Marvel's Death Merchant

"Okay, I understand, boss." Wesker said, then left.

Meanwhile, after Leon and Claire found the Green Hornet, they discovered that the zombies had taken over Hydra's base. And it was the Green Hornet who destroyed it; Leon only saw the Green Hornet's crimson eyes, containing boundless dark power.

"The ability to control zombies? It looks just like the one at Umbrella Corporation that controls Lickers," Leon thought to himself.

"Hey friend, it's good to see you're alright," Leon greeted the Green Hornet slowly.

"Who said we're friends? We just met." The Green Hornet said angrily.

"Really? Are we friends or not? Mr. Donas, you're my boss." Leon slowly began to walk towards the Green Hornet.

"Stop right there, or I'll kill you!" the Green Hornet shouted.

“Of course, I know you’re joking. You’re a superhero, and you may look ugly right now, but you won’t kill people easily,” Leon said with a smile.

Just then, the phone rang, and the group of people who had just relaxed immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

"Oh no!" Leon seemed to sense something dangerous and suddenly turned around sharply towards the phone.

"Don't move!" Marcus's voice rang in their ears.

“Marcus, you’ve finally shown up? But why didn’t you come here in person?” Leon shouted. Meanwhile, Deadpool and Claire began preparing for battle.

"Heh, looks like you guys still miss me. How's it going, Green Hornet? Feeling the power of the virus?" Marcus said, seemingly changing the subject.

“Of course. But I think taking you down is my current goal,” the Green Hornet said coldly, emanating a chilling aura.

“Oh, that disappoints you,” Marcus said, his voice full of mockery.

“I really want to kill you all myself. The reason is that you’re from Umbrella Corporation, but I’ll refrain from doing so because the Green Hornet provided me with the virus. Oh, and here’s a hint: I’ve planted enough explosives to level this research facility. It’ll explode in 15 minutes. Let’s see how lucky you are! And there’s more than just explosives here. Hahaha!” Marcus said maniacally on the other end, then pressed a red button on a communicator.

A thick steel plate slowly descended from the base like a curtain. "Let the explosions welcome you!"

"Goodbye, everyone!" Marcus then laughed, and the sound of the phone disappeared.

As the steel plate fell, everyone fell into complete silence.

"What do we do now?" Claire shook her head and asked.

"So what do you want? Do you want me to transform into Superman and smash a hole in here to rescue us?" Deadpool said in his usual trash-talking mode.

Just when everyone thought they were doomed, a voice slowly came over.

"Yes, it's you." As soon as Deadpool spoke, everyone snapped out of their daze and their eyes all turned to Deadpool.

"Uh..." Deadpool became the laborer, cutting with lasers time and time again until the reinforced concrete wall collapsed, revealing a large hole in front of everyone.

"As expected, you've been a help to us," Leon said excitedly, patting Wade on the shoulder.

"Looks like this is what happens when you open your mouth," Deadpool thought to himself.

After everyone left the area, Deadpool leisurely pulled out a map of the place from his computer and said, "We should go that way, then go around a bend, and then..."

"Is there an easier route? We don't have time! This place is about to explode!" the Green Hornet shouted.

"Boom boom boom..." Sure enough, a series of loud noises came from inside, as if it were some kind of creature.

Suddenly, a huge dark shadow appeared in front of the exhausted group.

This was a tyrant resembling a military overcoat, with a grayish-white body and enormous arms. The enhanced tyrant looked at the crowd standing opposite him, roared, and then charged forward.

Before anyone could react, his enormous arm reached out toward the Green Hornet and Leon.

"Bang!" The Green Hornet was the first to be hit by the punch, and he fell backward. Tyrant then ran over and kept punching the Green Hornet as if he were an important target.

The people standing by desperately wanted to help the Green Hornet, but apart from Deadpool inflicting only minor damage on the enhanced Tyrant, the others could only stand by and watch helplessly.

"Oh no! It's exploded! We have to get out of here right now!" Claire shouted. (To be continued...)

Chapter 288 Cleansing Operation

The darkness before dawn shrouded Raccoon City, making it hard to breathe. A star slowly rose in the sky, offering at least a faint hint that daylight was approaching and the light was about to descend. But the true light, however, was provided by humankind—a weapon capable of cleansing everything.

The sun, like a child, peeks out to see the world, as if afraid people will see it, before instantly piercing the darkness that shrouds the earth and people's hearts. However, the man-made sun is not so simple.

"Claire, when was the last time you watched the sunrise?" Leon and the Green Hornet, now out of danger, looked thoughtfully at the city on the verge of destruction from the helicopter.

"Hmm, it must have been during college. Chris was there too. What about you, Leon?" Claire thought for a moment and said seriously.

“I train every day, and my schedule is very regular, so I don’t have much time to look at that,” Leon said regretfully, shaking his head.

After the T-virus spread to this region, without human pollution or noise, time seemed to rewind millions of years, to a time before humans existed. The world seemed to have fallen into a period of chaos once more. Blue skies seemed to have replaced the gray ones. It's hard to say whether the extinction of humanity would be a good thing or a bad thing for the Earth. However, the fact that humanity is still alive proves its worth.

Three hundred and twenty-seven kilometers north of the United States, in a White House conference room, members of various factions had already fully discussed and agreed on what to do next.

"Has the president really made a decision? Using nuclear weapons to attack another country's territory could trigger a world war."

"That's right, it was that person who suggested doing it. After all, he represents the security of the country, and in this regard, the president has to take his advice. And most importantly, none of the superheroes disagreed, otherwise we would have been attacked too."

"Let's begin then."

"Boom!" The peaceful night was shattered by a huge noise, and the wasteland, covered with gravel and low shrubs, suddenly began to tremble violently.

Then, accompanied by a crisp "crack" of metal snapping together, the area, torn in half into two pieces spanning hundreds of square meters, gleamed with the unique metallic sheen under the moonlight. Beneath the primeval wilderness lay a large underground military base. The weapon launchers were slowly opening, and hydraulic supports were gradually building up power to lift the heavy metal launchers to the surface. The tall metal launchers carried several jet-black missiles, each weighing several tons, with the warheads clearly painted with a distinctive "yellow-black fan" pattern that countless people would avoid.

This was the source of Umbrella Corporation's confidence in ensuring Raccoon City's secrets wouldn't be leaked. The 10000-ton nuclear bomb, launched by the US military in a legitimate manner, was more than capable of cleansing it. The power of a nuclear bomb is immense; its violent explosion would be enough to turn the entire Raccoon City and everything within it into burning dust. But they hadn't considered that there was a peace-loving individual present, making the outcome even more devastating.

This operation is a cleansing operation, and the destruction will be utter and complete. Raccoon City in Tokyo will be the first to be destroyed, and most other areas will also be affected by radiation and shockwaves, with some things potentially undergoing unknown mutations.

"Boss, Raccoon City has been completely destroyed, and nuclear missiles are attacking in that direction." Tang Tian, ​​who was dealing with a problem, received an urgent report from Wesker.

"Okay. Reply to the Ministry of Defense's network system; I need to release more to purify this place." Tang Tian felt that the area should be more peaceful, so he prepared to release some weapons. As for other issues, Tang Tian didn't care about them at all.

“Yes, boss. How much should we use?” Wesker said emotionlessly.

"Of course, for the sake of peace, two or three will suffice, like Ivan the Great and the Tsar!" Tang Tian said calmly, seemingly oblivious to Wesker's dark expression.

Earlier today, on the advice of General Ross of the National Guard, the current US President opened his ever-present Peace Briefcase and issued the order to launch a nuclear attack. The commander of the underground base accepted the order and swiftly took action, preparing for the nuclear strike. Now it was time to begin. However, as the missiles were launched, the president was surprised to discover that Russia had also deployed missiles, and they appeared to be quite powerful.

"Whoosh." The tail of the missile, carrying several nuclear warheads, suddenly erupted with a dazzling plume of flame tens of meters long. The powerful kinetic energy of the liquefied hydrogen explosion easily propelled the missile off the launch pad. Then, the missile began its steady flight at Mach 3 at an altitude of nearly a thousand meters. In just eight minutes, the missile would reach Raccoon City and deliver its ultimate destruction—a giant firework, something created by humankind.

"Whoosh." Several meteors streaked across the sky from afar, trailing brilliant fiss. After the missile explosion, the world seemed to darken for a moment. The nuclear fission detonator of the nuclear bomb began to explode, and artificial suns began to rapidly split open. Due to the extremely high brightness, the space observation instruments around the epicenter appeared as if it were night.

After the explosion in downtown Raccoon City, a dazzling flash of light illuminated the sky. An even brighter flash, mixed with deadly rays, particles, nuclear dust, and shockwaves, hurtled in all directions, releasing light brighter than a million suns. Even though Tang Tian was far away, he could feel the immense light and heat; space was bathed in a reddish glow, like a sunrise. Then, Umbrella's missiles arrived, and another terrifying explosion began, targeting not only Raccoon City but also multiple other locations, where multiple artificial suns, each lasting for a minute, appeared.

However, what no one noticed was that a lizard was foraging on the edge of a nuclear explosion. Strangely, not only was it not destroyed by radiation, but the lizard's cells were also constantly mutating, and a new danger was brewing.

"Let the world be more peaceful!" Tang Tian said coldly, looking at the blurry image on the satellite, as if he had no emotion at all.

A massive fireball, covering an area of ​​several thousand cubic meters, erupted across many parts of the island nation. Moments later, it transformed into a terrifying fireball that shot upwards and surged wildly, bringing true peace to the entire city.

Not far from America, in a helicopter in flight, Leon held a control stick in one hand and a black briefcase in the other.

“We’ve obtained some new virus samples this time, which the boss might need,” Lyon said casually.

“That’s right, I also need to report on the Watchmen.” Deadpool said casually.

Suddenly, an emergency alarm blared in the helicopter: "Warning, warning, low fuel, low fuel."

"Fuck, what's going on? How could we be out of gas?" Deadpool cursed, speechless.

But his words did not silence the alarm. With a loud bang, the plane made an emergency landing in a makeshift football field on the outskirts of America. Fortunately, they were finally back in America.

Chapter 289 The Impact of the Purge

In an emergency shelter belonging to the Yashida family in the heart of Tokyo's Raccoon City, three days after the cleanup operation, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

After an unknown amount of time, Mariko Yashida woke up. Perhaps it was a special blessing from heaven that allowed her to stay alive.

This time was no different; Mariko Yashida felt someone shaking her arm vigorously. Moreover, she could clearly feel those hands trembling uncontrollably. Mariko Yashida could now clearly see the face so close to hers—it was Yukio, the adopted daughter of the Yashida family.

"Huh, that's strange. Why is it all white outside? Am I already dead?" Mariko squeezed her eyes hard, and then she could see a little more clearly. Yes, it was Yukio. She was walking towards her, and behind her, Yukio could see a thick, metallic iron door, but for some reason, it was completely closed. Mariko asked in confusion.

"Our country was destroyed because of that damned T-virus. Luckily, I have the ability to foresee the future, otherwise we would have been completely wiped out during the purge. Now I finally understand why the clan leader made us leave Tokyo and come to America." Yukio frowned and said angrily.

The sky remained a gloomy gray after the American military's cleanup, with relentless, howling winds whipping up swirling dust and debris. The ground was littered with the ruins of destroyed towns, and twisted, broken steel frameworks extending from the rubble. Several vehicles lay overturned, completely deformed, seemingly from a violent impact. Thick black smoke billowed from their charred bodies, but quickly dissipated in the wind. The interiors were burned to charred shells. The zombies on the ground had been largely wiped out; those remaining were adapting to the radiation-filled environment. Various creatures were constantly mutating.

Mariko looked out from inside the shelter. This once bustling Tokyo was nothing but dust. The original buildings were completely gone, especially near the center of Tokyo, where not even a rubble remained. Thick smoke billowed, obscuring the sky and lingering for a long time. All that remained was a name from history.

This once infamous place was bombarded by a nuclear cleansing operation. Several military helicopters began to circle above the ruins, aimlessly searching for any trace of important survivors. Members of several search teams, all wearing thick radiation suits, slowly walked across the wasteland.

Several hours later, they finally found a Yashida family shelter nearly 100 meters underground in Tokyo, where they discovered the two most important survivors of the Yashida family. Clearly, these two were luckier than the others. They hadn't died in the explosion; they had stubbornly survived. They didn't lack food. Besides them, thirty other Yashida family members survived, perhaps because the thick layer of concrete underground had shielded them from the massive explosion.

Since the Tokyo Raccoon City incident, Umbrella Corporation, a pharmaceutical company integrating biological research, development, production, and sales with military biotechnology ties, has been secretly conducting research and development on viruses. They subsequently began developing various biological weapons based on the Progenitor Virus and the T-virus. However, instead of being banned from all business activities by the government, their stock price continued to rise. Most countries believe that Hydra was responsible, thus designating Hydra as a terrorist organization.

Although not caused by Umbrella, the devastating consequences of Hydra have never been forgotten. However, this did not stop the T-virus development program. Instead, it escalated. The T-virus, thought to have been eradicated after the cleansing, was instead being researched by S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, and began to spread widely around the world. A global biological war was about to begin.

In the pitch-black shelter, someone suddenly called her name, and Mariko abruptly sat up from her slumber—or perhaps she hadn't been asleep at all. Then, as if she had found something, she rushed towards the cold, heavy iron door and pounded on it with all her might until her fists bled, before collapsing helplessly to the side.

The family members who had covered their heads and gone to sleep nearby didn't say anything or go to help them up. It was as if nothing had happened. Perhaps they had seen this scene countless times before, but they didn't continue because they were in danger themselves.

Mariko lowered her head helplessly. She was so hungry she was about to faint, and she hadn't had water for two days. But she clearly remembered that Yukio had a small piece of bread left on her, something Yukio had painstakingly saved over three days. There was nothing else to eat after washing.

Although Yukio and Mariko were very hungry, they couldn't eat. The murky air in the cave, combined with the strong smell of corroded rubber, made them feel very uncomfortable, which was why they had no appetite at all.

From that dark depths, though the sound of water dripping onto the ground could be heard continuously, none of the dying people went there to grab the water to drink, because everyone knew that the water was contaminated with the T virus and radiation, and those who drank it could only suffer a painful and slow death.

The shelter, which the Yashida family had built some time ago, was now filled with an atmosphere of despair and death!

Yukio glanced at Mariko lying beside the iron gate, then at the rusty gate itself, and a sudden urge to go mad washed over her. It was as if the gate had been suddenly opened, and a group of figures entered. A thought flashed through their minds: Someone's here! Someone's come to rescue us! And indeed, Yashida Ichiro had sent his elite troops to plead for Mariko's return to America.

Then, Mariko involuntarily stood up and staggered towards that direction. Perhaps if she reached there, she would truly be saved. Yukio felt the same way, because he saw the future and knew some things about the future.

Mariko quickened her pace, but just as she took a step, a hand grabbed her arm. Mariko turned her head, her face full of anger, wishing she could kill the person who was stopping her! But when she saw that familiar face, Mariko suddenly realized how stupid she had been to have such a thought. Yes, the rescuers had arrived.

Chapter 290 BSAA

Harada's tone remained gentle, but he said softly, "Mariko, wake up! Don't fall asleep, your grandfather sent me to find you." Harada shook her arm vigorously until it hurt Mariko's bones. Mariko blinked hard, slowly making out the extremely tense face, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

When Mariko looked at the iron gate again, she found it had opened, creating a gap just large enough for a person to pass through. They had entered because they knew the location. Mariko finally snapped out of her daze, cold sweat pouring down her back. Just thinking about what had just happened, how she had almost become like the family members who had collapsed, a walking corpse, unconscious, slowly waiting to die—the mere thought sent chills down her spine.

Mariko looked at that face again and smiled, saying, "Harada, I'm fine! It was just a dream. Yukio and I should go now; it really doesn't feel good here."

Hearing Mariko's reply, Harada's face relaxed slightly. He looked at me and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that I was really alright. He said, "Mariko, I'm so glad to see you're okay! I was really scared just now! I didn't want you to disappear from this world like this. You're my only remaining family member."

Harada searched for her hand with both of his, his eyes filled with seriousness, as if afraid that I might disappear if I wasn't careful. Mariko replied, "Thank you so much, Harada. I can finally leave this place."

The cleanup operation lasted about three days, as many more people died quietly there. As of now, people from other countries don't care how many people are still alive, since it's not their country anyway.

Those who still had some strength quietly carried the dead to a pitch-black corner, piling them up like cargo, their faces unreadable. They did this not as an act of charity, but simply to make room for the living. It was too crowded. This was the situation throughout Tokyo and the surrounding area, where irradiated and mutated materials were slowly rising to prominence. The future truly held many uncertainties.

The Yashida family and other members of the island nation's elite transferred their wealth, or sold it cheaply to American powers—a clever way to exchange wealth for protection. The Yashida family also sacrificed a great deal; after selling off most of their profits, their scientists and technical personnel joined Osborn Industries, becoming affiliated with various powerful entities.