Marvel’s Death Merchant

Leon's last consciousness came to this virtual reality world, and his identity was arranged by the Machine Emperor to become an American soldier. And he has survived many crises, started his own battle after the virus outbreak, and was lucky enough to meet Bill and others.

"Bang!" Leon punched the zombie powerfully in the face. It staggered back a few steps. I immediately pulled out my pistol and fired more than ten shots at its head.

"Hiss..." Leon gasped, his hands were bleeding and even starting to turn blue.

And the zombie's head has been completely smashed by me. Brains were scattered all over the floor. "Damn it!" Leon sighed, looking at the two rows of tooth marks on his hand. No, the tooth marks were no longer visible. Leon had already been bitten off a piece of flesh. His hands suddenly became bloody and bloody.

"Ah..." Leon gasped as he covered his wound, watching the blood keep coming out like a spring.

"Oh! No, this is too bad!" Another person ran in from the door, and Leon immediately pointed his p1911 at him. "Hey! Sergeant... wake up! The zombies can't make such nice sounds." Leon took a look and knew it was the fat man he saved. "Sergeant Lyon, your hands..."

Before he finished speaking, Leon understood that he was going to turn into that damn thing. "I..." Leon's heart froze and he became cold. Although death is not real death in the virtual reality world, he doesn't want to die yet.

"Sir, what's wrong with your friend?" Another man ran in. He was tall and thin, a black man, wearing an ordinary white-collar suit. I have an MP5 assault rifle that I have had for a long time. "Ah...Sir, you are injured! You...you are going to be infected!" the black man said in a panic.

Leon stared at him and suddenly sighed: "You go." Then Leon put the p1911 aside, "You go, take all my weapons and ammunition." Leon said as he put down his clothes Firearms and Ammunition. "At least, let me die in peace before I turned into that thing." As he said that, Leon raised a pistol with his free hand and put it against his temple.

"Hey!" The fat man shouted, almost rushed over, grabbed the gun from Lyon, and said, "Mr. Lyon. Have you forgotten your mission?"

When he said this, Leon thought of the task assigned to him by the Machine Emperor, which was to give him the semi-finished antidote. Leon immediately took it out and handed it to the fat man: "Listen, this is the hope of the American Republic. Take it and send it to the research institution. You must keep it safe! Take this and go. The sooner the better, Let's go!" Leon almost wanted to push him.

"Is this... wine?" The black man scratched his head and asked, while the fat man took a few steps back.

"Fat man, what do you want to do? Just hold it for me."

Bomo's face suddenly sank, "Louis, go get the bottle." After that, he pushed the black man named Louis with his hand.

"Hey! You hurt me!" the black man yelled. come over.

"Leon, you bastard. This is the antidote. Why don't you use it to save your life?" The fat man walked over with a sullen face. Leon probably guessed what he wanted to do.

"Fat man! What do you want to do?! Bomo George! You can't do this!" Leon shouted. Even if he dies in the virtual world, he can still be resurrected. However, he and Louis suppressed Leon's arm together. Leon was originally dazed after being bitten, but now he was suppressed by them and couldn't move.

Although I tried my best to avoid it, the fat man still pressed Leon's mouth open with his big hand, and then poured the antidote into Leon's mouth. "Sergeant, am I right? This is the antidote. If it is poison, I think you will drink it with peace of mind." The fat man said with a smile. At this moment, he smiled like an amiable person.

"Although it poured into his mouth, Leon still wouldn't swallow it. The fat man's hand suddenly covered my mouth. He pressed Leon tightly, but Leon couldn't spit it out.

"Cough...cough!...You..." Leon coughed, pointing feebly at the fat man, unable to say anything.

"I'm sorry, sergeant. But I still have half a bottle left. I think you understand." Fatty and Louis let go of me.

"Hmph!..." Leon snorted coldly, feeling extremely painful in his head. Then he fell to the ground. Everything was dark.

Leon Scott Kennedy, under the arrangement of artificial intelligence in the virtual world, is a soldier in a city in the southern United States. Also called Sergeant Lyon. Now, Leon doesn't know how many days I have been unconscious. When Leon opened his eyes, he was lying on a bed. But it wasn't his room. Leon thought this might just be a dream, yes, a terrible nightmare. But Leon knew from the zombies running rampant in the streets outside the window that this was an absolutely realistic dream, and it was also a world where someone tested him.

Leon picked up a machete at the door. The handle was about two centimeters long, and the blade was about five centimeters long. I held it in my hand and waved it around a few times. It felt very comfortable and I took it with me. Leon clearly remembered that I could use this machete to cut open this sandbag during real-world training. Leon's combat power was enough to compare with those special forces.

In fact, zombies are very stupid. Even during the day, Leon only needs to squat next to the car and walk, and few zombies will harass me. This is what Dr. Char taught me.

But in order to save bullets, Lyon had to use a machete instead. But zombies are still different from people. To kill, you only need a knife in the neck, while a zombie needs to cut off its entire head.

Leon remembered this street. There was a police station at the end of the street. He wondered where he could go to replenish ammunition.

With Leon's ability, one or two zombies couldn't do anything to him. The streets were full of abandoned vehicles, and many department stores and supermarkets had been looted. Leon found two bottles of Coke to drink.

The police station arrived soon. I carefully counted the zombies around me and shot them one by one. No one was missed.

Leon looked around and saw that they were all corpses. They should be safe. Just as he felt relieved, he heard a long roar of "Ah.", like a crow-like voice. Leon seemed to aim at the place where the sound came from, but there was nothing there. That high-frequency sound couldn't have been made by humans. Leon held the gun. He walked towards the police station looking around.

"Bang." Leon kicked open the closed door of the police station. The door was unlocked and there were no lights inside. There was a musty smell and the smell of corpses in the air. Leon leaned against the door and used the strapped flashlight to shine. To avoid any accidents, Leon checked several times and found no zombies inside. Opposite the door is a staircase. I wonder if it is safe upstairs.

Although it was daytime, the light inside was still very dim. As soon as Leon stepped in, there was another burst of dust.

"Ahem, it stinks..." Leon pinched his nose. The air here not only stinks, it's also choking. Leon's other straight foot also walked in. The dust started to rise again. Leon looked around and confirmed that no one was dead, then closed the door of the police station and locked it. Leon didn't want to see zombies later. At this time, the entire police station was almost completely dark.

Bill and others went to other places to look for food for the time being, and Leon stayed here for the time being. (To be continued...)