A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 33 Avengers, assemble!

Looking at the charred corpses, zombies and ruins along the way, Hank inevitably felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have just used his huge body to eat up the guy from the demolition team in two bites.

This is my first time being a zombie. Creatures that have been dead for more than ten minutes taste like eating mud, and chewing a zombie into your mouth is like eating shit.

Right now, these zombie heroes are eating like crazy. They often catch a person and throw them on the ground to bite another person after taking two bites. In this way, they bite more than a dozen people and don't even get half full!

Damn it, I really calculated it right. If this goes on for a long time, there will be nothing left to eat in the world!

Thinking about the black panther imprisoned in the basement, Hank couldn't help but smile on the corner of his bloody mouth. Fortunately, he was smart and knew how to store food from the beginning, so that when these idiots had nothing to eat in the future, he could still eat food. I can sneak to the basement to have a good time.

That's right, I can also become the size of an ant, so that the two taels of meat on T'Challa's body can be eaten for a longer time!
His whole body was excited by this wonderful fantasy, and eating alone was a double satisfaction in spirit and body.

Even now, I have to pretend to be a little bit different, and I must not let anyone notice that I have hidden a piece of meat, not even Janet!
Arriving at the Avengers House, Ant-Man shrank his body to normal size and pushed open the door with one palm. If he had a mirror in front of him now, he would be able to see his dry and hollow face.

"Is anyone there? Jarvis?"

He shouted loudly, but he couldn't hide the weird voice.

Different from the movie universe, in many comic universes, Tony Stark really has a human butler named Jarvis, just like Alfred from Batman next door, but Jarvis is not very popular and does not Why appear so often?

And now, Hank wants to feast on Jarvis
He noticed the bloodstains on the ground, which seemed to have some kind of guiding effect. An instinct drove him to follow the bloodstains. He paced forward, with strange but fast steps.

The great halls of the Avengers House had lost their former splendor in his eyes and were now a horrific arena of wrecked remains.Blood trails guide Ant-Man through corridors, rooms, and stairs, and he bites his lower lip, feeling an uncontrollable excitement.

His goal became clearer and clearer. He knew that someone was here, and there was fresh meat waiting for him.His movements became more urgent, and he rushed forward frantically.

The trail of blood eventually led him to a room with the door ajar.He stared at the door, dripping saliva reeking of rancidity.

"Hahaha, I didn't eat enough outside, and it's the same now that I'm full!"

He laughed wildly and kicked open the door, ready to enjoy those delicious meals.

It's just that the scene in the room is a bit unsatisfactory. The American Colonel, Luke Cage and others are enjoying a meal together.

The American colonel turned his head, eyes gleaming with excitement and hunger.He reached out his rotting arm, grabbed a piece of flesh, and slammed it into his mouth.

His voice was hoarse and eager, and he almost roared, "Pym! Come on! Although you are a step late, there is fresh flesh here! Come join us in the carnival, and we will share your bite!"

The Wasp lying on the side also turned her head and shouted happily: "Welcome home, husband. When your delicious and juicy piece of meat was turning between my teeth, I knew that you would eventually join us. "

It's just that Hank didn't go forward directly, he scratched his hair with bloody hands, and couldn't help asking: "Then what should we do next? Let's not make a... uh... Avengers plan or something like that? "

"Ha! How many people have we killed just now, and we don't expect any way to redeem our mistakes?"

Hawkeye's expression was gloomy at first, with a little more sadness on his face, but the next second he changed back to that hungry look: "See what you mean, you don't want to eat?"

Hank waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he didn't mean that: "What the hell! I'm hungry and I'm about to eat. Let me tell you, there's nothing wrong with this now."

"I agree!" Several zombies in the room responded in unison.

Soon, these zombie heroes ate their fill, sat on the ground with their big bellies to digest, and chatted by the way.

Of course, the content of the chat now is no longer about how many good things you did today or how many people I saved, but about where you can get the softest and most tender meat.

"You just hiccupped and said you had a plan, Pim? Then I really have a plan." The American colonel, who had eaten and drank enough, stood up unsteadily and patted his belly.

"what?"

Hank was picking his teeth with his hand. When he heard this, he turned back to the leader of the Avengers. He was not thinking about finding the antidote and turning back into a human being.

This is too disrespectful. After doing so many things, don’t you feel ashamed to still want to be a hero?

The zombie wearing the Stars and Stripes grinned grinningly, its mouth twisted into a hungry slit, revealing sharp teeth and broken teeth, with a foul smell.

"We haven't seen Fury yet? SHIELD has been sending people to stop us from spreading this gospel."

"Ha! What they think is beautiful, what else can they do besides giving me two more bites of meat?"

Luke Cage bared his fangs and slapped his chest with a big laugh.

What he said was true. Fury sent out three teams with heavy firepower in an attempt to eliminate Wonder Man, but it was a pity that those guns couldn't even leave any white marks on his body.

"That's right. Although they didn't cause us any real trouble, they are still very annoying. No one wants to be suddenly shot with a rocket while eating meat, right?"

The American colonel sneered and saw the zombies around him shaking their heads before continuing with satisfaction: "They can't deal with us now, but if they find that there are no civilians in the whole city and throw a few nuclear bombs, who of you are confident that they can?" Survive?"

Now Luke Cage is silent. It is true that his skin can withstand all kinds of bullets and even missiles, but nuclear bombs?
Fresh meat, he really has never tried it, and he doesn't really want to try what it feels like to be hit by a nuclear bomb on his body. It must be absolutely uncomfortable.

"Come on, Colonel, what can you do? We all listen to you!" Hawkeye threw away the bones with a few shreds of meat in his hand, stood up and clenched his fists, shouting.

Even if they become zombies, the status among the Avengers has not changed much. The colonel is still the leader of the team, and he has to listen to everything that happens.

"Go and find Nightcrawler. I saw him eating people in Central Park back then, and all the guys who can fly and fight. Find them all. Tell them it's time."

The American Colonel bent slowly and grasped his shield with rotten fingers.Most of the red, white and blue coating on the shield's surface has peeled off, exposing the shiny metal underneath.It made a dull metallic friction sound when it was picked up, as if it was the last resistance in the dead silence.

"Avengers, assemble!"

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(End of this chapter)