Marvel’s Death Merchant

"Well... you've been listening for so long, you should be coming out, right?" Anna said to the wheat field opposite her. "YO..." A figure walked out of the wheat field, that was Louis. "So you discovered it a long time ago?" "Of course..." "Why didn't you expose me earlier?" "Don't you want to hear the story? I'll let you listen... This is me, I always feel that I am a bad person . From that time on, if someone asks me to open the door outside the safe house, I will never open it. It may have killed many people, but I survived..." Anna said with a solemn face. "I feel like I am becoming more and more like that man, who would sacrifice the lives of others for his own survival..." The most cruel punishment for us in peaceful days is to make our hearts once excited and full of all kinds of fantasies, Little by little it loses its brilliance and elasticity, and little by little it dims. In this way, we will soon get lost in the fog of our own creation...·

"This life is so pleasant," Francis said as he dozed off. "We should be as vigilant as we should be," Bill said, smoking a cigarette. "Damn..." Suddenly Bill cursed in a low voice. "This is my last cigarette..." Bill looked at the empty cigarette box in a daze, then he crumpled the empty cigarette box into a ball and threw it out the window... "I can't live without cigarettes..." Bill He looked at the crumpled cigarette at the end and said. "I think we should go out for a walk and find our way out in the future..." Bill said to Frances. "What? Are you going to look for supplies?" Tana said, looking at the two people standing in front of her. "We have all the basic supplies here...what else do you need?" Bill took out his last cigarette and said. "Kid...do you have cigarettes here?" Bill said lightly.

"Cigarettes?!" Tana looked at Bill and said coldly. "There are no cigarettes. No one smokes here..." "Cigarettes are a necessity in my life. I can't live without them." After speaking, Bill pointed at Frances. "My team members and I will go look for supplies. You just need to help bring a guide." Tana thought for a moment, then walked to the stairwell on the second floor and said loudly and condescendingly to the people in the hall. . "Attention, everyone!" He pointed at Bill and Frances. "Who is willing to lead them to other places?" Suddenly, the people who were chatting in the hall fell silent. No one dared to speak out. Time seemed to have frozen, and the atmosphere felt very awkward. Tana said again when she saw that no one was willing to sign up. "They are looking for supplies. If someone is their guide, that person will get what they want. Of course, the premise is that you can get it." This condition is a bit tempting, here in the church Away from the outskirts of the city, although there is water and necessary food, the rest of the luxuries are not supplemented in any way. For example... magazines, cigarettes, clothing or other things. But there was still no response from anyone in the hall. They just stayed silent. Suddenly someone spoke. "H City no longer exists. There are only ruins, monsters and death!" The man seemed to have started talking. Everyone also started talking about it. "That place has already become a hell. No one can enter there and come out alive!" "Besides, how long have they been here? Why should we believe them?" There were waves of doubts in the crowd. No one volunteered to be their guide, and Tana seemed very angry. "Okay! If you don't go, I'll go!" Tana turned to Bill and the others and said. "I'll take you there." After Tana finished saying this, everyone made objections. "Miss Tana, you can't go. If you go to the church, no one will direct you!" "Yes, Miss Tana, you can't go. You can't abandon us!" Everyone made objections. Even John, who was standing silently by the side, came over to persuade Tana. Don't be like this. Once you leave, won't we become a plate of loose sand without cohesion? If no one really wants to go, I can be your guide! John said softly.

"But don't you live in Xicheng District? Are you sure you know the road?" Tana asked in a low voice. "Maybe...maybe...you should know the way..." John obviously lacked the confidence to speak. While everyone was arguing, a voice came from the second floor. "I'll take you there!" This was a man's voice. Everyone raised their heads and looked towards the source of the sound. "Jerry...Jerry?" Suddenly everyone started talking privately again, "Can Jerry, the painter who doesn't have it, do it?" "I heard that he can't even beat a rooster..." "But his paintings,... Not bad." Many people kept saying something. Jerry ignored the distrustful looks of those people and walked straight to Bill. "I'll take you there!" Jerry said loudly. Bill looked at Jerry's firm eyes, and he seemed to see a force spurting out of Jerry's eyes, constantly infecting Bill. Bill smiled and stretched out his hand, "I won't save you if you are in danger." Jerry also stretched out his hand and held Bill's hand. "At that time, we still don't know who will save whom..." Amid people's doubts, Jerry accepted the position of guide. Tana, who was standing next to her, seemed to be the most surprised. She seemed to be having a spiritual storm in her heart, but she still had to keep her face calm. The four people have walked out of the church, and now Jerry is leaving.

"Jerry..." Tana said slowly. "You're not in good health, why don't you go?" "Tana, it's none of your business who you are to me!" Jerry said slowly. He packed his backpack and walked out of the church. The panicked Tana was left behind... "Who am I to you?..." Tana lowered her head and muttered to herself. She tried hard to hide her already wet eyes into the deep brim of the black hat. …

The driver was Bill, and he drove slowly. Jerry sat in the passenger seat and kept giving Bill directions. "The mouth of the river is on the east side, where the river meets another river, and then flows southward into the sea." Jerry answered in great detail. "You know so much, Jerry. I thought you only knew how to draw." Louis said with a smile.

"Actually, when I was a child, my dream was to be an adventurer. I would often go on adventures on my family's small boat..." Jerry said slowly. "Then I never went there again..." (To be continued.)