Journey Through the Marvel Universe Starting from the Zombie Universe

Looking at the charred corpses, zombies and ruins along the way, Hank inevitably felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have just used his huge body to eat up the guy from the demolition team in two bites.

This is my first time being a zombie. Creatures that have been dead for more than ten minutes taste like eating mud, and chewing a zombie into your mouth is like eating shit.

Right now, these zombie heroes are completely eating like crazy with an attitude of trying to catch the fish. They often catch one person and take two bites before throwing them to the ground to bite another one. In this way, they bite more than ten people and don't even get half full!

Damn it, I really calculated it right. If this goes on for a long time, there will be nothing left to eat in the world!

Then he thought about the Black Panther imprisoned in the basement, and Hank couldn't help but smile at the corner of his bloody mouth. Fortunately, he was smart and knew how to stock up on food from the beginning, so that when these idiots had nothing to eat in the future, he would still be there. You can sneak into the basement and have a good meal.

Yes, you can also become the size of an ant, so that the two ounces of meat on T'Challa can be eaten for a longer period of time!

His whole body was excited because of this wonderful fantasy. Eating alone was a double satisfaction both mentally and physically.

"Come on, Colonel, what can you do? We all listen to you!" Hawkeye threw away the bones with a few shreds of meat in his hand, stood up and clenched his fists, shouting.

And now, Hank just wants to have a feast with Jarvis

He noticed the bloodstains on the ground, which seemed to have some kind of guiding effect. An instinct drove him to follow the bloodstains. He paced forward, with strange but fast steps.

Even if they become zombies, the status among the Avengers has not changed much. The colonel is still the leader of the team, and you must listen to him no matter what happens.

Hawkeye looked sad at first, with a bit more sadness on his face, but the next second he changed back to his hungry look: "Look at what you mean, don't you want to eat?"

Hank waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he didn't mean that: "What the hell! I'm hungry and I'm about to eat. Let me tell you, there's nothing wrong with this now."

His goal became clearer and clearer, he knew someone was here and there was fresh meat waiting for him. His movements became more urgent, rushing forward wildly.

"Agree!" Several zombies in the room responded in unison.

But Hank didn't step forward directly. He scratched his hair with his blood-stained hands and couldn't help but ask: "Then what's next? Why don't we formulate, uh, an Avengers plan or something like that?" "

The zombie wearing the stars and stripes grinned ferociously, its mouth twisted into a hungry slit, revealing sharp teeth and broken teeth, with a fishy breath.

The Wasp girl who was lying aside also turned around and shouted happily: "Welcome home, hubby. When your piece of delicious and juicy meat rotates between my teeth, I know that you will eventually join us." "

Of course, the content of the chat now is no longer about how many good things you did today or how many people I saved, but about where you can get the softest and most tender meat.

Soon, these zombie heroes had eaten their fill, sat on the ground with their big bellies to eat, and started chatting along the way.

"ah?"

The American colonel turned his head, his eyes sparkling with excitement and hunger. He stretched out his rotten arm, grabbed a piece of meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Luke Cage bared his fangs, laughed and slapped his chest.

"Ha! What do they have in mind? Apart from giving me two more mouthfuls of meat, what else can they do?"

"That's right. Although they didn't cause us any real trouble, they are still very annoying. No one wants to be suddenly shot with a rocket while eating meat, right?"

He laughed wildly and kicked open the door, ready to enjoy those delicious meals.

"We haven't seen Fury yet? SHIELD has been sending people to stop us from spreading this gospel."

"Hahaha, I didn't eat enough outside, but it's the same now if I eat enough!"

"Go and find Nightcrawler. I saw him eating people in Central Park back then, and all the guys who can fly and fight. Find them all. Tell them it's time."

His voice was hoarse and full of desire, and he almost roared: "Pim! Come on! Although you are a step late, there is fresh flesh and blood here! Come join us in the carnival, and we will share a bite with you!"

"Ha! How many people have we killed in just this moment, and we don't expect any way to atone for the mistakes we have committed."

Even now, I have to pretend to be a little bit different, and I must not let anyone notice that I have hidden a piece of meat, not even Janet!

Arriving at the Avengers House, Ant-Man shrank his body to normal size and pushed open the door with one palm. If he had a mirror in front of him now, he would be able to see his dry and hollow face.

This is too disrespectful. After doing so many things, don’t you feel ashamed to still want to be a hero?

The halls of Avengers House had lost their former splendor in his eyes, and were now a stage of horror filled with mutilated remains. Trails of blood guided Ant-Man through corridors, rooms, and stairs, and he bit his lower lip tightly, feeling an overwhelming excitement.

The bloody path eventually led him to a room with a door ajar. He stared at the door, saliva dripping with rancid smell.

"Is anyone there? Jarvis?"

What he said was true. Fury sent out three teams with heavy firepower in an attempt to eliminate Wonder Man, but it was a pity that those guns couldn't even leave any white marks on his body.

Hank was picking his teeth with his hand. When he heard this, he turned back to the leader of the Avengers. He was not thinking about finding the antidote and turning back into a human being.

He shouted loudly, but he couldn't hide the weird voice.

Now Luke Cage is silent. It is true that his skin can withstand various bullets and even missiles, but nuclear bombs?

Here's the meat, he really hasn't tried it, and he doesn't really want to try what it would feel like if a nuclear bomb hit him. The feeling must be unpleasant.

Different from the movie universe, in many comic universes, Tony Stark really has a human butler named Jarvis, just like Alfred from Batman next door, but Jarvis is not very popular and does not How come there are so many appearances?

It's just that the scene in the room is a bit unsatisfactory. The American Colonel, Luke Cage and others are enjoying a meal together.

"You just hiccupped and said you had a plan, Pim? Then I really have a plan." The American colonel, who had eaten and drank enough, stood up unsteadily and patted his belly.

The American colonel sneered and saw the zombies around him shaking their heads before continuing with satisfaction: "They can't deal with us now, but if they find that there are no civilians in the whole city and throw a few nuclear bombs, who of you are confident that they can?" Survive?"

The American Colonel bent slowly and grasped his shield with rotten fingers. Most of the red, white and blue coating on the shield's surface has peeled off, exposing the shiny metal underneath. It made a dull metallic friction sound when it was picked up, as if it was the last resistance in the dead silence.

"Avengers, assemble!"

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