Journey Through the Marvel Universe Starting from the Zombie Universe

In the quiet corridor, the light rain outside the window knocked on the glass windows, making a faint sound. On the gray walls, the dim lights cast a faint halo.

In this dim light, the door at the end of the corridor was ajar, with a faint light coming from inside.

That's a ward.

Under the light, some furniture and beds inside can be vaguely seen, and only the faint dripping of rain can be heard here.

The wind gently blew open the hidden room.

An old man with silver hair is lying on the hospital bed. His face looks slightly old, his hands are calmly pressed on the quilt, his eyes are closed, as if he is meditating or resting.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, and four reflections suddenly appeared in his bloodshot blue eyes.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Matt sighed: "Let's do it."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and the old man lost control of his uncontrollable emotions. His sobs echoed in the ward: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for you."

This helmet protects the wearer from all forms of telepathy and psychic damage.

A gunshot pierced the silence of the ward, and blood covered the white hospital bed. The lights in the room went out, plunging the entire building into darkness, and the rain continued to fall.

Matt nodded and reached out to wipe the raindrops off his sunglasses. Although he didn't need or have eyesight, he was no different from ordinary people in this little habit of life.

This sudden vision caused the old man's already busy brain to shut down, and he began to work hard to understand everything that was happening in front of him.

Bai Ye waved for Frank and Pietro to get in the car, then looked at the old man standing in the rain like him and said calmly:

"There are still some differences. In order to win people's hearts, they will temporarily treat the people under them better. At the same time, there are not many people who can do it to the same level as Lao Wan."

The old stick man said slowly, and after speaking, he hammered his back. At his age, he really couldn't withstand the torment of Kuaiyin leading people to run.

And the fourth the fourth.

The old man lying on the hospital bed, when he saw the fourth phantom person, the familiar face with the same silver hair as his own appeared in front of him, his eyes widened, and he was at a loss for a moment.

There is absolutely no shortage of revenge and blood in this world.

"boom"

Now that Magneto is dead, the closest location geographically is Hulkland next door.

And these identical people were working hard to carry several corpses. The corpses had begun to rot, but they could still see similarities with this group of people.

"At first, they would have thought this was another act of cruelty by their master."

Then got in the car.

But rather than the discomfort in his back, he cared more about what Bai Ye wanted to do next.

Frank's behavior was in line with human nature, but it was not what Gunsou wanted.

He carries a gun and bullets that do not contain any metal materials with him all year round, just for times like this.

"Tomorrow morning, the rain will stop, and the citizens of Salt Lake City will also discover the bodies on the ground." Bai Ye wiped the raindrops from his forehead, and a cold feeling penetrated into his skin.

"No, we won't go looking for Hulk, let's let those greenskins have fun for a while longer." Bai Ye said and put on the helmet. He checked it before taking it. There were no traps on it and it was very clean. .

After Frank put a bullet into Magneto's head, Bai Ye did not leave in a hurry, but got what he wanted first.

Bai Ye listened quietly to Gunsou's teasing words. He didn't speak, but silently raised the purple metal helmet in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Next to a canyon in the desert, several men who looked exactly the same stood together. Their hairstyles, bandages on their foreheads, and looks were all the same, as if they were copies of the same person.

The old man on the far left holding a metal stick can kill him with just a flick of his finger.

Not when he punished those lower species.

There is a line of black numbers tattooed on his arm, which looks like some kind of number. There is a purple metal helmet on the bedside table at hand.

"And after a while, Magneto's servants will discover the fact that he is dead, and those who have been prepared to replace Magneto will also rise up."

"If that's the case, please spare me this old bone."

His thoughts began to become confused, as if he was touched by something important. Then, his face twisted and he burst into tears.

The Punisher looked at the old man lying on the bed crying, there was no wave on his face, only indifference. He pulled out the pistol from his waist, the transparent parts on the gun shimmering.

But before their faces came into close contact with the ground, everyone showed a relieved smile.

And such a good thing would be a bit too extravagant for only one person.

There was a trace of anger in his eyes, his eyes were firmly fixed on the old man's forehead, and the muzzle of the gun moved up accordingly.

"Also this is only temporary and we will be back here soon."

"Really?" Matt shrugged, somewhat disapproving of Bai Ye's words, "Then what are you going to do next? Kill the Hulk?"

"I thought the Magneto I killed wasn't supposed to be a psychopath lying in bed."

The group of men carried the body toward the large hole dug with shovels in front of them, and there were faint whispers and curses coming from their mouths.

However, due to the desolate wind and the surge of air above the corpse, these sounds were very vague.

There was nothing special about the two people in the middle. The skull seemed familiar, but that familiarity quickly slipped from his thoughts.

After moving his neck and getting used to the feeling of multiple things on his head, he opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. He said to the old Daredevil who was still standing outside: "Let's go find an old friend of the X-Men first. , then you will identify with me.”

"Does this sound no different from when Magneto was around?" Stickman asked.

The iron nails driving the poor people outside the building also loosened and fell off. Their weak legs could no longer support themselves on the two iron poles, and they fell immediately.

The four figures appeared on the street a few seconds later. There were still no lights or figures, but there were countless mangled corpses on the ground near the building.

Wanda will not read other people's minds because of her moral level, but other people in the wasteland are not necessarily good or bad.

Today's hallucination came too early. In the past, these ghosts crawling out of his memory would only come to him when he was about to fall asleep.

"Then what? Magneto is dead, what's next?"

In the vast wasteland, there are a total of four biggest super villains who rule separately. From left to right, they are: Hulk - Magneto - Doctor Doom - Red Skull

But he calmed down and began to analyze the hallucinations in front of him one by one, as a way to pass the time.

Suddenly, they stopped what they were doing at the same time, raised their heads together, and focused their eyes on the yellow sand in the distance.

There seemed to be a low roar of an engine over there.

Thank you to the book friends for drinking Mingyue Shuang together for the 100-point reward, and thanking the book friends for sending the waiter for the 200-point reward.

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