resistance camp were rustling in the wind, and in response to the lights in the camp being projected on the cold concrete floor, the branches were swaying like ghosts...·

"Grass!" A man's figure appeared at the end of the street. "Why should I be involved in this matter?" "If it's not you, then who is Francis?" came a woman's voice. "What you said was really hurtful." Yes, yes. "Francis said helplessly. The two people walked gently on the deserted street. This environment made him feel both familiar and scared. "By the way..." Francis spoke. "By the way, why are there no soldiers patrolling today? ? "

Zoe looked at the silence around her and seemed to feel something. "I don't know... maybe they are taking over the shift. It's not surprising that no one is there." "Really?" Francis shrugged. "Tim?" Zoe was calling Tim's name, but she didn't know why her voice was so... weak? The sound was swirling in her throat, maybe out of instinct?

"Shout louder, I can't even hear your voice." Francis mocked. “Didn’t you sound quite loud when you scolded me and Lewis?”

"I want... you to take care of it?" Zoe felt as if she was suddenly despised by Francis, which made her very angry. She held her breath and screamed loudly: "Tim!" "Yo. This is pretty good." Frances covered her ears and gave a thumbs up to Zoe, who was blushing. "Who?" Zoe suddenly turned around, took out the pistol she carried, and pointed it at the dark alley between the two houses. "Huh...?" Francis frowned, "Crack." A clear sound of a gun being loaded came. Francis raised his gun and pointed into the alley. "I'll count to three. If you still don't come out, I swear I will turn you into a hornet's nest!"

"One!" cried Francis. "Two!" Francis put his finger on the trigger and applied pressure little by little. "Three!" Francis shouted. Suddenly, just when Francis was about to shoot, a black figure slowly walked out of the alley. "It's so boring to be discovered by you every time." The man seemed very unhappy. Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was a familiar figure holding a Woods submachine gun. "Louis, didn't you say you wouldn't come?" Francis asked. "Tch, who knew you two didn't take this opportunity to go on a date?" Louis said gorilla-like. "By the way, Francis, why did you find someone with such a scary guy?" Louis pointed to the **** in Francis' hand. "Tch. What's so weird about this? I wear it with me even when I sleep!" Francis held up his hand.

"You..." When Francis was about to repair Louis, Zoe stopped them. "Stop arguing...listen carefully..." Zoe put her hand on her mouth and made a "shh" gesture. "Listen to what?" Francis asked. "It seems...it seems like a child is crying." Lewis said.

"It's Tim!" Zoe said with a smile. "Finally found him." After speaking, Zoe smiled and ran towards the source of the sound. From a deep and dark alley, a faint voice came out. "Woooooooooo..." This sound is like the sobbing of a child. Zoe stood at the entrance of the alley, looking into the deep alley. An instinctive feeling told her not to go any further.

"Tim?" Zoe called. "Tim? I'm here to save you." Zoe turned on the tactical flashlight on her pistol. With this small light, Zoe walked forward little by little. "Are you sure you want to go in?" Francis grabbed Zoe's hand and said. "Well, it will be safe here as the survivor camp." Zoe said with a smile. But her smile seemed so unnatural.

"It's safe here...·" Zoe kept repeating this sentence, as if she wanted to give herself the courage to go deeper. "Woooooooo..." The sobs got closer and closer. It seemed to be close at hand but Zoe never found it. Suddenly Zoe's flashlight illuminated something, and a child's figure slowly appeared in Zoe's sight. "Tim?" Zoe said with a smile. "Finally found you." Zoe walked over slowly, and suddenly, she realized something was wrong. "You are?..." Zoe slowly raised the flashlight.

Suddenly the child raised his head sharply, and a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in front of Zoe. "This... this is... a special infected person? Umbrella Company has listed it before." Zoe's nerves immediately reflexively ran behind her while shouting: "There are infected people! There are infected people! Be careful of zombies around you."

The infected person stood up and chased Zoe at a speed much faster than ordinary people. Zoe looked back and saw that there were sharp nails on the fingers of the infected person, and the hands were far away from her back. It's already close at hand. Just when those terrifying hands were about to touch Zoe, a loud noise came over. "Boom..." The gun in Francis' hand opened fire, and dozens of bullets rushed towards the chasing infected person with flames.

"Bang!" The huge impact caused the infected person to fly backwards. And lay motionless on the ground. Zoe ran to Frances' side, she was frightened. The body kept shaking. "How come there are infected people here? And it's still so dangerous." Zoe asked in confusion.

"How should I know?" said Francis. "That thing is not dead yet, go and deal with him."

"Well..." Zoe slowly walked to the side of the infected person. His body had been badly damaged by the shot just now, but he was not dead yet. He was just struggling on the ground. Zoe raised He fired a pistol and aimed it at his head...

"Same..." Zoe sighed. She put the pistol away. "Let's go... let's go to the human resistance camp." The three of them walked slowly on the deserted street. Unconsciously, the three of them slowly started to speed up...accelerate...and finally turned into running. It can be seen that the mood of the three people has begun to slowly change.

The three of them looked at each other in a tacit understanding, nodded slightly, and then quickly hid in the corridor of a house. "Hoo...ho...ho..." Waves of deep roars slowly came from the other side of the street. (To be continued.)