Marvel’s Death Merchant

"This is?" Zoe said softly. Under the white moonlight, the figures of the five people looked staggering. They lost the majesty of the US military in the past. I don't know if it was the effect of the moonlight, but the faces of the five people looked so pale. "They're infected," Francis whispered. "Then what should we do?" Zoe said. "Card...wipe..." Francis didn't say anything and silently loaded the gun in his hand. "I'll attract their attention, and you kill them." Francis whispered. "..." Zoe patted Francis on the shoulder and nodded gently, as if to tell him to be careful. "One." Francis held out a finger. "Two." "Three!" Just as they were about to rush out, a voice came from the corner of the street through the dark blockade.

"Wait." Francis motioned for them not to act yet. They quietly searched the direction from which the sound came. Help! Who can help me. "A boy's hasty and anxious voice reached everyone's ears. "Hoo...ho...ho..." The five infected people wearing US military uniforms seemed to have been called by the voice and quickly moved toward the voice. ’s birthplace rushed over. “It’s Tim! "Zoe grabbed Francis' shoulders tightly, her eyes full of worry. "We should help him. "Zoe said softly. "...It seems that he has attracted all the infected people. "Louis said jokingly. "Let's go. "Francis picked up the gun in his hand and said, "Go and save this unlucky child. "The breeze blew across everyone's cheeks. The temperature is not very cold now, but it looks particularly cold when it blows on people's faces.

"Help...someone help me..." Tim shouted as he ran. But Tim's strength was exhausted several times due to running for a long time. Indeed, this was already the limit for this young boy. "Help..." Tim's footsteps slowed down. The three infected people behind him were still chasing after him, but five infected people wearing US military uniforms rushed over from in front of him. Tim stopped, feeling threatened from both sides and falling into endless despair.

"Kathleen." Tim said to himself, looking at the starry sky above his head. The moon is still in the sky quietly watching everything happening on the earth. "My mission has been completed. You must live well." Tim whispered, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Zombies and special biochemical weapons are already close at hand, and their ferocious faces continue to project gloomy terror to the surroundings through their cold bodies. "Bang...bang..." Two blasts of gunshots reached the ears of Tim, who was already desperate, and Tim's heart tightened. He slowly opened his eyes. Francis laughed and said, "What's wrong? Are you lost? Do you want uncle to take you home?"

Tim looked at the three people in front of him and felt as if a warmth suddenly burst out and swept through his body. He held Francis tightly and cried loudly. Just as Francis was about to yell, a burst of noise came over. "Hiss...hiss..." A voice came from the infected person lying on the ground. "Is this...·?" Francis frowned and said. Zoe searched the zombie, and suddenly she found something. "Is this...a radio?"

At this time, a voice came from the radio. "Hiss...this is the command post. What happened with the gunfire just now? Patroller? Please answer..." Francis picked up the radio. "The patrolman has hung up... the situation is not good." Perhaps because of Francis' reply, the other end of the radio paused for a while before replying. "Please tell me your identity..."

Colonel Staples looked at them and said, "When did you see those infected people?" His tone was still so approachable, and the cigar in his hand made him look good.

"Uh... okay." Louis said softly. "We found it when we came out to look for the child. But we don't know where these things came from." "Then..." Colonel Staples put down the cigar in his hand and said quietly. "Why did you come out so late?" "We have told you that we are here to find this child." Francis stood up. He seemed to have a bad temper and couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere. "Don't you know there's a curfew?" Colonel Staples frowned.

"But we are looking for this child. Isn't it too dangerous to let this child stay outside alone at night?" Francis argued. "But you still came out during the curfew time." Colonel MILK said seriously. "But..." Francis was about to defend himself when a man who looked like a soldier walked in. His expression was a little serious, maybe something bad had happened. The soldier walked up to the colonel and whispered a few words to him. "I know..." Colonel Staples' expression suddenly dropped, and he waved his hand to signal the soldier to leave.

"What...what's wrong?" Francis whispered to Zoe. "Maybe something happened. Although I don't know what it is, I'm sure it's not something good." Zoe replied softly. Colonel Staples grabbed the cigar placed on the table and took a long puff. "You can go back." Colonel Staples said quietly with his back to Zoe and the others. "What?" Louis said with a smile. "Can we go back?"

"Do you still want to stay here longer?" Zoe stepped on Lewis hard with her foot. "Okay, let's go." After Francis said that, he led a group of people out of the camp.

It's just that at night, the piercing siren keeps hitting people's eardrums, as if to say don't ignore its existence. There is not much power left in the main world of Marvel. There are only superheroes and SHIELD military forces, human resistance bases in various places, and many survivors.

"Sir! Sir!" A soldier rushed into the military tent where Colonel Staples was. At this time, the resting colonel was woken up by this reckless soldier. Although he was expressionless and still a little unhappy, he would pay attention to his affairs.

"What's wrong, soldier?" Colonel Staples asked doubtfully. "Something happened... something happened..." the soldier said while trying hard to calm down. "What happened?" Colonel Staples said calmly. "Sir... you'd better come over and take a look!" the soldier said seriously. Obviously, what happened this time was very ordinary. (To be continued.)