Marvel’s Death Merchant

There is one place in the world of the Marvel Lord World that is most different. It contains fear and grudges. Even so, the plague will not give up invading this place. It was a psychiatric hospital in Atlanta far from the city, where many mental patients were detained.

"Oh, click, squeak." The sound of the iron door opening in this desolate place seemed very harsh. For a long time, the heavens of the Lord's World seemed gray, as if it had lost all vitality and was full of silence.

"Okay! You get me in, hurry up." A sick man pushed a man in sick clothes into a ward. The recent plague means that the spread of the virus has been very serious and it is basically impossible to organize of.

The man looked around, and there were two beds in the room, a white table against the wall, two wooden chairs, then a cubicle toilet, and a man curled up in a corner, crouched, low. In the head, say nothing.

"Damn, I actually got into the mental hospital, the **** Ambrella company." The man was very thin, turned his head, and sat on one of the beds.

"Hah! That's my bed!" A weird laughter sounded, as if laughing.

"Oh? Really? Then I change a bed!" The man walked to the other bed and lay down disdainfully. He was also an ordinary person, but he was also caught.

"Ha ha ha ha!" The weird man in the corner smiled again, as if he didn't care about his attitude.

"You neurosis! Be quiet!" The newcomer said angrily.

"Okay! My name is Jack, how about you?" The weird man still lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you, I told Stoke to remember this name, he will make you unhappy." Stoke said very unhappyly.

"Stoke? Well, a good name, huh, Iron Man called Tony Stark?" Jack whispered.

"I'm not Iron Man. I'm from the Hydra organization. After meeting the people of Ambrella Company, I pretended to be mentally ill, and I was sent here." Stoke said with his legs crossed.

"By the way, I'll tell you what's the use of this? You're mentally ill! But I, it's not!" Stoke seemed to divide the boundaries on purpose.

"Hahaha!" Jack looked up. "I have a plan and we can escape together!" He was wearing a white undershirt and the light blue shorts on his legs looked funny.

"Oh? Really? But you're a mental patient, would I believe what you said?" Stoke was even more dismissive, as if he didn't believe it.

"No, hehe. I'm not! I'm like you! Hehe!" Jack stood up, he wasn't very tall, he approached Stoke.

When Jack walked in, Stoke saw his face clearly. He was a typical Mediterranean. The rest of his hair was like yellow weeds, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his slightly camel was contrasted, which made him Looks very old.

When Stoke heard this sentence, he felt a shock in his heart. Perhaps this world is so coincident, this world was destroyed by his highest-ranking officer.

"Hi! Whether you believe me or not, but at least listen to me! Ha!" Jack seemed to like to laugh, but was obviously mentally out of order.

Stoke lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "Looking at you, it seems very confident. Speak for it."

"Huh! Hehe." Jack stepped up and whispered to Stoke. Anyway, he was caught by the Ambrella company and can only go on like this. If he is known to be a member of the Hydra organization, it will be impossible.

Then, in the evening.

"Yeah!" In the ward, Jack slammed at Stoke, punching him in the face.

"I depend! What are you doing? You **** lunatic!" Stoke immediately returned a leg, and then they started to fight.

Jack didn't wait for Stoke to finish, and knocked Stoke to the ground with one punch, and then the two immediately scuffled together.

A caregiver is visiting various wards. In psychiatric hospitals, almost all wards are locked with heavy iron doors, and special keys are required to open them. These keys are usually located in the guard room or in the specially inspected hospital Hand. The sickness guard is usually equipped with simple weapons, such as sticks, and some sickness guards even carry narcotics, anesthetic needles, tranquilizers, and guns! Of course they are basically men.

When he inspected the end of the ward, there was a sound of collision.

"What's the matter?" He leaned on a small rectangular piece of toughened glass above the iron door and looked inside.

"Fack, **** it!" Stoke threw Jack over the shoulder and fell to the ground, severely.

"Fack, **** it, what are they doing?" A doctor held the stick and opened the door.

"Hi! What are you doing? Stop me!" The sick man shouted at the two.

The two men tore together and shouted for no reason, treating him as air.

"I said you two ~ www.readwn.com ~ stop me." He flicked his stick and waved at Stoke.

Just then, Jack flickered from Stoke, suddenly holding the doctor's head and bumping against the wall while covering the doctor's eyes, hugging him and ramming.

"You **** neuropathy, let go of me." The doctor dropped his elbow and shook Jack.

"Fack, **** it!" The doctor turned and kicked Jack, then fell down and gave Jack a stick, then used his hands and feet to tear him together.

"Ha ha ha!" Jack smiled strangely. Because it's just a trap, a plan to let them go.

Stoke picked up the stick he had prepared and quietly walked towards the sick guard. This was removed from their chair.

"Go to sleep!" Stoke gave a moment's strength. "Wow." With a muffled sound, the doctor fell to the ground.

Jack stood up, wiped his blood and said to Stoke, "Hey, take the key, let's go!"

"Find it! Let's go!" Stoke retrieved the key from the sick man.

"Click!" The key twisted and the external iron door was opened. At this point, the two had escaped from the area of ​​the ward.

In the guard room, three people were playing poker leisurely.

"Jamie! You lost again!" Said a thin man.

A man sitting opposite him pointed at the monitor next to him and said, "Wait! Look there!"

"Don't look away! If you lose, you lose!"

"No! You see for yourself!"

On the screen, two men in sick clothes sneaked out of the ward area.

"Damn, someone escaped!" Shouted.

"What are you waiting for, let's go! What these lunatics might do!"

Jamie picked up the black electric baton hanging on the wall, glanced at the monitor with several others, and rushed out. (To be continued.)