Marvel’s Death Merchant

In front of the base of the human resistance army, amidst the roar of artillery shells, a large number of hunters and zombies began to charge towards the camp. Tens of thousands of dangerous mutant creatures poured in like a tide, targeting only this small human resistance. Military camp.

"Soldiers, fire!" Corporal Mike shouted to the soldiers around him. And he began to raise the gun in his hand and pull the trigger. Bullets spurted out with flames and shot into the dense crowd. "Soldiers! Let these monsters taste the taste of bullets! Give them relief." Now the soldiers on all fronts started shooting, shooting out all the bullets in the gun barrels.

"Go to hell! For the rest of the people!" Those who were almost without exception said this while firing. Tanks and armored vehicles also began to fire outside the camp, and the anti-aircraft machine guns on the turrets were also firing continuously. The speed of tanks and hunters has also been hindered, and they are not as fast as before.

With the heavy firepower and firepower network of various firearms in the camp, the zombie army could only stop four hundred meters away from the camp and was never allowed to move forward. If it were an ordinary army, they would have retreated long ago, but under the influence of the soldiers In front of him were zombies without any feeling or fear. In fact, they are no longer human beings, and the word monster is probably the most appropriate way to describe them. Especially mutated hunters or tanks, different viral creatures began to gather together.

The mutilated corpses of the fallen zombies continued to accumulate on the ground, slowly turning into a small hill. But the remaining infected people still stepped on the corpses and rushed toward the camp. In the camp, a small explosion occurred in a small bucket where the soldiers drank water. The sound of the explosion was so small that even the soldiers who were drinking water nearby did not feel it. It was a colorless but viscous liquid. It was slowly released and dissolved in the water...

"What's wrong with you? You look so ugly?" A soldier said, looking at his companion standing next to him. "No... I just feel... disgusting..." After the man finished speaking, he held on to the wall next to him and began to retching. "I said, do you want to go to the field hospital?" "No... no need... if I leave, who will command our artillery team? I can't leave my unit." The man was still very determined. Suddenly he vomited violently, but his vomit turned out to be blood! His companion next to him saw that he was vomiting blood and helped him to the field hospital without any explanation.

"Medical officer! Medical officer!" The man started shouting loudly while still outside the tent. "What's wrong?" A man in a white coat rushed out. "Save my brother, he's vomiting blood!" "Hurry up... carry him in!" The man's eyes began to turn white, and foam began to spit out from the corners of his mouth. His body was still twitching, looking very strange. scary. "Did he eat something?" the military medical officer asked. "No, we all eat the same food. If the food is poisonous, then everyone in our army should have reacted! Could it be..." The man seemed to suddenly think of something.

"What is it? What is it?" the military medical officer said loudly, "It's water! Just now he said he wanted to drink water, and then he went there... This problem arose after a while..." Just after he finished speaking, he lay in the camp hospital. The man on the bed glanced at him and stopped breathing.

"Philip! Philip!" The man kept shaking his body to wake him up, but in vain. "You said you wouldn't leave them to die! Didn't you? Wake up!" the man said while crying. The military medical officer on the side was always thinking about something. "Water?" the military medical officer said to himself. "Yes!" After saying this, the military medical officer seemed to have thought of something and picked up a walkie-talkie on the table. "Hey... this is a field hospital, there is an emergency to report..." When the military medical officer was reporting the situation to his superiors, the man who had already died in bed miraculously sat up, and his friend next to him Surprised and delighted. He punched him on the shoulder and said. "I knew you were a tough guy!" After saying that, he hugged him.

As for the man who sat up, his pupils were dilated, his skin had turned white, and he was still making low roars. This... this was a zombie. The man fiercely bit the person hugging him on the neck. In an instant, a big hole was bitten in his neck, and blood spurted out from his wound.

"What's wrong?" The military medical officer looked back and saw the bloody scene. "Pa..." The walkie-talkie in the military medical officer's hand slipped to the ground. There was a clear impact sound. "Roar!" The man who was already infected looked sharply at the military medical officer standing in front of him. His eyes were full of killing.

Dr. Jack was lying on the bed, looking around the tent in a daze, "I'm almost fine, why don't you let me go back to the institute?" Dr. Jack was obviously dissatisfied with the colonel's order to let him rest.

Suddenly someone screamed outside the tent, "What's wrong?" Dr. Jack picked up a pistol hidden under the pillow.

He stuck his head out and found that the surrounding environment was very quiet. No one was shouting and there was no other movement. "Is someone playing a prank?" Dr. Jack shrugged and was about to return to his tent. Suddenly he discovered , there is a bloodstain not far away.

"Huh?" Dr. Jack loaded the pistol and walked over gently. Dr. Jack sighed to himself, and then he slowly backed away, preparing to report the situation to his superiors. But when Jack looked back, he was really shocked. Two zombies in military uniforms stood in front of him and kept growling at him.

"Fake!" Dr. Jack seemed to feel that the bad situation he was in was not good for him. He raised his pistol, and the two zombies seemed to rush over at the same time.

Jack shot decisively and hit one of the zombies. But another zombie knocked the pistol out of Dr. Jack's hand and pinned him to the ground.

"It's over? Am I going to die here today?" Jack seemed to be face to face with death. Jack closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

"Bang..." There was a gunshot, and Jack felt that the pressure on his body was gone. He opened his eyes, and there was a big hole in the zombie's head.

"I said Jack, you won't give up so easily, will you?"

"Huh?" Jack stood up and looked at the four people standing in front of him. He said, "Tsk, if my injury hadn't been completely healed, how could I have lost?!" In fact, he was still very happy in his heart. , if it weren’t for them, they might have died long ago. (To be continued.)