Marvel’s Death Merchant

At the same time, Francis didn't see her. She was bitten by a zombie at this time, her skin was gray, and she was very murderous. The muscles in the body began to mutate rapidly.

She leaped hard and rushed towards Francis. At this time Francis's friend James killed the zombies.

"James, we just saw you killed him with one shot." Francis stroked his head in confusion.

"He's a zombie, an idiot." James turned away. "I hate to say the same thing. This infection is not as simple as ordinary influenza." A few Francis drinkers just gathered around.

"This is a big scam. It's not a pandemic. It's a federal attempt to conceal us. First, they want to destroy us. They have satellites and mobile phones. They all want to control our drama," James said again.

James quietly led Francis to look out the door, and the people in the street walked horribly with the evil eyes.

"You see clearly, this is a living zombie apocalypse. Look at you and forget your previous rational bottom line. This is a plague. Tell me, who is crazy now?"

"Oh, you're still crazy, James. But you're right about it. If all the zombies are outside, the important thing is that we haven't changed into zombies." Francis didn't look nervous.

"At least the zombies don't put us in prison because they don't think with their brains and can do nothing, like a bunch of idiots and that means we can live freely and do what we want." Francis Chaolou Go up.

"If the idiot outside wants to kill us, we can't just sit back and wait. We need to fight back. Take this jukebox and follow me," Francis ordered.

Francis stepped onto the rooftop of the top floor, carrying a large bag of weapons, and said, "Everyone listen to pick up your weapons and beer. This evening is a warm-up game. We have a lot of fun, mine. Where is the jukebox? "

"Here. Dude, you can at least tell us why we need to move this thing up the stairs on the second floor, it's dead." The two came up carrying the jukebox.

"That's because" Francis also had a joke-like murderous look in his eyes.

"You can't go to a party that lacks music." Francis took a sip of wine. At this point the zombies noticed them.

"Oh my God. At least a thousand monsters have gathered here," one person amazed.

"Oh, kill them one by one" Francis took up his gun.

"999" four people were standing and killing wildly on the rooftop.

"998"

"997" Francis smiled at death.

"Don't tell me that you have to take sick leave, too, Pete." A man stood on the top floor of the computer company and called.

"No Louis, I'm not sick, but I don't plan to go out." A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"For God's sake," Louis begged.

"Listen. Louis." The man interrupted his request, "I'm not trying to offend you. Under normal circumstances, this has made us through a lot of difficulties."

"Pete." Louis said nothing.

"But this time the situation is different. I assure God that this glass of water is definitely 100% correct, and something extraordinary happened outside."

"Come back to work, Pete." Louis still asked.

"No, Louis. Now that the critically infected people are dead, I don't want to make a joke about maintaining the Franklin Brothers database, let alone his **** database."

"Pete. You will not be infected when you return. The company now has only a few people at work. Maybe you stay at home more vulnerable?" Louis kept asking.

"You don't have to open the window anyway and look at it. It looks like a **** end of the world outside."

"Well, let's think about it, what if it doesn't?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I mean if this flu is just a false alarm, if this infection will subside after a week, and everyone's helpless fuss is helpful, now only you and me are holding on to their posts."

Louis continued: "Do you know what we need to face now?"

"Infection" "Come back at work, believe me, everything will be fine." "Hello" the phone hung up. "Really" Louis frowned. Louis looked at the phone and went into the toilet.

Louis saw a Ceda notice on the door. Washing your hands frequently can save your life.

"Gaha" Louis is thinking hard about things, then his eyes are looking at the phone.

"Oh, **** it," Louis said helplessly. "Why is this server broken again? Obviously just repaired it. It's fucking."

There was a knock at the door. "There's someone here," Louis said helplessly.

"Hey, I told you there's someone here, and you can't find a second place even if you knock."

"嘣 咚 嘣 嘣" still knocking outside.

"Man, what's wrong with you? Can't you calm me to finish thinking?" Louis is going crazy, "Can't you calm down and wait for me to finish first? Soon, give me a minute and wait."

A pair of feet in leather shoes appeared in the gap under the door. The knocking stopped outside the door.

"Are you okay?" Louis said puzzled. "Booming" There was a strange noise outside the door.

As soon as Louis opened the door, he saw a scowling face. Zombie. "Yeah" the zombies started attacking Louis, pressing Louis against the door of the toilet cubicle with his hand.

"Oh no"

"what"

"Please," Louis resisted the attack from the zombies.

At this moment, the mouth of the zombies stretched towards Louis' neck. With a rush of blood, Louis hurried down one elbow and bit the zombies on it.

"Release your **** hand" Louis kicked his left foot vigorously toward the zombie's face, but the zombie still held his red tie. The zombies' teeth were blown out. The zombie wrapped his arms around Louise's neck, biting hard at Louis's hand. Fighting by one person and one corpse broke the sewage pipe and the sewage flowed out. Louis pulled up the iron box containing the toilet paper and smashed it towards the head of the zombie. His eyes were full of terror.

Brain slurry spilled all over the place, and sewage flowed all over the place.

"Woohoo" Louis panted.

Louis slowly walked out of the toilet, and the office was already cluttered. There are signs of fighting.

The floor-to-ceiling window was shattered, the wind was blowing the paper randomly, and so was Louis' tie. He had to believe what Pete said.

Lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was a staff member whose wrist had been bitten, and he must have been crushed in a fight.

Louis walked to the broken floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the broken city. He finally understood that his work could not be returned, Pete would never return to work and the world was over.

Looking at the wound on his hand, blood was still flowing. Louis closed his eyes, feeling terrible in his heart. To be continued.

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