Marvel's Death Merchant

"We came from other dimensions. We possess power surpassing that of werewolves and vampires; these are the powers we acquired." Tang Tian stood up and said this. He didn't care about the numerous biohazards in the Marvel main universe, because his return would change everything.

Tang Tian and his group's goal was to find vampires and werewolves in this world, including humans, so they came to the werewolf's gathering place.

"I'm sorry, Elder Michael, we failed to capture him and lost ten werewolves. Besides, the ground was covered in ice." One of the werewolves said fearfully.

"Useless, you are all useless." Lucien had sacrificed a lot for this plan, and this was the result, which greatly displeased him.

Lucien was furious. He couldn't believe that his many subordinates couldn't even capture three special humans. He had originally hoped to create a completely new race to replace the werewolves. Only then could he hope to defeat the vampires, kill Victor, and avenge Soria. But now, the situation was so dire that the blow was more than just a slap in the face.

“I have to do everything myself. However, I also need to meet with those special humans. They seem to be vampires, and they don't spare either werewolves or humans.” Lucien was indeed no simple character; he was quite pleased with his assessment of the situation.

"Puff puff puff..." The sound of the Terminator helicopter kept ringing out, and Lucien looked at the helicopter above with surprise. That thing was clearly a high-tech product, and it was even impossible for humans to possess such a weapon. This situation might have been what kept Lucien from taking action.

"Enemy detected, all stand by." Lucien knew that the visitors were hostile, so he ordered the werewolves around him to prepare. There was no other way; the power of vampires and werewolves was gradually diminishing, and humans were slowly awakening. It was possible that humans would be eliminated in a short time.

The helicopter slowly landed, and the werewolves tensed up. The situation was dire; if things weren't handled properly, they would be the ones killed. The werewolves' best weapon was the assault rifle; they didn't have much else. Later in Underworld, vampires and werewolves were wiped out by humans, essentially bringing both races to the brink of extinction.

"You are known as werewolves, the kings of darkness. Very well, I've finally met you." Tang Tian, ​​dressed in a suit stained with ink, said calmly to Lucien lying on the ground, his tone full of distinctive characteristics.

"Vampire." Lucien's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he saw Selena, and countless ultraviolet bullets rained down on them.

"Hehehe, interesting. The ultraviolet bullets you invited to be made by the traitors of the vampires are quite good." Tang Tian said disdainfully when he saw these ultraviolet bullets. Then he used his gravity control power to fix these bullets in the air.

"What? How is that possible? What kind of power is that?" Lucien stopped attacking and stared blankly at the bullets fixed in the air.

"Surprised? You must be wondering what kind of power that is! Ordinary power couldn't possibly have such a change. You must be thinking about these things too!" Tang Tian said calmly. Deadpool saw the bullets and used the White Dwarf Samurai Sword to slice through them all.

"Your power is the scent of humans, and you possess these special abilities. What exactly do you want?" Lucien was a smart man. After observing the situation, he understood Tang Tian's purpose. If they attacked directly, they would be finished.

"Hehe, that's an interesting question. That's also why I'm here," Tang Tian said calmly. The werewolves around him couldn't sense any of Selena's terrifying scent on them, so they said with some helplessness.

"We're here for you. I'll give you new power. I have only one purpose. You can choose to refuse, but you need to consider the consequences. You need to think this through carefully." Tang Tian slowly walked over and looked into Lucien's eyes, speaking calmly.

"What is your purpose? It seems that whatever it is, we cannot refuse," Lucien said fearfully, for they had no other choice.

"Our purpose? It's very simple, just like what you see. We're here to grant you power," Tang Tian said with a smile, which surprised the werewolves even more. They were quite astonished that such a terrifying enemy didn't intend to kill them.

"Why? What do you need me to do?" Lucien asked bluntly, unsure of their true purpose.

"My purpose is singular: you must obey Michael, and that may grant you more power." He knew Lucien would agree; after all, he was a human with divine power, and only a fool would gather such a group.

"What? Why should I obey that guy? Just because he's your subordinate?" Lucien said sarcastically to Tang Tian, ​​who looked at Lucien with amusement.

“No, no, no, you don’t need to obey when you come out, you only need to fight. This is very important.” Tang Tian lit a cigar and calmly said to Lucien.

"Michael, let him witness your power, unleash your strongest power! Release it to the fullest!" His boss's words made Michael serious; this was something he didn't need to consider.

"Roar." Upon hearing the command, Michael unleashed his most powerful form. The power of the Hulk and Iceman devoured the genes of the original vampire and werewolf, and Michael now resembled a giant blue werewolf.

"Such power, yes, it has surpassed that of the progenitor William." Lucien thought in surprise, he had not expected things to turn out this way.

“Alright, the power of coldness. No wonder he made me obey this former human.” Lucien already knew where the problem lay, so he didn’t say anything.

"Master, from now on, the werewolf is yours. You are our king." Lucien said, kneeling down. They hadn't expected Lucien to do this, and given the dire situation, they needed to do something.

"Get up! Let's go! We're leaving here. The mission here is almost complete. We need to find our next target." After Tang Tian finished speaking, he told Michael and Selena to stay behind, and he and Deadpool left.

Chapter 576 Changes in the Main World

Things are going well in the main world, and Tang Tian is also acquiring some things in the movie world. Everything is developing in a positive direction, which is very important.

The mutant team's jeep was badly damaged after the battle. It almost stalled and was belching thick black smoke just outside the base. Fred went over to take a look, then closed the hood. The jeep was totaled. He turned to the black officer on guard and asked incredulously, "You said there's a base not far ahead?"

The Black man said casually, "You've seen those helicopters, haven't you? They came from over there."

"And now, none of the helicopters that have been flying overhead so frequently seem to be coming back." The black officer also had a bad feeling. None of the helicopters that flew out have returned so far, as if they were running away. If that's the case, then something must have happened to the base ahead. They didn't dare to think about it anymore and silently prayed that it wasn't like that.

Fred slung his shotgun over his back, counted the remaining bullets, and put them in his pocket. He laughed and said, "Whether you see us or not, it's all the same. Whether there's a base or not, meeting people like you is pretty good. At least we're survivors."

Victor took three empty plastic bottles from the car and placed them under the dashboard. He carefully positioned the bottle openings to the fuel inlets, and soon the fuel was gone, filling only two bottles. After tightening the caps, he stood up, holding one bottle in each hand, and said, "We need to make incendiary bombs. The zombies are too dense, and we're running low on ammunition."

“I thought I could fill three bottles.” Victor shook his head. The others took the bottles from Victor and stuffed the full bottles behind their waistbands.

"This is a good thing, it works quite well against zombies." Fred laughed, "Just take off the bottle cap, soak a cloth in gasoline and plug the opening, then light the cloth with fire, and it becomes an incendiary bomb. This stuff is quite effective against zombies."

The others sighed, then tucked the bottle into their belts and said, "Let's go." Time passed quickly, and soon it was afternoon. The sky was fairly clear, but the thin clouds that had been gathering since morning made the place seem somewhat gloomy, giving the impression that they had entered a sinister ghost town.

The armored vehicle continued north. The city buildings thinned out, and the number of zombies gradually disappeared. It seemed they had reached the suburbs again, but the view was much more open than before. At this moment, a circular iron curtain appeared faintly on the horizon, its edges invisible, like a city wall enclosing the area.

As they approached, they discovered that the iron curtain was over a hundred meters high, with edges that flared outwards like a volcano. Beneath its black metallic sheen, there was a hint of blood. Beneath the iron curtain, a sense of oppression was faintly palpable, as if a giant wave were about to crash down at any moment.

Because of the iron curtain, nothing could be seen inside. The area outside the iron curtain was bare except for some weeds. The concrete road surface had become potholed, with most of the soil rolled up as if it had been run over by a road roller. There were still some ammunition left in many of the large pits, and there were many limbs and corpses piled up on the ground, as if this was a trace left over from a battlefield.

The others didn't rush over. Instead, they rested in a relatively clean pit, about two meters in diameter. The mutant team took out food from their military tactical backpacks and tossed it to the people in the city they were rescuing. The backpacks quickly emptied by half, and food was running low. The black man and the soldiers sat on the edge of the pit, their canned food tasting utterly tasteless when they took a bite. If their stomachs hadn't been growling with hunger, they probably would have vomited it out long ago.

Victor's heart sank. He turned to look at the iron curtain, hoping there were many soldiers inside. Even though the chances were slim, he had to try. He quickly ate his food, swallowed it with difficulty, and said with a heavy heart, "The mutant team needs to stick together. It's too dangerous here."

Fred, who was also sitting on the edge, close to Victor, chuckled and said to the others, "We are all mutants, and soldiers of the Umbrella Corporation, so you all know what you need to do. I hope you can all do your best."

Fred successfully stirred up the atmosphere, saying, "This is such a huge iron wall, with no entrance or exit at all. How are we supposed to get in?"

The others immediately looked at the iron curtain and realized the problem. The iron curtain seemed to be a single piece without a single gap. How could they get in? The black officer thought for a moment and said, "We have an entrance and exit here. We are currently on the side or back of this defensive base. We should be able to find it by following the edge of this iron wall."

The mutant team nodded; this was the only time-consuming method they could use to search. If it got dark, visibility would be limited, and a sudden zombie attack would be very dangerous.

They walked along the edge, and when they would find it depended on luck. If they were unlucky, they might have to go in a long detour. Heaven knows how long it would take to reach such a huge Iron Curtain.

After walking for nearly half an hour, they were lucky enough to find a large gate. From a distance, the gate appeared to be made entirely of steel. They walked for another ten minutes or so before reaching it. The massive gate was very thick and did not open completely, leaving only a tiny crack. However, even this tiny crack was enough for a car to pass through completely, demonstrating just how large and magnificent the gate was.

As they continued forward, everyone's expressions gradually turned serious. At the entrance, several zombies were wandering around. Victor's bad premonition grew stronger, and he began to feel anxious as he arrived: "How could this happen? How could this happen? It seems the infection has spread, and it's too late for Umbrella Corporation's rescue."

“Victor.” Agent Zero stopped and said, “Don’t go any further. We’re already too close to these zombies, or they’ll find us.”

Victor knew the danger was imminent, so he didn't say anything more. Several zombies loitering near the door quickly spotted the survivors, their white pupils glowing faintly, and roared as they charged towards Victor and his companions.

Fred was the first to rush towards a zombie, charging forward without stopping and smashing into it with his fist, knocking the slender zombie down. He then stomped on its neck, causing the zombie's head to tilt to the side and press against the ground. Fred punched it again, and half of the zombie's head sank into the ground at an odd angle. Its struggling limbs stopped, and it appeared that its cervical spine was broken.

Chapter 577 Dangerous Situation

An ordinary person might get bitten when they first encounter a zombie, but the mutant team, whose bodies are much stronger than before and who have had experience fighting zombies several times, are more adept at dealing with zombies despite losing their rationality.

Victor raised his knee and slammed it into the zombie's abdomen, causing it to arch its body and create a little space between them. He crouched slightly and kicked the zombie hard in its original spot. The zombie was completely arched and staggered backward, its clenched hands tearing only a few pieces of fabric from its tight-fitting sportswear. Claws pierced straight into the zombie's gaping mouth, and it quickly collapsed weakly, convulsing.

In that short time, the remaining four zombies rushed towards the mutant team from four directions, seemingly poised to encircle them. Agent Zero, following behind, gripped his Desert Eagle pistols—a very powerful one at that. Agent Zero reached one of the zombies, the small charms on his clothes jingling as he ran. The zombie quickly noticed Agent Zero and turned to pounce on him.

Fred, standing beside him, took a deep breath. His thick arm raised the shotgun, and in the instant it lunged, he swung it like a club at the zombie's face. The immense force, accompanied by a faint whooshing sound, struck the zombie's face like a hammer blow. A crack was heard, the face slightly caved in, and the force sent the zombie's feet off the ground, causing it to tumble and fall to the side. Fred's ability to bounce off obstacles was truly remarkable.

Fred stepped forward, stepping on the zombie on the ground. He gripped the shotgun with both hands and plunged the barrel into the zombie's head, further slamming into its already dented face. The barrel went through its right eye, and the zombie quickly went still. Black blood flowed out, covering its entire face, obscuring its features. At the same time, three more zombies rushed in and attacked. John, acting on instinct, aimed at the nearest zombie, slowly raised his hand, and took a step forward, getting even closer. The zombie's mouth opened wide, revealing a gaping crimson jaw. John swung his dagger downwards, the sharp tip piercing the collarbone and becoming lodged there. With a final, powerful pull, the dagger carrying the zombie to the side, knocking down another zombie lunging at it.

The soldiers weren't just watching; they used bullets to attack, avoiding hitting anyone else. After dealing with the zombies at the door, Victor leaned against the steel curtain, his breathing gradually calming down. Through the door, the scene inside appeared before him: mostly low buildings, bloodstains still wet everywhere, corpses strewn across the road, and craters of varying sizes, just like the environment outside the iron curtain.

Victor's hunch was right; the defense base had become a ghost town, and the helicopters that flew away yesterday were there to escape from it.

Fred, standing nearby, was wiping the barrel of his gun with a clean cloth torn from a zombie's clothes while smoking a cigarette he had just lit. He had noticed the captain's emotional changes, but didn't ask anything, knowing he wouldn't get any answers anyway. So he said, "Captain, how are you feeling? We have a satellite phone, so why don't we abandon the mission?"

Victor nodded and said firmly, "We can't give up. This is an opportunity given to us by the boss."

At this moment, Frederick, who had been observing the scenery inside the Iron Curtain, suddenly said, "This is an infected defense base, but it doesn't look like it's been infected for very long."

"Shall we still go in?" Agent Zero asked calmly.

“We’ve come this far, we definitely have to go in. There should still be survivors inside. If all else fails, we can leave.” Victor replied without hesitation.

“Victor is right. Umbrella Corporation has given us a lot, and we need to be careful.” Fred nodded in agreement, then looked at the half-empty backpacks on everyone’s backs and continued, “We’re also running low on food and need to replenish it.”

After walking for a while, the survivors came to a small supermarket. The black captain leaned half his body inside, his assault rifle pressed close to his side. After observing for a while and confirming that there were no zombies inside, he turned around and said, "Safe."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers behind him followed him inside. Victor glanced around indifferently. The contents inside were in disarray, with several shelves overturned on the floor. The walls were stained with blood, the shape of a hand sliding along the wall to the side. One could even imagine the man's condition at the time.

Victor placed his tactical backpack in the middle. Some vegetarian food scattered at his feet made him tighten his grip for a moment, then loosen it again. He calmly said to the two people who were picking up the food from the ground, "Take more meat."

At that moment, they heard the black captain's words. They didn't expect that there was a survivor inside. Their eyes widened, and they were startled by the suddenness of the situation.

The survivor looked extremely pale and was very thin. When he saw the two people running towards him and standing in front of him, the light dimmed considerably. His eyes darted around unconsciously, his pupils becoming somewhat unfocused. His mouth, cracked from dehydration, opened slightly, and a very soft voice came from within: "Water... I don't want to die."

Upon hearing this, Fred ran back and forth, and when he had a bottle of mineral water in his hand, he handed it to the black captain.

"How are you feeling? Any better?" The black captain put down the half-empty bottle of mineral water. The man's complexion had improved considerably, and he seemed more alert. He nodded and said, "Thank you."

The group exchanged glances, then cleared away the debris covering the lower half of the body. They discovered that only one leg was visible; the other leg was completely severed below the knee, the wound was rotting and festering, and the bone was exposed and black.

"You've been here for several days." Victor frowned. Such injuries, not dying from blood loss and shock, and already rotting to this extent, couldn't have been sustained in just a day or two. This person was lucky.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die." The survivor gasped for breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as he kept repeating this.

"It's a great pity you're finished. Agent Zero, you should take him out," Victor said coldly. For their safety, there was still some way to handle this matter.

Before they could finish speaking, the man saw Victor's cold face, which contorted in horror, his eyes flashing with madness. He roared, "I don't want to die!" Unfortunately, Agent Zero was holding a pistol, which he aimed at the survivor and fired.

Chapter 578 Victor's Discovery

The black officer didn't say anything when he saw Victor do this. His gaze towards the mutant team remained the same. These survivors were even more useless than zombies. The black officer said to Zoe, "Let's pack up the food and leave. Don't worry about him."

Fred picked up his large backpack, which was full, and walked up to Victor. He said happily, "Captain, you did a good job. It's best not to bring people like that around. Taking him out is for our safety."

Agent Zero's expression remained unchanged as he continued, "Actually, even if this person were mentally sound, I wouldn't agree to take him with us. Not only would it hinder our operation, but we also wouldn't be able to take care of him, which would be bad for both him and us."

After listening to Agent Zero, the mutant team knew he was right. The others waved their hands, put away their drawn weapons, and prepared for battle.

The survivors had obtained food, so they wouldn't have to worry about it for the time being. They walked cautiously down the street, aware of the information revealed by the person in the small supermarket that there were mutated zombies. Knowing the danger of mutated zombies, the survivors dared not let their guard down.

By this time, they had lost track of where they were. The outer iron curtain, from a distance, looked as if it had shrunk by half. When Victor dealt with a zombie on the road that was missing half its body, Fred couldn't help but ask Victor, "What if you encounter another survivor like this? Are you going to keep killing them?"

If something like this were to happen again, some of the survivors wouldn't be so lucky. Frederick, who knew what Victor was thinking, realized this, but what could he do? His facial features were just too obvious.

After this little incident, they continued on their way, while Victor's mutant mercenaries became the defensive line, which made him somewhat depressed, but there was nothing he could do about it. When they passed an intersection, they suddenly saw an intact car parked at the intersection, but the car body was covered with blood. It must have been someone who was bitten to death by zombies before they could drive the car away.

Seeing that having a means of transportation was much better than walking, Fredley quickly ran over. As someone with electric powers, he was very familiar with all the parts of these things. After fiddling with the car door a few times, he quickly opened the locked door.

After inspecting it for a while, Fred sat down with satisfaction, and with a forceful pull, ripped out the excess wiring. Because of the full-blown biohazard outbreak, they still needed to understand some things; this was a very important matter.

The black officer was in a good mood. For someone who enjoyed long walks, it was great to be in a vehicle with some of his men. They were down to just a few people; some of the armored vehicles on the road had been destroyed. He said calmly, "I've been walking for days, and my feet are practically blistered. Now, at least I can rest for a while. Besides, those monsters outside are truly terrifying."

Suddenly, an alarm sounded outside. In this wide intersection, the sound was extremely piercing. Victor and the black officer's expressions changed instantly: "Oh no, danger! That big guy is coming! Everyone find a place to defend ourselves; that might be safe."

"It's too late. The zombies nearby will probably be attracted soon. Even if we stay in the car, it won't help." Victor explained to the black officer next to him as he ran. Such a loud alarm would be enough to attract a large group of zombies to surround the area.

The remaining survivors hurriedly ran into a nearby low house. As soon as Fred, who was running ahead, pushed open the front door, two zombies that had been attracted out of the house suddenly pounced on them. Their hands had sharp nails that were almost as long as fingers, and they were clawing straight at the chest. These were zombies that had just mutated.

Fred couldn't stop himself; he ran in with almost all his might, practically lurching forward. He held the shotgun to his chest and shoved it forward hard, his fingernails scraping the gun and creating a few sparks.

The two zombies were pushed back a few steps. At such close range, he regained his footing, raised his shotgun, and blasted both zombies' heads apart. Black blood and brain matter splattered out, landing on him and the surrounding area. The gunshot was drowned out by the piercing alarm. The soldiers and Victor who arrived afterward were stunned; they knew there were zombies inside.