Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Harbor.

As countless survivors began to board the ship in accordance with Baron Zemo's orders, the last remaining large-scale human city on the coast was completely deserted.

This caused the guys who arrived later to miss their target.

"Boom!"

The footsteps of countless zombies thundered like war drums, a dark mass with their scarlet eyes wide open in bewilderment.

These controlled zombies didn't have much subjective consciousness to begin with, and not every one of them was qualified to be personally endowed with intelligence by the Queen of the Dead.

But as the captain of the guard, Okoye was undoubtedly one of the top zombies.

Her action plans and operational efficiency have always been admired by all leaders.

Okoye gently brushed the marks on the ground, his gaze slowly moving upwards, watching as the originally messy footprints gradually became neat and orderly, all extending towards the harbor.

"He knew we were coming."

Okoye's voice carried a mechanical bitterness, yet also an inexplicable sense of oppression, as if countless decaying gears were grinding together. "But it doesn't matter. They think they're safe, but they have nowhere to escape."

His scarlet eyes gazed at the deep blue sea, and an invisible spiritual force instantly spread out.

In the serene blue depths of the ocean, a massive population feeding on the remains of a whale is precisely located.

On the shore, Okoye brandished her spear, the clanging of metal echoing loudly. At the same time, behind her, a golden streak of light streaked across the heads of the crowd, rapidly heading towards the depths of the sea!

"The Queen is calling us; move forward and seek out all worthy targets!"

……

Inside the raft prison, a celebration for the living finally begins!

Thanks to Hanlu's unreasonable abilities, the raft prison, which was originally somewhat frugal, is now unusually extravagant!

Almost all food items are now being distributed without limit!

Whether they were survivors who had originally lived there or soldiers on duty on the shore, their faces were filled with long-lost smiles.

"Look, it's a hamburger! It has beef! I haven't had one since the cataclysm!" someone cheered, holding up a hamburger with shining eyes.

"Look at you, so ambitious, even eating mutton." The person next to him joked with a laugh, weighing a piece of glistening roasted lamb chop in his hand.

"The lamb is too gamey, I'll wait for the hairy crabs, and have two more to be enough!"

Joy is contagious.

Everyone threw themselves into this rare banquet, and the Red Guards even stood boldly in the center of the venue, shouting "Everyone here is a younger brother" and challenging each other to a drinking contest.

Unexpectedly, he was physically strong. After drinking more than two hundred people under the table, he was still able to turn around and toast with John Walker, which made everyone laugh.

Icarus also unexpectedly joined in.

Although his mechanical body could not be numbed by alcohol, the joy in his eyes as he looked at the lively scene before him filled him with hope for the future.

Moonlight Blade stood in the corner. Although the food was conjured, it still satisfied the taste buds. Seeing everyone's happy expressions, he felt genuinely gratified.

At least humanity still has this last safe haven.

The banquet lasted from day to night, and the chefs in the kitchen worked non-stop, steaming, boiling, frying, and cooking, just to keep up with the pace of these "hungry wolves."

From the top of the railing, Hanlu looked down at the jubilant crowd below. Some people had already jumped onto the tables and started acting crazy while drunk. In the oppressive post-apocalyptic world, everyone desperately needed this kind of venting.

He took a sip of his nutritional drink and wondered: Maybe next time I'll try peanut milk?

Why aren't you going downstairs?

Zemo walked over carrying a bottle of 82 red wine.

This wine was a counterfeit product that Hanlu described as being "made". Although it had flaws, it was a rare comfort for Zemo, who had not tasted a decent wine in a long time.

Hanlu shook her head: "I have a feeling that something is wrong, like there's something watching us all the time."

"Don't worry."

Zemo swirled his wine glass, his tone relaxed. "It's Atlantis's piranhas gnawing at the deck; they can't bite through it."

What we should really care about is that Namor you mentioned.

Despite this, he smiled – with Icarus around, even the Hulk in the water could be smashed!

Zemo felt even more confident after witnessing the power struggle between Icarus and John Walker.

Hanlu was still somewhat dazed; he always felt...

Since coming into this world and constantly taking on physical form, he seems to have undergone some subtle changes.

He found it difficult to describe the feeling.

It's like a piece of ice slowly melting in water; it's perfectly intact, yet it feels like it's being torn apart.

Zemo swirled the red wine in his hand: "You're not used to banquets like this, are you?"

"Perhaps." Han Lu smiled, then asked, "What kind of person does the Baron think I am?"

Zemo pondered for a moment and replied, "Content with the status quo, yet unable to restrain oneself; clearly capable, yet lacking confidence."

"That's spot on."

Hanlu was not surprised at all, and even somewhat admired him, saying, "It is a person's greatest virtue to know himself."

I know my limits, which is why I'm willing to share my strength and move forward together with everyone.

Zemo listened, swirling his wine glass thoughtfully.

He is becoming more and more casual in front of others, and even dares to drink with the Red Guards.

But the more time he spent with those heroes, the more certain he became that, compared to those pure heroes...

The Asian man next to him, who usually doesn't talk much but always manages to grasp the key points, is the real key.

It's not just the strange little things they created, or that special ability, but this...

This view seems to definitively assert their essential nature.

He discerned the pattern of the Cold Dew solar term—

Similarly, as long as they don't get in each other's way, they are definitely the most powerful allies.

Just then, a rapid ringing of a bell echoed throughout the venue, abruptly ending the celebratory atmosphere.

"Damn it." The Red Guard cursed under his breath and was the first to stop moving.

John Walker, Icarus, Moonblade, Matt, Yelena, the Iron Lady, Kamala, Katie, Lily the Black, Shang-Chi, the Merchant of Death… everyone stopped cheering and looked at Cold Dew and Zemo on the fence, their eyes already filled with premonition.

"Everyone,"

Standing on high, Hanlu raised her cup, her voice steady, and everyone looked up.

"The banquet has to be temporarily suspended. We'll come back and continue drinking after we win, for tomorrow!"

Everyone raised their glasses, their blood boiling: "For tomorrow!!!"

Amidst the clinking of glasses, no one knew what awaited them, but at this moment, everyone's gaze was filled with determination!

They've brought everything onto this ship!

All they can do is finish what they can do last!

At least, I have a clear conscience!