Marvel’s Death Merchant

"Colonel, the artillery position has been cleared of infected people." Corporal Mike said into the walkie-talkie. "Very well, are there any survivors?" Colonel Staples asked. "No." Corporal Mike said seriously. "...Can those cannons still be used?" Staples continued to ask Mike. "There was an explosion just now, and there are not many cannons available." Corporal Mike replied seriously.

"Okay... I understand. Come back with your soldiers. We need support here, and the zombies are about to rush in..." Staples thought for a while before continuing to order. The zombies fearlessly rushed toward the human camp, roaring like wild beasts. As the number of zombies continues to increase, the monsters are getting closer to the human camp. "Out of bullets!" a soldier suddenly shouted. "I don't have any anymore!" "Sir! We need more ammunition!"

A man who looked like a noncommissioned officer frowned and said to the soldiers: "You hold on, I'll get the ammunition!" "Yes! Sir!" "When will our ammunition supply arrive? The soldiers are almost out of ammunition. Got it!" "...Really?" The colonel put down the cigar in his hand. "Jack... we don't have much ammunition anymore..." "This is the SHIELD flying team. We are talking on the military channel now. We will continue to clean up the zombies outside." There are three Apache gunships in the sky, inside Such a voice came over. A soldier with headphones on his head fell asleep next to the radio... He hadn't closed his eyes for two days, and there was no one to replace him. He had reached his limit by himself, right?

"...Huh?" The soldier rubbed his hazy eyes. He stood up suddenly and ran out of the Communications Department's military tent quickly, "Colonel!" Dr. Jack said loudly. "How could there be no ammunition! If we don't give us ammunition, our entire defense line will collapse!" "...Jack...you also know that we didn't bring much ammunition when we retreated from where we came from. After so long, , the ammunition is almost exhausted..."

Thanks to SHIELD's help, if it weren't for the possibility that this place would be completely occupied by zombies today, this is also very possible. Although it is only temporary, it is enough for them.

It was already late at night, but the human camp was no longer as quiet as before. No one can sleep. Everyone was fighting the crazy group of zombies outside the camp. A military truck drove up in the small square, and a man got out of the car, Dr. Jack. "Soldiers..." Jack shouted loudly. "Please note! The captains of each team are here to collect ammunition."

"How can such a small amount of ammunition be enough?" A soldier complained. "Save it and get it later." Another soldier said. Due to the reduction in ammunition, the firepower of the defensive line was greatly weakened. "Sir! If this continues, those monsters will rush in!" "Sir? Chief Jack?" A soldier looked around, but he never found Corporal Jack. "Where's Chief Jack?"

In a speeding military jeep, Jack was driving alone. He drove towards the tallest building in the human camp. "Jack... I want to issue one final order..." the colonel said calmly with his back to Jack.

"What's the order, Colonel?" The colonel turned around and pointed at the map of the human camp placed on the table. His hand firmly pressed on a location. "Put all the ammunition in the camp here. When we set the time, it will be 8:30 in the morning." The colonel looked at Jack with a look that said the order must be carried out.

"This is... the central building?" Jack suddenly seemed to understand something. He argued: "Why Colonel? Why? This much ammunition is enough to level the camp." "You should also know that it will be a matter of time before the human camp is breached. . We are willing to control our own destiny while we are still capable. I don’t think you are willing to be infected by the virus and turn into monsters that attack your companions?” “…” Jack was silent for a long time. "I understand." After Jack finished speaking, he saluted the colonel and walked out.

He didn't know what it felt like, but he knew that he was a soldier, and it was the soldier's duty to obey orders. He just did his job. "What should I do?" Jack seemed to feel that he was very confused. "Yeah!!!" A sharp voice came from a distance. "Yeah!!!" This voice is getting closer and louder. "What is this?" Jack was surprised. "What is this?" He picked up his M4A1 automatic rifle and pointed it at the place where the sound was coming from. "Swiss, rustle, rustle..." The branch seemed to be fettered by something, and its leaves kept making this sound. Jack squatted half-crouched, pointing the muzzle of his gun at the branch.

"Who?!" Jack said loudly. "Who?! Who's there?" Jack said and loaded the bullet. "If you don't say anything, I'll shoot!"... "How's it going? Are you okay?" Louis said to Tim. Tim, who had just recovered, seemed to have difficulty walking, but he still used his will to support himself and said, "This little thing is nothing! Of course I can do it!" "...Really?" Zoe said softly. "Okay, where are we going now?" Francis interrupted their conversation.

"...I think I should go to the front line now, that's where I belong. I want to be with the soldiers!" Tim said firmly.

"Okay... let's send you there first. Then we'll take action." Francis said. "Haha... of course we'll find that old guy Bill and run away together." Lewis said with a smile. "Pah, pah, pah..." is the sound of rifles being fired continuously. The battle between humans and zombies is about to enter a fever pitch.

"Let's go! Let's go take a look!" After saying that, Francis ran towards the place where the voice originated. "Come out! You coward!" The assault rifle in Jack's hand was aimed at the branch. Suddenly a dark shadow jumped out from the branches. And made a sound of "Yeah yeah...". The piercing sound was as deafening as the engine of a jet plane. His speed was extremely fast, as fast as the black lightning in the night sky. "What is this?!" Jack shot quickly, but he couldn't find the thing in his scope. He just shot blindly based on his own feeling.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" Jack cursed the thing as he shot. The bullet casings were like a waterfall sloping down the cliff, making a ping-pong-pong sound when they collided with the floor.

(To be continued.)