Marvel’s Death Merchant

While Tang Xing was fighting in the infinite horror plane, Lyon was still fighting in the virtual world. The virtual world of the road of survival did not pass easily.

"Who?" Lyon shouted subconsciously. The action was already swift, and he dared to conclude that not a zombie could do it, but if it weren't for zombies, Lyon could not imagine who would be so boring and have no way to go.

Lyon walked slowly, almost every step, almost like a cat did not dare to make any sound, for fear of something alarmed. Then Lyon took the awm and got closer to the door. The door has been completely removed from the door panel, the middle is recessed, and the glass on the door is completely broken. The door was still good when he came.

Lyon leaned against the wall and checked the door with a flashlight. The recessed part in the middle of the door had bloodstains, and it seemed that the thing bumped over by itself, I'm afraid I was also injured. But hitting the door like this with your head, it was just a bit of flesh wound. What kind of power is this?

Lyon's head unknowingly shed a few drops of sweat from Douda, instinctively took a few steps back, bypassed the door, and reached the other end of the corridor. The surrounding environment is more gloomy, it may be his psychological function, but this peaceful atmosphere makes me more upset. At the same time thinking of the terrible creature, his back was extremely cold.

"Fast ... fast ... Ammunition room, where are you?" Lyon thought to himself, and he guessed to some extent that this was the mutant virus infection that the doctor had told him.

"Ah" was another long howl. From behind Lyon, his entire vest was cold, and military training strengthened Lyon's response. He immediately turned around and awp aimed at the door.

Not here.

It doesn't seem to come out. Lyon sighed and became more anxious. "Oh my God ... hurry up, ammunition room," Lyon thought to himself. He even accelerated his steps in an instant, and he could not wait to leave the ghost place immediately.

"Thank God" Lyon touched his forehead, the ammunition room, and finally found it. Reach out and twist the doorknob. And at this moment ... Lyon saw in the sight. Yes. It was the mutant infection.

Lyon stopped and looked at it. He squatted there and looked at him like a puppy. But Lyon didn't think it was as good as a puppy. He slowly raised his gun and aimed at it. He shook his head, as if wondering what Lyon was doing. Lyon was determined: good opportunity

The trajectory of the "bang" bullet is a straight line. A long time ago I thought it was the straightest straight line in the world. But it's just a straight line. The hunter jumped away with his terrifying jumping power. He hissed, and bounced off the wall like Spider-Man, knocking Lyon to the ground instantly.

Lyon was unresponsive, and he was rushed to him. He sat on his stomach with a hood, short and powerful claws in his hands, and was very strong, grabbing Lyon's chest. Lyon grabbed both of his wrists accurately. It desperately pressed down on Lyon, and Lyon just died. Because he was too dark to see what he looked like, his hands were very swollen. The temperature was very low.

Lyon's strength is not as good as that of the mutated infected person. It will definitely be Lyon if he continues to die. Lyon slammed his hand and pushed it away. Maybe it was unprepared and leaned back. Lyon swung his fist on his right face with all his strength. Lyon tightened its collar and turned back, turning it to the ground.

And when Lyon was about to get up. The thing screamed again, Lyon hadn't understood anything yet. When I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, I found that the hunter bumped into my stomach and ran back with Lyon. Lyon was leaning against the wall like a dead fish, and a spit of blood was spit out with a "wow". There was a twitch in the abdomen, and Venus was shining in front of her eyes.

"Ahem ..." Lyon just felt that his heart and lungs were coming out. Angrily rushed forward, but emptied, Lyon rubbed his stomach and looked around, but found no monster.

"Gun ... gun" Lyon touched his waist, and both the knife and the pistol fell off. He took a picture of the flashlight on his hand and found that p1911 on the ground had the broken knife. When Lyon wanted to get it, he heard a shudder, and then there was a sharp pain in his back.

Lyon was hit again on the ground. Lyon almost always heard the sound of a broken bone on my own. The pistol was just in front of me. He reached for it, but it was a little bit short. At this moment, the guy behind him ruthlessly grabbed Lyon's back with his sharp claws, and there was a burning pain.

The pain stimulated Lyon's nerves, and Lyon tensed and fluttered forward.

"Gun" Lyon got it. He grabbed the pistol, and he couldn't let him be happy. Lyon then turned his hand and put the gun in front of the thing's head. The monster was curious, and it died in a "bang". The blood shot so far that even the ceiling was stained with her blood.

Lyon splashed. The infected fell to the side.

Lyon was shocked. His mouth was panting, his heart almost jumped out, and he didn't even care about the pain. Leaning against the wall, Lyon finally determined that the guy was dead, and then Lyon settled down and sat slowly on the ground.

I wonder how long it took for Lyon to calm down. Looking around, it's dusk outside. Lyon stopped thinking about it and examined the wound.

Lyon had a dark area on his chest that was hit and there was blood in it. The clothes on the back had been scratched and blood was bleeding. He thought that the doctor's vaccine had been effective before Lyon survived, and he was not afraid of wounds. Lyon smashed the door lock of the ammunition chamber with a pistol. It's a pity that Lyon's awm's barrel was sunk, but it was enough to destroy the good gun.

I found a Maglinan pistol in the ammunition room. Although it was a pistol, it was as powerful as a shotgun. Then he started to look for a spear. The police station obviously would not have any good spears, which can be seen from the p226 full of tables.

Then Lyon found sg552 and m16 in the private storage room, but neither of them was customary for Lyon.

But what made Lyon excited was that he found a gun I wanted in the closet of the police chief's office, and it was a Soviet-made svd sniper rifle I wanted.

The former Russian army selected a sniper rifle designed by Dragonov in 1963 to replace the Mosinakgan sniper rifle. After further improvements, it began to equip the army in 1967. In addition to the former Russia, the military of countries such as Egypt, Yugoslavia and Romania also adopted and produced such sniper rifles. A sniper rifle at a distance of more than 1,000 meters is also deadly, but this gun is not made for the requirements of ultra-high precision. So this gun is already a good gun for Lyon, a man fighting in the virtual world.

"Ka ..." Lyon pushed open the door of the police station, and the glare shone in. Lyon blocked it with his hands, rubbed his eyes, and walked out. It was already afternoon, and the zombies previously named by Lyon still fell to the ground, and several new ones arrived. He was happy to send them away with bullets.

Then, Lyon walked along the setting sun. On the setting sun, Lyon's hope was the Mercy Hospital.

Two hours later, the sun was mostly blocked by the distant mountains. Lyon heard gunfire. During these two hours of careful walking, Lyon did not meet the zombies halfway, Lyon thought he was lucky. But Lyon was wary of the gunfire at the moment. Lyon's vaccine is no longer there. If it was an army, Lyon thought they would be angry. Assuming it is not the army, Lyon has no need for the past. Lyon only passed away but died.

Lyon was hesitating. It seemed that he was careless, and the zombies behind him all rushed after hearing the sound of gunfire. And he was a side dish by their side.

"Rely on" Lyon scolded in his heart, ran around with guns to the sound of gunfire, and used sand eagles to kill the zombies that were about to surround him. Gradually, the sound of gunfire became clearer. Lyon saw it from a distance and saw about four people, so it was not the army.

"Hey ... Bill, I seem to see someone ... a survivor." It was a treble voice, and Lyon sounded very familiar, but the reflection was not deep.

"You idiot are all human here, but we are forced to kill," a rough voice called.

Lyon did not hesitate at all, and immediately raised his hand to them. They were standing on a turned over truck at the moment, occupying the supremacy, and the zombies could not capture them temporarily. "Hey I'm here, I'm a survivor," Lyon shouted, using a sand eagle to clean up the zombies returning to Lyon.

Lyon also saw who the familiar voice was, Louis, the black white-collar worker. They met in one place before, but they were infected so these people didn't stay.

"Hello, are you alone?" The woman shouted, looking like she was only 18 years old.

"Yes, I only have one person, and I need your help," Lyon called back. Sha Ying banged through the heads of two zombies.

"You're coming to us, otherwise we can't protect you." It was an old man who was over 60 years old. It was difficult for Lyon to imagine that such an old man could hold a steady shot of m16 and still hold a cigarette. Makes Lyon so tangible.

"OK" Lyon responded ~ www.readwn.com ~ and guerrilla warfare was carried around with the zombies around, and a sand eagle was not enough for Lyon to resist. The old man in the beret's armor was very accurate at shooting, and every time he made a gap in the body surrounded by Lyon, he escaped.

The battle lasted three minutes, and Bill and others barely communicated. Hundreds of bodies lay on this street, and the setting sun was extremely bloody. Lyon eventually escaped to the truck under the four.

"Hello." Lyon smiled, after all, pay more attention in this dangerous world.

"Hello, young man, which military district is it?" Bill asked. "You're fine."

It was the soldier Lyon who knew for sure that the old man Bill was from the army, and his qualifications must be very old. He might follow the Vietnam War that year. Military region, how did he know that I was in the military region? "you are…"

"I'm just a veteran returned from the Vietnam War. You don't need to care." The old man answered, and it seemed that he didn't want to ask Lyon anything. Perhaps he had seen Lyon no longer doubt him. To be continued

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