Chapter 202 Frank shot
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 tighten the weapon in her hand.
“Fight?”
Her thinking began to become sluggish in fear, until the stench of the zombies spread to 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 with the movement of her body, the stench of zombie pus in her mouth made her vomit.
As I blurted out everything in my stomach, the energy I had replenished before was greatly lost due to vomiting.
Vomiting will cause the body to lose a lot of energy and will cut off the body's access to energy.
There was a crunching sound, and the metal door panel was completely torn open. A pair of arms covered with rotten flesh stretched out from the cracks in the door panel, scratching casually.
This disgusting arm passed 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 her body subconsciously prepared to fight.
No one knows how many zombies are left. 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 Orac could not remember the specific number of these zombies during the non-stop fighting.
“Ha!”
Jessica shouted, in this way suppressing the burning sensation in her stomach after vomiting. Before her consciousness was completely clear, she had rushed Go up!
As Jessica chopped the head of the zombie that stretched through the crack with an axe, the iron door was completely shattered.
The zombies squatting above the iron gate fell to the ground in pieces, directly knocking the charging Jessica to the ground.
As Jessica swung her hand ax, all the claws reaching for her fell to the ground.
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"What do you want?"
Bulkessor asked Tony who had just come in without raising his head, hitting one hammer after another in his hand. Metal block.
Now he has a rare 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 want to know what's going on with that car, it doesn't look like a normal machine."
Tony waved his hand 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 is more concerned about the pickup truck outside that he cannot understand.
Although Tony's question was not one that was difficult to answer, it reminded Bulcasso 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?”
Bulkessor put down the hammer in his hand, and then He looked at Tony squarely.
When talking about forging craftsmanship, Bulcaisuo rarely showed joy.
Today, Jill is still taken care of by Frank, so there is nothing to worry about.
On Frank's side, he 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, an old friend. "Man, Gil's school has asked for leave. You don't have to send him to school, so do you have time to talk to me?"
Nick Fury looked at the barrel of the gun in front of him Turn a blind eye, after all, if Frank wanted to, he would not be able to avoid the subsequent shooting no matter how subtle his tactical moves were.
"Are you injured? This is not normal!"
Frank looked at Nick Fury in front of him, his eyes sweeping over his shoulders and sides.
This posture, which can reduce stress due to injuries, cannot escape his eyes.
Nick Fury 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.
But this habitual action has no effect at all when facing Frank's back.
"You provoked an acquaintance of mine? Bulcasso?"
Frank immediately guessed the source of Nick Fury's injuries.
"Okay, just tell me what you want me to do here."
Frank felt his arm being pulled by Jill. It was obvious that the name Bulkesso made the child a little nervous.
"I need your power. SHIELD has lost a lot of combat power before, and the Howling Commandos are almost completely scrapped."
Nick Fury saw that his cover-up was meaningless, so he simply Instead of assuming the posture of an agent, he leaned back and supported the chair with only two back legs, looking much more relaxed.
"Don't tell me that you plan to let me assassinate my benefactor? If you say that, you will only directly lose this double."
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 our current combat effectiveness is seriously insufficient.”
Nick Fury said casually, looking up at the sky, in Frank’s case, he was One of the few places where you can relax a little.
"Then what are you going to ask me to do? Use a gun to send those things to die again?"
Frank opened the milk on the table and filled the cup in front of him.
I was enjoying the warmth of breakfast time with my son when a troubled guy suddenly appeared here. This was not a good thing.
Frank's words were full of sarcasm. Although he realized 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 in facing those guys."
Nick Fury put one leg on the table , then picked up the other leg and placed it on 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, and 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.
At present, 6,000 words have been updated, and the remaining 8,000 words will be posted around five or six in the afternoon. I have to take a rest...
(End of this chapter)