Marvel’s Death Merchant

Looking at the shallow and gurgling river in front of them, the mood of the four people also changed from the initial gloom to a little calmer. A clear river flowed quietly in front of them, as if they had not been invaded by the virus.

"Can this water be drunk?" Lewis licked his lips that were cracked due to dryness.

"It should be okay. You see there are still fish swimming in the river." Francis replied.

Louis leaned down and put the long-empty kettle into the clear river water. After filling the water, Louis drank the water in large gulps, and then lay down on the green grass contentedly.

Everyone was lying on the grass enjoying the rare good weather and rare beautiful scenery.

At this time, a deep man's voice came: "We should leave. If we don't leave, we don't know what we will encounter later." Bill looked around with a gun, and his soldier's intuition told him that this was not the place. A place to stay for a long time.

"What is that?" Francis looked at a point at the foot of a mountain in the distance.

Bill looked where he pointed and saw something that seemed to be at the foot of the mountain in the distance. He took out his military binoculars and looked at the target.

"A town!" Bill said slightly excitedly.

↙, "There are definitely the supplies we need there." Lewis jumped up immediately.

"But that also means that there are a large number of infected people waiting for you." Bill's words seemed to shatter everyone's hopes. "But the town is very small, and I didn't see anyone moving. I guess there are very few infected people or they have all been transferred."

"Then we want to go there?" Zuo Yi asked.

Bill took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a deep breath of the cigarette. The rich tobacco smell went back and forth in his lungs and then exhaled into his mouth.

"Of course you have to go there. How will you know if you don't go there?" Bill said calmly.

"Going on an adventure again? Haha, I feel like I miss them a little without having some close contact with those things in the past few days." Francis seemed excited as he held his shotgun.

Everyone looked at Francis as if he were an alien, but they had long been used to it.

"Ignore this madman. He is always like this and we are not taking risks. We are just going to find what we need and see if there are any survivors. After all, one more person means more strength." Bill looked at the others and said .

survivor? Are there really survivors? Bill thought to himself that the virus outbreak has been almost three weeks since now, and most of the people have become those crazy infected because of the virus. Even if some people can survive the first round of virus spread, can they escape hunger and fear? There are many people who have become insane and crazy in the process of avoiding infected people. This is not sensational. In this world of fear and hunger, only the strongest and bravest people can survive. This world is full of chaos. , can the survivors really survive?

Bill shook his head. He didn't want to think about these problems anymore, because weren't they themselves survivors? That they can survive to this day also shows that there are also people who can survive to this day.

The four people walked slowly on the country road. Because the road had not been tidied or cleaned for a long time, the red maple leaves on both sides fell on the road. A layer of red maple leaves fluttering on the road like human blood has a different kind of beauty.

When they reached the town entrance, they looked up at a sign above their heads. It read: Hall Town welcomes you.

"Come on, let's go in and take a look." Bill led the group of people into this unknown, deserted and silent world...

Walking in a small town in late autumn, the sun is always beating and splashing on the group of people unscrupulously. But it's not that harsh, and it feels a bit cold. The sun shone slantingly on this lifeless land.

Walking in the quiet town, an inexplicable fear struck the unsuspecting hearts of the four people. Fallen leaves piled up on the street, and there were a few cars scattered here and there. Everything seemed so depressed.

"Why do you feel like no one exists?" Zuo Yi said nervously, holding the loaded guns.

"There are two explanations," Francis said. "The first type, they may have been transferred." Francis gave it a try, "The second type. They are all infected, and now they are hiding in some dark corner looking at their food."

Lewis, who was said aside, couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. The hand holding the Woods submachine gun also shook. "I just hope it's the first one," Lewis said.

"Haha, look how scared you are." Francis looked at the frightened Louis and said, "If there are infected people, there won't be many of them. You look at the streets so clean."

Indeed, apart from fallen leaves, there was no big mess on the empty road. Only a few local birds that do not have to fly south for the winter were chirping in the books in the distance.

Although the voices of the group were not loud, they were infinitely amplified in the empty town.

"Keep your voice down, let's go find supplies quickly." Bill, who was silent on the side, finally spoke.

So the four of them slowly searched for something in the town.

"Look there!" Louis said excitedly and pointed to a small shop.

It was a small store. It was like a family's own shop, a two-story small house, which seemed extremely ordinary, but his shop attracted the attention of these four people. Because the name of this small shop is "Stall Gun Shop."

"There is a place to resupply ammunition." Louis jumped up with excitement.

Since the ammunition carried by the group has been consumed in the past few days of fighting, without supplies, their next journey will become extremely difficult.

"Let's go. Hurry up. Be careful." Bill urged the slow Francis.

The entrance to the store was a small door, which was open. They opened the door carefully, and suddenly there was an unusually harsh "ding-ding-ding" sound from the door, which penetrated the eardrums of the group of people. The nervous people immediately raised their hands to the place where the sound originated. After taking a closer look, it turned out to be a bell installed on the door to alert the shopkeeper that a customer was coming.

It was a false alarm, but beads of sweat were forming on their foreheads.

I walked into the store and looked at the environment. The store was very clean, but the merchandise cabinets were covered with a thin layer of dust. It seems that no one has been here for a long time.

The four of them looked at the dazzling array of guns in the cabinet, and a joy they had not experienced for a long time finally jumped onto their cheeks. They quietly selected their favorite weapons in the cabinet.

"It feels different to hold something like this that costs nothing." Francis said, holding a brand-new shotgun.

"Be careful and wait until the shop owner comes and call the police." Louis smiled and looked at Francis who was giggling beside him.

"Haha, if he comes back, I'll shoot him this way." Francis pointed the brand-new shotgun to one side and imitated the sound of shooting with his voice. "Bang." Francis smiled and looked at the gun he couldn't put down.

Suddenly a familiar voice came from where Francis had just pointed the gun.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" A frantic voice came from the dark corner there. An infected man covered in blood, with pale skin and tattered clothes ran over from the darkness and pointed directly at the four people who were looking at him dumbfounded.

It happened so suddenly that they were unprepared, neither mentally nor with their guns. He watched stupidly as the infected rushed over.

Finally Bill was the first to wake up from this unexpected incident. Holding the M16 assault rifle in his hand, he decisively fired a shot at the infected person who was running towards him.

"Bang!" A bullet hit the infected person's forehead. The infected person stopped as if there was a sudden power outage, but due to inertia, he ran a few steps and knocked down Louis, who was watching dumbly.

"Oh~s——h——i——t." Louis quickly pushed away the infected person who fell on him, and he raised his head and looked at Bill. A faint wisp of gunpowder smoke came out of the m16 in Bill's hand.

"Can you hurry up next time and make me dirty again?" Louis said looking at Bill.

"Just be content. If it weren't for Bill, you would have been killed by the infected person." Zuo Yi said to Louis with a smile, "Bill saved your life again."

Lewis, who looked unhappy, stood up and patted the dust on his body, with a look of disdain on his face.

Suddenly, bursts of crazy roars sounded from various places outside the shop, and they got closer and closer.

"Oh! What's going on?" Louis was a little excited when he heard these shouts.

"It should have been caused by the gunfire just now." Bill said calmly. "Let's go quickly, it's not safe here anymore."

The group of people quickly took the ammunition they had just collected and quickly left the shop.

"Go there!" Bill said, pointing to a small department store ahead.

The group of people did not think about whether there was any danger there and ran into the small department store without hesitation. Indeed, the real danger was behind them... (To be continued...)