Marvel’s Death Merchant

"Claire, don't come to Raccoon City." As everyone knows, curiosity is the most primitive driving force of human beings. As soon as Claire finished her college graduation exam, she hurriedly drove her motorcycle to Raccoon City.

Claire was driving quickly on a motorcycle. When she could already see the buildings in Raccoon City, she was surrounded by a double-layered steel barrier set up on the road. Surrounded by Umbrella Company mercenaries and the US military plus Steel Warlord mercenaries were three A force was stopped, and Claire was a little confused, because the army plus two companies with relatively strong overall strength, and their entire bodies were wrapped in dark, tight-fitting strong fiber combat uniforms, and their faces were also wearing gas masks so they could not be seen clearly. They have submachine guns in their hands, and each of them has the iron blood unique to soldiers. And there are thousands of human-controlled mechas with a sci-fi feel around them.

A 5-meter-high pure metal double-layer isolation belt cuts off the entire highway, leaving only a thin gap in the center for pedestrians to pass through. Behind the isolation belt are two neat rows of medium-sized tanks. From time to time, tanks move. Of course, the highway is , keeping the road open.

There were blazing crimson flames burning on both sides of the road, and the surrounding temperature was extremely high. The flames enveloped the car and all the objects that had been burned to char. It was unknown what was burning. There was a strange burnt aroma in the air. Claire smelled it. It was disgusting.

"Can I pass here?" Claire asked the mercenaries guarding here, and they quickly agreed to let them go, because the order given to them by the Umbrella Company was: "No entry, no exit, no matter who it is, as long as they want to leave Raccoon City...shoot to kill!"

Therefore, those citizens who escaped from Raccoon City were stopped here, and then their lives were ended in cold blood by the mercenaries. Their bodies were burned along with the cars under the road. This time, Umbrella Company's supplies were extremely sufficient, and they wanted to Make sure that no one can leak this secret, and anyone with knowledge is included in their purge...

"What on earth happened to this city?!" Claire rode a motorcycle into the city. She had already seen half-solidified splattered black-red blood on the road outside the city. However, although the amount of bleeding was quite large, Claire strangely did not find a body...

After Claire entered the city, she found that the situation here was even worse. The whole city seemed to exude an aura of depression and death, like a huge whirlpool devouring flesh and blood. It seems that as soon as you step into this place, you will lose your life immediately.

"Squeak -" Claire pushed open the door of a Western restaurant on the roadside, and the spring pull shaft was pushed and pulled, making a slight friction sound. This bustling Western restaurant, which used to be bustling with people, was now eerily quiet. Claire slowly walked inside. , there was no one inside, only broken glass and overturned wooden tables and chairs. The snow-white walls were covered with shocking bloody palm prints, and there were traces that seemed to be torn and scratched with five fingers. The ground was everywhere because of The black and red coagulated blood was dragged and scattered... There was still no body.

"Tear..." A sound like ripping silk kept coming from behind the counter. There seemed to be a crisp sound of viscous liquid dripping down. Claire swallowed and walked slowly and carefully towards the counter. When she reached an angle where she could see the back of the counter, even as steady as she was, she let out a suppressed sound. scream.

The chef in the apron slowly turned around and looked at Claire with empty and scattered pupils. Half of his pale face had been torn off, and the bright red gums and broken teeth stained black and red with blood were exposed. There was still a piece of putrid flesh and blood that had just been torn off in his mouth, and there was a trace of yellowish-white fat on the dark red piece of flesh...

"Hey. I didn't mean to disturb your meal." Seeing this terrifying scene, Claire suddenly panicked and stumbled backwards. The chef zombie and the waiter who had just been eaten by it both stood up. Found more delicious food...

The zombies stretched out their hands, and the wind blew their vocal cords and made a harsh howl. They staggered towards Claire, the T-virus gave them a strong appetite... not enough! Far from enough!

Claire kept backing up, and the zombies coming out from behind the counter had blocked the entrance to the western restaurant. After taking a few steps back, Claire was already leaning against the wall... There was no space for her to escape behind!

No no no! Claire suddenly remembered. She had previously dined with Chris in this Western restaurant. When Claire was chatting with the waiter, she heard the waiter say that this Western restaurant had a back door specifically for the entry and exit of goods. Claire hurriedly ran to the back door in the direction of her memory. She turned the door handle hard and prayed: "Don't lock it!"

Claire was quite lucky today. The back door of the western restaurant was indeed unlocked. She opened the door and ran out, but as soon as she took a step, she saw the black muzzle of an M1911 pistol pointed at her eyebrows. Claire His pupils shrank, and his eyes focused on what was nearby... The person holding the gun was a handsome man with short blond hair, with a stern face. Looking at the girl who seemed to be stunned, the blond man said succinctly: "Lower your head!"

"Bang! Bang!" Claire lowered her head obediently. She had already heard the heavy or fast footsteps of zombies and infected people behind her, followed by two crisp gunshots. The M1911 in the hand of the blond man spit out deadly tongues of fire. Two high-speed rotating bullets accurately shot into the eyebrows of zombies and infected people, and exploded with the slurry in their brains...

"Are you okay?" The blond man helped Claire, who was in shock. A trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, which were almost completely covered by his blond hair: "I am Leon Scott Kennedy, a police officer who came to Raccoon City. To think that I encountered something like this when I first arrived here..."

Raccoon City Underground Laboratory

William Birkin opened the incubator again. At a constant temperature of 37 degrees Celsius, he was delighted to see that the purple-red filamentous plaques had almost occupied the bottom layer of the Petri dish, and the numbers on one side of the incubator were A test tube of t and g ancestor viruses filled with purple-red liquid and cold blue was also placed well. William closed the door of the incubator with satisfaction. In another twenty-four hours, he would be able to obtain more g-virus samples, which the new company boss would need.

Moreover, the new boss took the g-virus with him, although I wonder why the boss didn't bring more people with him. However, according to Wesker, who obtained the T and G mixed mutant virus F plant, he said that when he contacted his new boss, the boss didn't say anything, and a fight with him resulted in Wesker being beaten up.

"(To be continued.)