Marvel’s Death Merchant

At night, many years ago, Leon vaguely remembered that I was still a middle school student. That night, the stars were shining in the sky, but the moon was dimming. His father took him to look at the sky from the back hill of his home. He asked him what he wanted to do, and he told his father at that time that he wanted to be a police officer.

He remembered that the moon was getting darker and darker that night, and there were too many stars to count. The surroundings were extremely peaceful... But at this time, just like that night, it was a peaceful and beautiful night. People were chatting and laughing, and when the door was opened, it felt like home. But what accompanied them was the roars and screams. The blood looked mysterious and alluring under the illumination of the street lights, although I didn’t know where the electricity came from in this city that had long been succumbed to the virus.

These roars and the pouring of their bullets seemed to be playing a funeral song. The sound was passionate, but every sound would take away a bloody human life. I don’t know how many times it was, the third or the fourth time? The "tapping" sound of tongues of fire was almost unheard in my ears. This peaceful night seemed like hell with the accompaniment of gunshots.

"Bill! I'm almost out of bullets!" Zoe shouted, and Leon almost never thought that just a few hours after leaving the police station, their bullets were almost used up.

"Oh...this infected person is so disgusting..." Leon complained.

"Hey, brother, it's too late to feel sick now, Xiao Xiao is behind you!" Louis suddenly shouted, and Leon almost knocked back the moment he heard it, like an ordinary zombie, and Leon shot him without thinking. Send that guy away. Since sniper rifles are not convenient for close combat, he usually uses the Sand Eagle or the P1911 given to him by Francis.

"There will be a gun shop in the mall ahead later, let's go there to replenish ammunition!" Bill shouted, retreating to load his M16 while leisurely lighting a cigarette for himself. "Get back to that bus and leave!" After saying that, Bill stepped forward again.

"Let's go! Get in the bus, we can defend it there!" Zoe echoed, and several people retreated into the bus with the door open under the cover of Bill and me. And after Leon confirmed that they all went in. He and Bill gave up shooting and ran into the bus.

With only one door to guard in the bus, this wave of zombies was quickly dealt with. The last few remaining ones were cut by Francis. I don't know where this guy found a brick. It seemed that he was not only a motorcycle rider, but also a gangster. Well, maybe the concepts of bikers and gangsters are not that different.

Bill lit a cigarette. Leaning comfortably on the car seat, Zoe looked out the window and wondered what she was thinking. Louis cleaned up the dead bodies on the car door and moved them out. After a while Francis came back.

"I think we need to change our strategy." Bill took out the cigarette, shook it slightly, and put it back on his mouth. "I'm afraid our ammunition won't allow us to hold on to the mall." After Bill said it, I also checked it. , 2 sniper rifle magazines, and the Sand Eagle and P1911 only have a total of 3 magazines.

"What should we do?" Zoe asked, looking at Bill seriously. After such hellish training, I think this girl's mind must be quite strong.

"Francis, don't you know how to drive a tractor? Start the engine of this car." After speaking, Bill threw down the half of the cigarette and crushed it with his foot. Leon was surprised, did he want to use the car? But on this road...oh, yes, this is a bus.

"Bill, how many times do you want me to say this? I'm not driving a tractor!" Francis looked dissatisfied.

"In my eyes, that roaring car is a tractor. Come on, stop talking nonsense. Start the engine and use your car stealing skills."

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

"We just need to go to the mall." Bill replied, thinking the same thing as Leon. "Then they go to Mercy Hospital, leave this hell, and never come back."

"Boom."

Accompanied by passionate songs in the car, they drove away in the bus.

Francis drove the car and roared forgetfully. To be honest, he would rather fight the infected than listen to Francis's pig-killing singing.

Under the leadership of Bill, the zombies also became excited with the songs, and Louis was actually dancing. Bill sat aside and shook his head helplessly. At the same time, he also said: "I knew that sooner or later I would be killed by you, and I would definitely be killed by you!......"

“everyweeksthesame!

“stuckinschool,solame

"zy!"

"Hoo!!" Francis cheered, swaying excitedly from side to side in his seat to the tune of the music. And this bus is like a bulldozer, shoveling away the surrounding vehicles.

Leon helplessly leaned against the car window and shot the zombies chasing around him. He fired two shots, but Bill stopped him and asked Leon to save ammunition. He took out a Molotov cocktail and threw it far away. In an instant, the zombies were drowned in the sea of ​​fire.

“gettingupat8amit’scrazy!

"tiredofbeingtoldwhattodo~~

"sounfairsouncoil.thedaytolong!"

The music continued, while Leon and Bill threw two Molotov cocktails at both ends of the car window, blocking the way for the zombies behind them.

"Francis, how far is it?" Bill asked, while Leon admired the beautiful wall of fire behind the car, as well as the zombies whose whole bodies were covered in flames, yelling and struggling to run, but in the end they fell to the ground helplessly and flew away. The scenery is like a fire.

"Hahaha." The rugged man laughed, "We'll be there in half a minute!"

The music ends after half a minute as Francis crashes the car into the mall with guns blazing. Several of them fell to pieces, and the front of the car was probably damaged, and the music stopped.

"Oh...Francis, I'm warning you I'm going to kill you tractor driver if I'm late!" Bill cursed and got up from the ground.

"Ah...haha...a mistake...a mistake!" Francis raised his hands and smiled, showing his yellow teeth.

And Leon also got up, without saying anything, and got out of the car. This was a shopping mall hall. There were no lights and the light was very dark. I could only barely get a rough look.

"Leon, it's yours." Francis smiled and threw something to me. I caught it and found it was a tactical flashlight, "Haha. You should hang this thing all over your body. The zombies will be scared by you, haha." Leon was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot and just installed the flashlight on the sand hawk.

"Bill, do you know which floor the ammunition store is on? Leon asked, while changing a magazine on the Sand Eagle.

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

"Okay, let's set off." Leon shouted, leading the way up the opposite stairs.

"Actually, I think he is a fanatic." Louis spread his hands to Francis, obviously talking about Lyon. And Francis picked up the shotgun and pointed it behind Louis with a "bang", and then the zombie fell to the ground with holes in it.

"I found that you are very careless." Francis said and went upstairs with Bill.

"Oh... you scared me." Lewis said, looking back at the zombie body, giving it a casual kick, and then caught up with them.

Then the tongues of fire started to string together, and these various infected people were killed in this way.

They all stayed for a while. Zoe first prayed for the world, and then two or three of them knelt down, clasped their fingers together, and prayed to God.

Soon, Leon heard a little sound, little by little, and then became louder and louder as time passed.

"It's crying." Zoe suddenly raised her head. (To be continued...)