Marvel’s Death Merchant

Night, many years ago, Lyon faintly remembered that I was still a middle school student. That night, the stars were shining, but the moon was dim, and his father took him at home to look at the sky. He asked what he wanted to do, and he told his father at the time that he wanted to be a police officer.

He remembered that night the moon was getting darker and the stars were countless. The surroundings were extremely peaceful, and at this time, like that night, it was a beautiful and peaceful night. People laughed and opened the door, which is the feeling of home. But with them was a roar and a scream, and the blood seemed mysterious and seductive under the illumination of the street lights, although I didn't know where the electricity came from in the city that had already fallen into a virus.

These roars and the pouring sound of their bullets seemed to be playing a funeral, the sound of which was exhilarating, but every sound would take away a **** human life. I don't know if it's the first time, the third or fourth time the "click" sound of the tongue has hardly been heard in my ears. This peaceful night is like **** with the sound of gunfire.

"Bill, I'm running out of bullets," Zoe shouted, and Lyon had barely thought about how many hours it had been out of the police station, and their bullets were almost used.

"Oh, the infected person is disgusting," Lyon complained.

"Hey, brother, it's too late to be nauseous now, behind you," Louis shouted suddenly, and Lyon slammed back almost as soon as he heard it, like an ordinary zombie, and Lyon shot him without thinking that guy. Because the sniper rifle is inconvenient for melee, he usually uses the p1911 given by Sand Eagle or Francis.

"There will be a firearms store in front of the mall, we will go there to replenish ammunition," Bill shouted, withdrew 6 bullets for him, and lighted himself a cigarette lightly. "Retreat to the bus and leave," Bill said again after finishing.

"Into the bus, where we defend well," Zoe echoed, and several of them retreated under the cover of Bill and I into the open bus. Lyon confirmed that they had both entered, and gave up shooting with Bill and ran into the bus.

With only one door in the bus, the wave of zombies was quickly resolved. And the last few were taken away by Francis. I don't know where this guy found a brick. It seems that he is not just a cyclist. Still a bummer. Well, maybe the concepts of cyclists and foolishness are no different.

Bill lit a cigarette and leaned back comfortably in the car seat. Zoe looked out the window and wondered. Louis cleaned the dead bodies and moved them out. After a while Francis returned.

"I think we need to change our strategy." Bill took the cigarette, shook it gently, and put it back on his mouth. "Our ammunition will probably make it difficult for us to stick to the mall." Bill checked and checked , 2 sniper rifle magazines. Sand Eagle and p1911 also only have a total of 3 magazines.

"What to do then" Zoe asked, looking at Bill very seriously. After such **** trials, I think the girl's mind should be quite strong.

"Francis, wouldn't you drive a tractor and start the engine of this car?" Bill said, throwing the half of the cigarette off and crushing it with his feet. Lyon is weird. Does he want to use a car? But on the road, yes, this is a bus.

"How many times do you want me to say that I didn't drive a tractor?" Francis looked dissatisfied.

"The roaring car in my eyes is a tractor. All right, stop talking nonsense. Start the engine and use your car-stealing technique."

"But this bus can't go far. Veterans, do you want to play bumper cars?" Louis asked, spreading his hands.

"We just need to go to the mall," Bill replied, as Lyon thought. "Then they went to the Mercy Hospital and left this **** and never came back."

"Booming."

Along with the heated songs on the car, they left here by bus.

Francis yelled in a car, honestly speaking, he would rather fight the infected than listen to Francis's pig-killing voice.

Under Bill. The zombies were also excited with the tune, and Louis was dancing. Bill sat shaking his head helplessly, and said, "I know I will kill you sooner or later. You will be killed."

"Everyeekstsa

"Stue

"Parentssaythatazy"

"Huh" Francis cheered, swinging excitedly in the seat as the music tuned. The bus was like a bulldozer shoveling the surrounding vehicles.

Lyon reluctantly shot the zombies chased around by the window. He fired two shots, Bill stopped, and Lyon saved ammunition, and he took out a combustion flask himself. Throw it away. Suddenly, the zombies were drowned in the sea of ​​fire.

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The music continued, while Lyon and Bill threw two incendiary bottles on each side of the window, blocking the path of the zombies behind.

"Francis, how far is it" Bill asked, and Lyon admired the beautiful wall of fire behind the car and the corpse, which was already full of flames, yelling and desperately struggling to run, but finally fell to the ground weakly, Feier Fire-like scenery.

"Hahaha." The rough man laughed, "Half a minute left"

The music ended after half a minute, as Francis brought the car into a mall gun. They crashed a few times, and the front of the car might have crashed, and the music stopped.

"Oh Francis, I warn you that I am late to kill your tractor tractor," Bill scolded, and climbed from the ground.

"Ahaha moments of mistakes" Francis raised her hands and smiled, showing yellow teeth.

And Lyon got up, said nothing, got out of the car, here is the mall lobby, there are no lights, the light is very dim, and I can barely look around.

"Lyon, yours." Francis threw something at me with a smile. I picked it up and found it was a tactical flashlight. "Haha. You should use this stuff to cover your whole body. Zombies will be scared by you, haha." Lyon was too lazy to care about the idiot, and he mounted his electric hair on the sand eagle.

"Bill, do you know what ammunition store is on the floor? Lyon asked, changing a magazine for Sand Eagle.

"Well, if I still use my head, I want to be on the third floor." Bill said and patted his forehead.

"Okay, let's go." Lyon shouted and took the lead on the opposite stairs.

"Actually, I think he is a fanatic ~ www.readwn.com ~ Louis has spread his hands to Francis, obviously speaking Lyon. Francis picked up a shotgun and banged behind Louis, and then the zombies were full of holes. Fell to the ground.

"I find you guy careless." Francis went upstairs with Bill after he said it.

"Oh you scared me," Louis said, looking back at the zombies, kicking them casually, and catching up with them.

Then the tongue of fire was strung together, and these various infected persons were thus killed.

They all stayed for a while. Zoe first prayed for the world, and then they knelt down two or two or three, praying to God with one finger.

Soon Lyon heard a little sound, little by little, and then it grew louder and louder as time passed.

"It's crying." Zoe suddenly looked up. To be continued. ~ Search the basket color, you can read the whole chapter later

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