The Dark Barbarian Arrives in American Comics

Jessica heard a noise above her head, and a beam of light flashed across her eyes.

Now she is losing the slight sense of security brought by the iron door, and the only thing she can do is to tighten the weapon in her hand.

"fighting?"

Her thinking began to become sluggish in fear, until the stench of the zombies spread into her nasal cavity with the gradually widening cracks.

At this moment, Jessica's body felt like she was waking up from a dream!

In previous encounters, her body and consciousness had fought more than once when contradictions arose. At this time, she had not noticed that her body was ready to fight.

After her consciousness became a little clearer due to the movements of her body, the stench of zombie pus in her mouth made her vomit.

As everything in the stomach was blurted out, the energy previously replenished was greatly lost due to vomiting.

Vomiting causes the body to lose a lot of energy and cuts off the body's access to energy.

With a crunching sound, the metal door panel was completely torn open, and a pair of arms covered with rotten flesh stretched out from the cracks in the door panel, scratching casually.

This disgusting arm crossed directly in front of Jessica's eyes, stirring up a pungent stench.

There was a scratch, and the ax in Jessica's hand subconsciously swung over, cutting off the walking corpse's arm.

Then she stood up and prepared to fight, or in other words, her body subconsciously prepared to fight.

No one knows how many zombies are left, and this battle will only end when one side has no more people capable of action.

No one would expect a girl who was still in fear to remember how many zombies she had killed. Even Orak could not remember the specific number of these zombies during the non-stop fighting.

"ha!"

Jessica yelled, in this way suppressing the burning sensation in her stomach after vomiting. Before her consciousness was completely clear, she had already rushed forward!

As Jessica smashed the zombie's head that stretched through the crack with an axe, the iron door was completely shattered.

Several zombies squatting above the iron gate fell to the ground, knocking the charging Jessica to the ground.

As Jessica swung her hand ax, all the claws that reached towards her fell to the ground.

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"What would you like to have?"

Bulcasso asked Tony, who had just come in, without raising his head, while hammering the metal block one after another in his hand.

Now it is rare for him to feel a sense of crisis. After all, Malthael's existence is a threshold that he cannot get around.

The killer monkey hangs on the door frame, swaying there like a swing, which looks quite comfortable.

Only Tony would look up from time to time, and the two monkey paw marks on his face had not completely disappeared.

"I wonder what's going on with that car, it doesn't look like a normal machine."

Tony waved and pointed at the pickup truck outside the door, and then asked Bulcasso in front of him. His eyes glanced at the killer monkey from time to time, and he still cared a little about this monkey.

But now he was more concerned about the pickup truck outside that he couldn't understand.

Although Tony's question was not one that was difficult to answer, it reminded Bulqueso of something.

That is, Matthew was sent to the Holy Mountain, and his car had not been cleaned.

"I forged it bit by bit, but I adjusted the power system. Doesn't it look pretty good?"

Bulcasso put down the hammer in his hand, and then looked at Tony directly.

When talking about forging craftsmanship, Bulcasso rarely showed such joy.

Today, Jill is still taken care of by Frank, so there is nothing to worry about.

Frank, on the other hand, was holding a pistol in his hand, pointing at Nick Fury in front of him, and the other hand was protecting Jill behind him.

Now that Nick Fury has become a little panicked under the huge pressure, he naturally thinks of Frank, his old friend.

"Man, Jill's school has asked for leave. You don't have to send him to school. Do you have time to talk to me?"

Nick Fury turned a blind eye to the gun barrel in front of him. After all, if Frank wanted to, he could not avoid the subsequent shooting no matter how subtle his tactical moves were.

"Are you hurt? This is not normal!"

Frank looked at Nick Fury in front of him, his eyes sweeping over his shoulders and waist.

This posture, which can reduce stress due to injuries, cannot escape his attention.

Nick Fury always uses a life substitute every time he meets him, even if he is injured, this should not happen.

After all, every life substitute is healthy.

"I hurt my soul, you have nothing to worry about."

Nick Fury's one eye was slightly closed to prevent his eyes from revealing anything.

However, this habitual action has no effect at all when facing Frank's back.

"You provoked an acquaintance of mine? Burcasso?"

Frank immediately guessed the source of Nick Fury's injuries.

"Okay, what do you want me to do here? Just tell me."

Frank felt his arm being pulled by Jill. Apparently the name Bulqueso made the child a little nervous.

"I need your power. SHIELD has lost a lot of combat power, and the Howling Commandos have almost been completely scrapped."

Seeing that his cover-up was meaningless, Nick Fury simply did not adopt the posture of an agent. He leaned back and propped up his chair with only two back legs. He seemed to be much more relaxed.

"Don't tell me that you plan to let me assassinate my benefactor? If you say that, you will directly lose this substitute."

Frank put away the gun and stuffed Jill into the bedroom, then pulled out another chair and sat across from Nick Fury.

"We found that Hydra has an armed force from the mysterious realm, and we are now seriously lacking in combat effectiveness."

Nick Fury said casually, looking up to the sky. Frank was one of the few places where he could relax a little.

"Then what are you going to do for me? Use a gun to send those things to die again?"

Frank opened the milk on the table and filled the glass in front of him.

I was enjoying the warmth of breakfast time with my son when a troublesome guy suddenly appeared here. This was not a good thing.

Frank's words were full of sarcasm. Although he knew that he would not be helpless when facing the enemy, he did not think that bullets could destroy ghosts.

"Vampire, our enemy this time is probably a vampire. Your method is very effective when facing those guys."

Nick Fury put one leg on the table, then picked up the other leg and guarded it against the table.

The soles of the boots were facing Frank, but fortunately there was no dust or anything on the soles of his feet.

"biu!"

A silenced gunshot rang out, a bullet hole appeared in Nick Fury's leg, and a handful of blood exploded.

It's just a life stand-in, so there's nothing Frank doesn't dare to shoot. After all, it's common for him and his old buddy to fight and fight.