Marvel’s Death Merchant

After a short exchange, Lyon already knew their origins. Last time they didn't know the names of some people because they left here fast. That old man is of course Bill, Vietnam War veteran, others unknown. The woman's name was Zoe, a first-year student at Sauron University. There is also a speeding party, called Francis, who is very rough.

"Louise, come here for me," Lyon growled.

"Oh, what's wrong with you, you know this guy Louis." Francis Haha smiled and patted Louis' back, and I ignored him.

"What about the fat man" Lyon stared at Louis coldly.

"He and I were not with him," he justified.

"What's going on" Lyon asked. Next, Louis explained briefly to Lyon. This was the case, and as Lyon fainted, Louis and Pomo kept Lyon waiting for him to wake up. Later, as the Mercy Hospital released time getting shorter and shorter, Louis was very dissatisfied with Pomo keeping Lyon. After all, Lyon had been dizzy for 2 days. Bill waited before leaving. Those half bottles of antidote were still in Pomo's hands. As for where Pomo is now, Louis naturally does not know.

"Well, Louis is just for life, don't blame him." Bill said, he may be mistaken because Louis abandoned Lyon and the fat man.

"Of course I know." Lyon answered quietly. Now his biggest problem is how to integrate into their group. Lyon and them now have more or less gaps.

At this moment, while Lyon was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a song like Pavarotti sounding, not far away.

"Not a tank," Bill shouted.

"What is the tank?" Lyon asked in confusion.

"It's a special infection that can't stop running, this is his voice," Bill said, already running with them, and the other three asked nothing, and ran to the corridor with Bill.

"Hey, can you tell me why are you running? What kind of giant monster is the tank?" Lyon asked Zoe in confusion, but the girl seemed a little sad.

"The sound of the place where there is a tank can attract the zombies around here. The previous 3 people died when they met the tank. Once it appears, there will be countless zombies killed, we can't insist." The girl said. We have ran up the second floor corridor.

"So saying that the tank is tantamount to having control of the zombies, it can control the zombies to attack us," said Lyon. Bill's marksmanship was good. At this time, he replaced his pistol and shot a zombies in the way.

"It's not like this." Zoe shook his head. "It's not very intelligent. We knew something in the previous war. As long as it couldn't see us, it wouldn't attack. The emergence of the infection will cause the infected person to fall into madness, and they will continue to attack us. And it must not be too far away from us, otherwise the zombies will not find our "

"Oh," he said, and Lyon had an idea. "Bill you, cover me, I'll snip that tank," Lyon said, opening the window by the corridor and jumping over. At this point the tank had ceased to disappear, and the sound was heard again the moment he jumped in Lyon.

"What are you doing?" Bill watched Lyon jump from the window in the hallway, and maybe there was a fire that almost roared at me.

"I'll trust the tank, believe me," Lyon shouted. There was a car under the window. He squatted on the car at this moment, took out the sniper rifle, and the zombies around him suddenly yelled at him. Bill and Zoe began helping Lyon clean up the surrounding zombies.

Lyon closed his eyes and heard constant gunfire. The "three" zombies almost rushed to his side, and Zoe's marksmanship was also good, blasting the zombies' head.

The "two" corridor also began to run into the zombies, and Louis and Francis guarded with guns.

"One" Lyon opened his eyes sharply and felt that on the roof of the supermarket, his sniper mirror saw that guy very well. The huge arm of the tank was half the size of his body, and his eyes were blood-red, as if putting Light. Give Lyon a strange feeling. Then he aimed at its head.

The "bang" special tungsten steel armor-piercing projectile instantly killed the tank.

"Impossible, I've killed the infected one." Lyon shouted, confirming again with a sniper scope. He even lost his head, maybe another one.

"There may be more than one Lyon tank," said Bill's voice from above. At this moment, all the black crowds in the distance in the street were rushing towards Lyon.

"Unlucky" he whispered in his heart, ready to snipe again.

"There are more and more zombies in the Lyon corridor, Zoe and I can hardly keep you well," Bill continued.

"Give me some time," Lyon said, looking up again. "Where" He was secretly anxious, but couldn't find the figure of the tank. As the zombies got closer and closer to him, Lyon's forehead began to sweat.

"Bang," gunshots kept ringing upstairs. I suddenly caught the source of a sound behind me on the top of the building. He immediately pointed his gun at the top of the office building behind me.

"Lyon, you killed it, I didn't see you shoot," Bill asked.

"He ran away." Lyon resigned helplessly, ignoring the tide-like zombie in front of him, kicking his foot on the car, and then using the force of the wall, he held the window where Bill was. With Bill's help, he returned to the corridor.

On both sides of the body were piled up like mountains, and the corpse was still rushing. When Lyon returned to the corridor, Bill lit something and threw it out the window. At the feet of those zombies, there was a "fire", and a fire broke out instantly. It was a simple combustion bottle. Lyon had learned it before in the field. It could be made with a wine bottle and cotton and alcohol.

The five of them cooperated fairly well, but they resisted the zombies for a while. As they watched the number of corpses dwindling, they heard a burst of empty sounds, like a sharp knife. Lyon glanced back and found that it was a green tentacle-like thing, which bound Francis at once, and tied him back to the corpse.

"What the **** is this?" Lyon asked, afraid to shoot at random, for fear of accidentally hurting Francis.

"It's a smoker." Bill answered Lyon, at which point he grabbed an iron hook and smashed into the zombies. This hook is still very sharp, every time it is easy to hook a piece of meat on the zombie. From time to time, blood was splashing on Lyon, which was annoying.

"Save me" Francis's voice came over, and Lyon heard a coughing cough.

"Covering" Lyon called back. Regardless of the zombies in front, he slammed forward, and he felt a little dizzy for a while, and he almost fell several times after being punched and kicked by the whole group of zombies. And the old Bill marksmanship is accurate. Almost every time he rescued Lyon.

At this time Lyon also saw Francis behind the zombies, he had been pulled up the stairs by the tongue-like thing.

"Are you a man by Francis?" I yelled, and suddenly burst into strength to fight the streets with these zombies.

And Francis might realize that he was a man, he didn't know where to touch a dagger, and tried his best to cut the tongue that bound him, but his hand was also stuck, which was almost useless.

"Ah" Lyon roared again, picked up the hook and started pumping the infected.

In the end Lyon killed the infected person, and a slap broke through its neck. No, maybe it's not a neck, half of its face is full of huge tumors, and a burst of green mist bursts out when it penetrates. The tongue loosened, and Francis immediately rose.

"Oh this staircase hurts him." Said the **** ran up, pulled the hook from the smoker, and ran down to help Lyon.

"Give me the gun," Lyon shouted to Louis.

"Here it is," Louis said, and threw his p1911 pistol to Lyon. Lyon pushed away the two zombies in front of him and killed the infected.

"Damn guys come, die," Lyon growled, and every shot hit the zombies' head. Unfortunately, Francis didn't have many pistol bullets. About two magazines. Fortunately, there are only a few zombies left. After Lyon had shot the last bullet, the two remaining zombies rushed to Francis, and Francis happily sent them to hell.

"Hahaha. It's so easy to kill today" Francis laughed and walked down the stairs, Lyon thought that God might be jealous of him. The zombies at the feet of Francis slipped, and the gentleman who felt good about himself fell over due to the unstable center of gravity.

Lyon shook his head helplessly and walked carefully step by step. To be honest, stepping on the infected person was not good. The **** odor in the air made Lyon sick even if he got used to it.

"Ah, what a bad luck." Francis slowly got up. Slap the clothes with your hands. His face was covered with blood from the zombie, like a ghost. Lyon is not so good.

"Are you all right?" This old and powerful voice knew Bill at the ear.

"I'm fine, I don't know what happened to Francis," Lyon replied easily.

"Oh, I'm hurt, and I'm in pain all over my body." Francis' voice seemed to be killing a pig. "Especially just that."

"It's gotta hurt to fall on a carpet of infected people," Louis joked.

"I'm asking, have you been scratched or bitten," Lyon said solemnly.

"Oh ~ www.readwn.com ~ Are you afraid I'm infected?" Francis said, looking at Bill.

"Well, that's the case. We personally had injuries other than Zoe, but we didn't know why." Bill said, revealing a scratch on his arm.

As he said, they were all wounded. But nothing happened, Lyon suddenly realized that he was born with a special constitution of immunity to mutant rabies virus.

Lyon talked about his previous experience. It was already in Louis. They listened. After Louis's confrontation, they would naturally not doubt.

The zombies were dead in the corridor, and those corpses were piled up like mountains and covered the ground, making Lyon have to hope that it was a Hollywood movie.

"Actually we are making a zombie movie that we have to make." Bill said, patting Lyon on the shoulder.

At this time, Lyon knew that his separation from the four might be gone. To be continued. ~ Search the basket color, you can read the whole chapter later

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