Marvel's Death Merchant

Now, Jack leaned against the church wall, gazing at the mountains on the other three sides. He was certain he was facing east, because the sun was about to rise.

The church was only about fifteen meters high, and Jack's current jumping ability allowed him to leap at least five meters vertically. After jumping, his alloy claws embedded themselves in the wall. He would then hang from it, using the momentum to launch another leap, reaching the roof in about three jumps. Once on the roof, things would be much easier. He would rest in this safe spot; after all, this area was too dangerous, teeming with all sorts of creatures.

Or, to make it even simpler, he could just jump up and smash the window open. The lowest window was only about five meters away from Jack, so it wouldn't be difficult for him to crash through.

Jack thought for a moment, then focused his strength into his legs. Just as he exerted force, his heart skipped a beat, and his sixth sense detected a strange and dangerous aura. However, the force had already been released and could not be taken back. Jack's body had already shot upwards, quickly rushing towards the lowest window.

But then a shocking change occurred. Countless dangerous auras surged into Jack's heart, assaulting his mind. His sixth sense seemed to be in disarray; he could only detect the dangerous auras but could not discern where the danger came from.

"Where exactly is it?" Jack thought silently, trying to solve the problem.

The description of this process takes quite a bit of space, but the actual process only takes a split second. Five meters is a distance that Jack can cover in less than half a second at his current speed. Moreover, Jack didn't even manage to jump to the window; the dramatic turn of events occurred halfway through.

The green vines that had been clinging to the wall suddenly transformed into moving tentacles, piercing Jack like sharp arrows.

These deadly vines stabbed at him like sharp arrows, and Jack, who was in mid-air, had no way to dodge them, instantly turning him into a hedgehog.

Fortunately, Jack possessed an adamantium skeleton. While these tentacle-like vines could pierce his flesh, they couldn't penetrate his bones. His vital internal organs were protected by Jack's pair of adamantium claws, preventing the arrow-like vines from reaching them.

Therefore, although Jack looks horribly injured, like a giant hedgehog, he is not actually seriously wounded. Furthermore, the C-virus, after attacking the vines, simulated the intensity to prevent the vines from fully penetrating.

But Jack knew that the "killer vines" would not stop there. Barely suppressing the pain in his body, Jack swung his claws to chop at the vines that were as thick as fingers.

The Alloy Claws only swung once, but the Killer Vine reacted immediately, with clumps of vines shooting up from the wall, like a net, covering everything.

The mutated vines are extremely troublesome, and Jack currently has no way to deal with them.

There was no other way; at this moment, all he could rely on were his claws. Jack continued hacking at the vines clinging to him, swinging his sword at the limit of his physical capabilities.

Suddenly, my body swayed. My sixth sense immediately told me that the vines couldn't support my weight anymore!

Meanwhile, the net woven from vines had completely enveloped his body. But he remained unmoved; as long as he could return to the ground, no net was too strong to fear. His adamantium claws were indestructible, and Jack also possessed some high-tech weapons that could resolve the problem instantly.

With a "thud," Jack finally crashed to the ground, just as he had hoped. Just as he was about to stand up, everything went black as the dark green vines slammed down on him. It seemed as if all the vines on the wall were about to burst down, determined to finish him off.

Jack frantically swung his claws, but the adamantium claws were indeed indestructible; even the thickest and toughest vines snapped in two without hesitation. However, this localized advantage was useless; there were simply too many vines, and Jack couldn't manage to cut them all in time. The T-virus killer vines wrapped around me again and again, binding Jack like a dumpling, tightening their grip as if intending to strangle him to death.

"It looks like a mutated plant similar to plant number 42," Tang Tian muttered to himself, glancing calmly at the projector screen.

Chapter 299 The Weakness of the Vines

Jack, perhaps due to exceptional luck, survived this attack as well. After feeling a searing pain, he regained consciousness and immediately got up.

Jack found himself lying in a fire, the fire started by whoever it was. In Jack's mind, the most likely culprits were the mutants. The mutants who had just ambushed him had taught him some things, such as how the fire's effect would have been different if he hadn't been so powerful.

After quickly getting up, Jack discovered that his clothes and hair were on fire, and he frantically tried to extinguish them. His body, immune to the C-virus, was also facing a pack of zombie dogs, strangely, those dogs seemed to be under human control.

The zombie dog didn't attack proactively, as if it was afraid of something.

It was obvious that the weeds behind the church where Jack had been standing had been set ablaze by something, and were burning fiercely. The murderous vines that had tried to strangle and bind him were now cowering against the wall, not daring to cross the line.

Zombie dogs are also afraid of fire, so they don't dare to come closer. Although the T-virus is powerful, unless one reaches a high level, their body can still be destroyed by flames.

Between the low wall and the church wall, a distance of about ten meters, there is a plant growing mainly of wild grass and supplemented by shrubs and thorns. As long as the fire is not extinguished, it will eventually spread to the corner of the wall and burn the virus-infected vines to ashes.

"Woof woof." The barking of the zombie dogs made Jack realize that his situation wasn't so good after all. Jack counted them, and there were more than thirty of them, which was nothing to Jack at the moment.

The attack power of thirty zombie dogs, according to Jack's own estimation, should be no weaker than a single Hunter, and might even exceed it. Judging from their performance in previous experiments, zombie dogs are clearly not simple zombies; they possess a certain level of intelligence and emphasize cooperation among themselves. In a sense, zombie dogs are an important type of bio-weapon, although the Umbrella Corporation has never intentionally bred them.

"Where did all these zombie dogs come from? Could they have been prepared by mutants?" Jack wondered.

If it weren't for the flames blocking his way, the zombie dogs would probably have pounced on him long ago. Jack stood on that low wall, with long flames leaping both inside and outside the wall. Although he wasn't standing directly in the flames, he could still feel the burning pain of being roasted by the fire.

"It seems those zombie dogs came out of that tunnel!" Jack looked at the dark, seemingly unfathomable hole in the corner of the wall.

Jack had already spotted the black hole, but it was pitch black inside. He couldn't see his hand in front of his face, and his sixth sense detected a dangerous aura, leading him to believe it was most likely Godzilla's lair. Therefore, he didn't intend to go in and explore. In this region teeming with mutants...

"Where does this tunnel lead?" Jack asked Zeus hastily. The unusually lush wild grass and shrubs were set ablaze, scaring away the killer vines and thus saving Jack's life.

The pack of zombie dogs in front of them must have heard the commotion and that's why they came out.

“Of course, it’s this church!” Zeus replied expressionlessly, the virtual figure remaining motionless, always facing Jack.

Jack thought it was great that this was a church, so they could enter the church through this tunnel.

Jack had spent a considerable amount of time on the way, but since he had come specifically for combat, time wasn't an issue for him. Jack visually estimated the distance to the black hole to be about thirty meters; with his current jumping ability, that would be a matter of two leaps.

But getting through wouldn't be easy, because this horde of zombie dogs blocked his way to the black hole. And who knew how many mutants were inside? In other words, to enter the tunnel, he'd first have to deal with these zombie dogs, and then face something even more difficult.

Jack glanced at himself; the injuries he sustained in the secret passage had almost completely healed. However, many of the wounds inflicted by the thorny vines were still bleeding. Jack couldn't help but smile wryly; it seemed the vines on his body were poisonous, and he had also exhausted himself.

Jack had no wounds on his body and should have been very happy, but now he was completely overwhelmed by hunger, his stomach feeling like it was on fire. After several days of fighting, Jack had used up all the energy from his satiety potions.

Jack involuntarily glanced at the pack of zombie dogs, but then shook his head. The hunters Jack had eaten earlier, though biological weapons, were still high-energy creatures; the creatures in front of him didn't have enough biological energy.

Another point is that, in essence, they are the same: controlled by the T-virus, their metabolism is accelerated, leading to the destruction of flesh, heart, and organs. The stench emanating from them can be smelled from a great distance, which is why Jack won't devour the zombie dogs.

Without sufficient nutrition, Jack's injuries won't heal. Without full recovery, he can't unleash his full potential. Zeus once said that this radioactive place is teeming with dangerous radioactive creatures. Even without his injuries, Jack isn't confident he can defeat a monster of Godzilla's caliber. Going there with these injuries wouldn't be for the purpose of evolution.

Jack was trying to figure out what to do when, as he was thinking, the three zombie dogs at the front seemed to have received some kind of command. They barked and pounced.

They were incredibly fast, the flames couldn't stop them at all, and they were about to leap up the wall. The zombie dogs behind them seemed to receive some kind of command, and they all started to stir, barking wildly.

Jack took a deep breath, banishing all other thoughts and focusing his sixth sense at full power. Regardless, continuing to fight was what he was supposed to do; Jack had been fighting ever since arriving in the mutated region, which was why Tang Tian had made him fight.

With a whoosh, Jack revealed his alloy claws, pushed off with his toes, and was about to leap over when he took out his Gauss pistol, ready to kill the three zombie dogs that pounced on him. Then, gunshots rang out continuously.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots rang out in quick succession. All the bullets from Jack's Gauss pistol struck the three leaping zombie dogs, hitting them in the head, and then they fell to the ground like emptied sacks.

The flames quickly engulfed them, but the remaining zombie dogs remained unaffected. As if unaware of the death of their own kind, they all surged forward at the sound of the gunshot.

Jack was also somewhat surprised. He had fought various mutated creatures before arriving here. So Jack understood that the zombie dogs here might be controlled, and the experienced Jack understood the implications.

Chapter 300 A Simple Battle

Now it was time for Jack to prove himself, so he was prepared to use his weapons. Jack knew his boss was watching, so he would demonstrate not only his fighting prowess but also his overall skill and ability, including his firearms.

Although Jack's marksmanship in the virtual world is a transmitted ability, it is still experience transmitted from the virtual world, and his skill level is limited. He can only deal with one or two zombie dogs, but when a dozen or twenty zombie dogs rush at him, his Gauss pistol with limited ammunition is no longer enough.

Just as Jack was about to pounce, he pulled out something he had prepared and flicked it with his left hand, throwing a pale red, spherical object. Tang Tian wasn't surprised to see it; he knew it was an incendiary bomb.

The incendiary bomb landed right in the middle of the zombie dog horde, and after the violent explosion, the fire intensified. Jack stared intently; at least ten zombie dogs had been instantly killed or maimed, though many were fortunately engulfed in flames. But these burning zombie dogs hadn't lost their fighting ability; instead, they had transformed into even more dangerous fire dogs, their piercing cries creating an eerie spectacle.

Although the special incendiary bomb was quite powerful, it failed to kill all the zombie dogs. It landed in the middle of the zombie dog pack and exploded. While the zombie dogs in the middle were either killed or wounded, those who were charging ahead and those who were lagging behind were only momentarily halted in their movements due to the loud explosion.

They didn't pause for long before launching another attack, as if on command, ignoring the terrifying heat of the flames engulfing their bodies.

Jack was clearly surprised by these creatures, holding the Gauss pistol but not firing. Of course, there was another possibility: the pistol might have jammed, or the magazine might be empty. But that was unlikely.

Jack swiftly dodged the zombie dogs' attacks, taking down several. Then, as Jack fell, several more zombie dogs pounced. Using his sixth sense to anticipate their movements, Jack unleashed a flurry of flying kicks, each one falling dead with a series of soft thuds. Because they were in mid-air, they couldn't fully utilize their strength; these zombie dogs weren't killed instantly, but they were rendered incapacitated. Landing in the fire, they were set ablaze, their fate sealed.

Jack landed back on the low wall and glanced around. There were still fifteen combat-capable zombie dogs, a considerable number. With Jack's current abilities, taking them down wouldn't be difficult. But time was of the essence; he couldn't afford to linger. These zombie dogs were agile and nimble, making it difficult to eliminate them quickly.

Jack now couldn't help but regret not asking Zeus for some guns and ammunition when he left America. With a Gauss machine gun or a laser pistol, he could have taken them down in half a minute. Unfortunately, Jack was too engrossed in the adamantium claws he'd just acquired. He thought he possessed invincible power and had completely forgotten about firearms.

But as it turns out, firearms are still indispensable.

But at this moment, thinking about all that was too late. He took a deep breath, preparing to charge at the zombie dogs. Just then, the loaded pistol finally fired again—just another training exercise for him.

Jack was a mercenary, and his marksmanship was extremely accurate. As long as he had bullets, his safety shouldn't be a problem. Besides, he was incredibly agile; if he couldn't win a fight, he should be able to dodge.

Jack was fighting here, not so much because of his fighting ability, but because he hadn't received any supplies for a long time. The only real danger to Jack was the dozen or so zombie dogs inside the wall. They dared not stand in the fire, huddled at the back, blocking the entrance to the tunnel. Jack was about twenty meters away from them. Within that twenty-meter radius, flames flickered; although the fire was diminishing, it certainly wouldn't go out anytime soon.

Like the zombie dogs, Jack couldn't stand in the fire, but he couldn't confront them either. Time ticked by, and he grew increasingly anxious. Jack still had a day until his supplies arrived, but he was helpless and could only worry helplessly because there were no supplies available.

Of course, Jack couldn't care less about that now. He leaped across the twenty-meter distance in two bounds with all his might. As for speed, from Jack's own perspective, he had already reached the limit of his current physical capabilities.

Before Jack could even react, the zombie dogs were upon him. Jack secretly gloated and kicked them. The zombie dogs looked extremely ferocious, but their individual fighting strength was nowhere near Jack's current level. His kick struck one of the zombie dogs squarely in the skull. With his current strength and the power of his adamantium bones, the zombie dog's fate was predictable.

Jack's kicks were incredibly fast; after smashing four skulls, the remaining six zombie dogs only began to retaliate. The combined power of a group far surpasses the simple sum of its individual members, and Godzilla, such a successful creature, is no ordinary being. It possesses a rudimentary intelligence, seemingly capable of communication among its own kind, especially evident in hunting. Its ability to take advantage of Jack's fights with the Lickers demonstrates Godzilla's remarkable intelligence.

Six zombie dogs attacked Jack simultaneously from six different directions, blocking all his escape routes. Jack could fend off one or two, but not the others. If Jack hadn't possessed a sixth sense, the final outcome would have been predictable.

Jack possessed a sixth sense, which was equivalent to having an amazing ability to observe, something that ordinary senses could not match. To the naked eye, the zombie dogs' attacks seemed to have no sequence, but with the sixth sense, the sequence was very obvious. After all, these zombie dogs were not Terminators and could not act in perfect unison.

Taking advantage of this gap that was invisible to the naked eye, Jack took a step back, but crouched forward. At the same time, his left claw rose to attack, while his right claw reached forward.

The zombie dog that attacked from behind Jack lunged forward, crashing into his left paw and instantly striking his head. The zombie dog that charged from the left was silently pierced through the skull by his right paw.

These two zombie dogs were the fastest, and naturally, they were the fastest to transform into real zombies. At the same time, the zombie dogs in Jack's left and right paws instantly became his weapons. With a flick of his left hand, the zombie dog in his paw flew out and collided with a zombie dog charging straight ahead. His right paw swept to the right, delivering a fierce attack to a zombie dog running out from the right.

Jack's current strength is immense; the force of four zombie dogs colliding with each other shattered into pieces. This demonstrates the terrifying power of Jack; he still hasn't quite gotten used to absorbing biological energy.

Jack's series of movements, seemingly complex, were actually completed in an instant, in one smooth motion, without the slightest pause. The four zombie dogs were easily dispatched by Jack.

Chapter 301 Crisis Resolved

Jack and Wesker have similar personalities; both evolved for the purpose of fighting. Jack came to the mutated region to develop his own strength. Unlike Wesker, who was lucky enough to have his strength multiply after fusing with the virus, Jack needed to fight to gain even greater power.

In truth, Jack's combat evolution wasn't simple. If he had planned it from the start, even the slightest error in that series of actions could have completely altered the course of events, perhaps even reversing them entirely. For example, now that Jack's energy was depleted, he was slightly slower in all aspects, which could have allowed him to be torn apart by zombie dogs attacking from both sides. If he had been even slightly slower or less inclined to bend forward, his back would have been completely exposed to the zombie dog behind him. If his attacks had been even slightly slower or faster, he wouldn't have been able to instantly kill four zombie dogs as he is now.

Even so, Jack only managed to kill four zombie dogs. It might seem easy, but it actually consumed a lot of biological energy, and there are still two left to deal with.

The two attacked from the left and right front respectively, but Jack had just thrown the zombie dogs off his alloy claws and didn't have time to swing his arm to kill them.

In this situation, it's either them or Jack. While death is unlikely, they will at least be irreparably injured, since viral repair requires biological energy. Given Jack's current physical condition, it is severely lacking in the nutrients needed for self-healing. If it is seriously injured, the outcome will be equally dire.

"I can't get hurt," Jack told himself.

Because he was leaning forward and hiding elsewhere, Jack couldn't see the two zombie dogs, but his sixth sense could clearly perceive them, even more clearly than what his eyes could see.

With the help of his sixth sense, Jack quickly came up with a plan, throwing himself forward to avoid the first attack from the two zombie dogs.

As soon as he lay down, he rolled over, face up, his paws pointing upwards. He knew the zombie dogs' attack would arrive immediately, so there couldn't be the slightest delay.

Sure enough, just as he rolled over, a zombie dog pounced on him. Seeing the zombie dog charging, Jack instinctively plunged his weapon into its abdomen. The adamantium claws were incredibly sharp, cutting through it without any resistance. With a gentle, instinctive flick, Jack dismembered the zombie dog, as easily as a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

Jack quickly tossed the zombie dog away, only then realizing he'd made a simple mistake: he'd completely forgotten about the other zombie dog. His attention had been so focused on it that he'd almost forgotten about it entirely.

By the time Jack spotted it, he knew there was no escape. The zombie dog pounced on him. At that moment, Jack had just thrown away the zombie dog and was trying to get up.

He could even feel the zombie dog's teeth about to bite his neck. In that critical moment, Jack had a flash of inspiration and caused the zombie dog to bite his shoulder, dodging the fatal blow. However, Jack still had some flesh torn from his shoulder by the zombie dog.

Jack pulled out a regular pistol and fired a shot into the zombie dog's head. The zombie dog was instantly killed.

Jack got up from the ground and looked at the place where the battle had taken place. He then noticed that he was dressed as a beggar again, and at first glance, he looked just like a beggar.

Jack had fought various mutated creatures for so long, and his losses were quite significant. Unlike Wesker, who only suffered minor bloodshed after a fierce battle with the Black King, Jack was much weaker. His clothes, which were fine half an hour ago, were now practically tattered. Although he didn't have any wounds now, numerous marks of varying sizes remained on his body.

After the battle, Jack couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The only reason he was here was because of his limited abilities; it was as if he possessed superhuman powers but couldn't fully utilize them. His father, Wesker, had only perfectly integrated a small amount of the virus, yet he could deal with mutants with great ease, while Jack himself had ended up in such a sorry state.

After cleaning up the battlefield a bit, Jack turned around and headed toward the entrance to the tunnel.