Marvel’s Death Merchant

Lyon's final consciousness still came to this virtual reality world, and his identity was arranged by the mechanical emperor into an American soldier. basket. color. book. Pakistan, and he has gone through many crises, started his own fight after the virus broke out, and was lucky to meet Bill and others.

"Bang" Lyon punched the zombie's face with a strong punch. It shook back a few steps. I immediately pulled out the pistol and fired more than ten shots at its head.

"His" Lyon gasped, bleeding from his hands, and even started to turn blue.

And the head of that zombie had completely smashed me. The brain was spilled. "Really **** it" Lyon sighed, looking at the two rows of tooth marks on his hands, no, the tooth marks were no longer visible, and Lyon had been bitten off a piece of meat. The flesh suddenly blurred.

"Ah" Lyon was covering her wound, watching the blood come out like a stream.

"Oh no, that's too bad." Another man ran in at the door, and Lyon immediately pointed at him with p1911. "Hey the sergeant is sober, some zombies can't make such a nice sound in their mouths." Lyon looked at it, knowing that he was the fat man he had saved. "Sergeant Lyon, your hand"

Before he finished speaking, Lyon understood, he was going to turn into that **** thing. "I" Lyon cooled down. Although death is not really death in the virtual reality world, he doesn't want to die now.

"Sir, what's wrong with your friend?" Another person came in, tall and thin, a black man, wearing a normal white-collar dress. There is a long 5 assault rifle on hand. "Ah, sir, you're hurt, you're going to be infected," said the black man in a panic.

Lyon gazed at him, and suddenly sighed, "Let's go." Saying Lyon put aside p1911, "Let's go, take all my weapons and ammunition." Lyon said as he lowered his body. Firearms and ammunition. "At least, before letting me become that thing, let me die with peace of mind." Then, Lyon held up a pistol with that okay hand, and put it against his own sun.

"Hey," the fat man shouted, almost rushing over. A gun that grabbed Lyon's hand, said, "Mr. Lyon, have you forgotten your mission?"

He said so. Lyon instead remembered that the task that the Mechanical King had arranged for him was an antidote to his semi-finished product. Lyon immediately took it out and handed it to the fat man: "Listen, this is the hope of the United States of America. Take it and send it to the research institution. You must keep this and take it as soon as possible. "Lyon almost wanted to push him.

"Is this wine?" The black man scratched his head, and the fat man stepped back.

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

Pomo's face sank. "Louis, get the bottle." He said he pushed the black man named Louis with his hand.

"Hey you hurt me," the Negro screamed. come over.

"Lyon, you bastard. This is the antidote. You didn't use it to save your life." The fat man came over with a calm face, and Lyon probably guessed what he wanted to do.

"What are you trying to do, Pomo George? You can't do this," Lyon yelled. He was dead in the virtual world and could be resurrected. However, he and Lyon squeezed Lyon's arm together. Lyon was drowsy after being bitten. At this time, they couldn't move.

Although I tried my best to avoid it, the fat man's big hand pressed Lyon's mouth and then poured the antidote into Lyon's mouth. "Sergeant, I am not mistaken. 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, and he was smiling like a amiable person at the moment.

"Although it was poured into the mouth, Lyon still would not swallow. The fat man's hand covered my mouth and pressed Lyon to death. Lyon couldn't spit it out.

"Keekeke you" Lyon coughed, pointed weakly at the fat man, and couldn't say anything.

"I'm sorry for the sergeant. But I still have half a bottle. I think you can understand." Fatty and Louis released me.

"Hum" Lyon snorted coldly, feeling only a terrible pain in his head. He fell to the ground. The eyes were dark.

Lyon Scott Kennedy, under the artificial intelligence arrangement of the virtual world, is a soldier in a city in the southern United States. Also called Sergeant Lyon. right now. Lyon didn't know how many days I had passed out, and when Lyon opened his eyes, he was lying on a bed. But it wasn't his room, Lyon thought it might just be a dream, yes, a terrible nightmare. But Lyon knew from the situation of zombies running across the street that it was an absolutely realistic dream, and also someone who tested his world.

Lyon 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 a few times. Lyon clearly remembers that when I was training in the real world, I could use this machete to cut this sandbag, and the combat power of Lyon was enough to compare with those of the special forces.

In fact, the zombies were stupid. Even in the daytime, Lyon just crouched beside the car and few zombies would come to harass me. That's what Dr. Chall taught me.

But to save bullets, Lyon had to switch to a machete. However, zombies are different from people. Murders only need to be carried around the neck, and zombies need to cut off their entire heads.

Lyon remembered this street, and there was a police station at the end of the street. I wondered where I could go to replenish ammunition.

With Lyon's ability, one or two zombies could not treat him. The street was full of abandoned vehicles. Many department stores were ransacked. Lyon found two bottles of Coke to drink.

The police station arrived soon, and I carefully counted the zombies around me, one shot at a time, no fish missing the net.

Lyon looked around ~ www.readwn.com ~ All the corpses should be safe, and he was relieved in his heart, and then he heard a "wow" sound like a crow. Lyon reflexively aimed where the sound came from, but there was nothing there. That kind of high-frequency sound couldn't have been emitted by humans, and Lyon took the gun. Step by step towards the police station

"Bang." Lyon kicked the closed door of the police station. The door was unlocked, there was no light inside, there was moldy odor in the air, and the smell of dead corpse. The photo was taken, in order to avoid any incident, Lyon confirmed several times, and no zombies were found inside. Opposite the door was a staircase, I wonder if it was safe upstairs.

Although it was daylight, the light inside was still very dim, and once Lyon stepped in, another burst of dust was rising.

"Cough, smelly" Lyon squeezed his nose. The air is not just smelly, it's also stingy. Lyon walked in with another straight foot. The dust was rising again. Lyon looked around, and after confirming that no one was killed, he closed the door of the police station and locked it. By the way, Lyon didn't want to see any zombies. At this time, the entire police station was almost completely dark.

Bill and others temporarily went elsewhere to find food, and Lyon stayed here temporarily. To be continued. ~ Search the basket color, you can read the whole chapter later

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