Marvel's Death Merchant

"Alright, you're safe now. Umbrella's reinforcements have arrived. Get out of here." A mercenary with an assault rifle said with a smile, firing at the zombies running towards him. The situation was still very bad. The battle between zombies and humans had only just begun, and there was no way to stop it.

Chapter 591 The Collapsing World (6)

Los Angeles is always so hot. Even though the current situation, influenced by Hydra, has chilled people's spirits, there are still a few pet dogs panting in the shade, trying to cool off. Speaking of pets, a significant number of people in Los Angeles still own cats, but recently fewer people are keeping pets. People are starting to fear that owning a pet will lead to them contracting an infection.

At this moment, a young man wearing a dark red t-shirt was carrying a golden cat and heading in one direction on the street. There weren't many people on the street at the moment, and the area was only in a semi-infected state, though they didn't know it.

"Meow." The kitten's meow seemed to be in some pain, as if it were infected by something.

The streets are desolate now, with military notices posted on utility poles and a pet clinic on the side of the street. There are barbed wire fences everywhere, and soldiers with guns are there to contain any infections that are discovered.

"Jay, what's wrong with your cat again?" A young and beautiful female doctor greeted the young man and asked him gently.

"I don't know why, but the day before yesterday or yesterday, its calls started to become strange. Sometimes it would make a whistling sound, and sometimes it would turn into a low growl. Also, it started to become a bit irritable and restless!" Jay frowned as he explained the situation.

There were a few people in the clinic, some there for their pets, but very few veterinarians. They were all unaware that those creatures were carrying a virus—an extremely dangerous and devastating one.

After some diagnosis, even the female doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong with the disease. They also failed to pay attention to the characteristics of the virus, and the city, which was in a semi-infected state, did not take effective preventive measures.

“I’ve never seen Jay’s condition before. Perhaps my medical skills are not good enough. I suggest you go to a larger hospital for a checkup!” The female doctor took off her glasses and said meticulously.

"Well, that's just how it is then," Jay said, somewhat disappointed, as he carried the cat outside. Back home, Jay put the kitten in the bed he had made especially for it and tried to play with it, but the kitten seemed to be in great distress.

Suddenly, the cat began to growl, even sharper than before: "Growl, oh dear. What's wrong?" Jay's amused expression immediately turned serious.

"Ah." The cat started to struggle, and suddenly pounced on Jay's face, scratching wildly with its claws. "What are you doing?" Jay started to pry it away with his hands.

The "squeak" sounded like some kind of collision, originating from inside the kitten's body. It spat out a mouthful of blood, then "thud." It stopped attacking and collapsed weakly to the ground.

Jay touched the scratches on his face, terrified. He probably only now realized the crux of the problem: his pet had a virus.

Looking at the cat on the ground, he bent down and turned the body over; its blood-red eyes had dimmed. Jay seemed to understand something. Looking at his hands and scratches, he returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed, blood slowly trickling down his face. He felt his head spinning, his vision blurring; the virus research was slowly infecting his brain.

"What's wrong?" At that moment, a nameless fire suddenly welled up inside him, mixed with sadness and fear. This nameless fire began to burn within him, and the virus was also devouring his cells, causing Jay great pain.

"Cough." A hint of fear and bloodlust began to flicker in Jay's eyes; the symptoms of the viral infection were becoming increasingly dangerous. The moonlight finally dimmed, and Jay lay on the bed. His entire body was beginning to undergo a tremendous transformation—it would be a miracle.

His hands clenched tightly, his nails sharpened and hardened, and blood and pus began to ooze from his skin. The active cells throughout his body, especially in his legs, began to proliferate violently. Even his bones were transforming, becoming elastic and feline-like. This skeletal change granted him astonishing strength.

Finally, the virus reached the brain, but stopped just as it was about to invade; only a portion of the virus remained attached to the brain.

The morning sunlight shone through the gaps in the window slats onto Jay.

"Ah!" Jay woke up with a start, rolled over, and jumped out of bed. It seemed to feel some pain and was not used to the sunlight, so it rolled over and hid in a corner, looking at everything in front of it, which was so unfamiliar. It seemed that it still had a trace of memory, and those fragments of memory flashed before its eyes like lightning. When it tried to remember, a sharp pain came from the depths of its head.

For some reason, my consciousness began to become chaotic, the images in my eyes started to distort, and I felt a surge of blood energy throughout my body. When I tried to control my body, I couldn't muster the strength. My vocal cords began to break down, and a large number of viruses adhered to them.

Jay began to growl; he didn't want to be exposed to the sunlight, and he knew he had to hide. "Crack!" It suddenly burst through the window and leaped towards the sunlight!

He kept running, leaping over buildings, and then leaping again the moment he landed, accompanied by a sharp roar. He continued to traverse the city, which was destined to fall into ruin, in this way to vent his anger.

"Boom!" It pounced into a clothing store, smashing through the glass. He was just like a normal person, wearing that dark tracksuit and sneakers. After who knows how long, another night passed, and a dark figure leaped between buildings. He was probably far from where he started.

A creature lurked on the rooftop, blood dripping from its mouth. "Beep beep beep beep beep... Boom!" A rapid explosion echoed in the night sky.

He looked down at the distant light, swooped down, and dashed off, racing through the city's buildings. His sharp claws allowed Jay to climb the eaves and walls of the buildings, until he reached the edge of a roof.

“Hey! We’re here! We’re not infected yet! Down here!” A helicopter flew away, and a black man wearing a red tie was calling for help from a short distance away. This caught Jay’s attention.

Jay subconsciously sensed that he was human, or perhaps not; an impulse spurred him to quietly approach, and he fixed his gaze on the black man!

As the helicopter flew further away, the Black man cursed in disappointment, "Damn it, Umbrella Corporation didn't even notice. What bad luck!"

But he didn't notice the dark figure on the building not far behind him. It was a mutated zombie. If he had seen it, he would have run away. He didn't want to run into such a dangerous place, and it wasn't something they could decide.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the night sky, and for a period of time afterward, many people were inexplicably infected and turned into new zombies. The world was deteriorating rapidly, but it was still under control.

Chapter 592 The Collapsing World (7)

The summer heat has suddenly brought a surge in people to the beaches. Perhaps they're trying to escape the heat by enjoying the coolness of the seawater! The infection is spreading rapidly, but some places remain unaffected, such as Hawaiian beaches, though they are only temporarily safe.

“Sam, let’s go swimming!” said a woman lying on a chair under a parasol. Beside her lay another woman in a swimsuit, who took off her sunglasses and said, “Okay! Come on! I’m a little hot too!” Then the two of them took hands and walked towards the sea.

Sam, who had braids that were unusual for Americans, smiled and said to his companion, "Shall we play in the shallow water, Anna?"

“Okay!” Anna rolled over, agreeing with her friend. Sam followed behind, and then they walked into the sea.

At the same time, someone spat. Very uncivilized, yet it went into the sea. Looking closely at the person, one could see that their face was pale, and their saliva contained streaks of black blood.

"Cough." Sam immediately jumped out of the water, inhaling a mouthful of water.

"Haha, look at you, you're acting weird," Anna teased from the side.

"No, I think I swallowed something!?" Sam said, a little annoyed.

"Really? You ate a seashell? Ha!" Anna continued to tease Sam.

"No, I mean it, my throat is a little sore right now, I'm going back." Sam shook his head and stepped out of the water.

"Hey? You're really not kidding?" Anna sensed that things might have taken a turn for the better!

Sam ignored her and turned to leave. That evening, at Sam's home.

Sam and Anna were sitting on the sofa, the television screen clearly not attracting their attention.

Sam looked at her face; the corner of her mouth hurt.

Seeing her friend's pale face, Anna asked with concern, "I shouldn't have pushed your Sam, my friend... How are you now?"

"I feel like my throat and mouth hurt, it's a burning and tearing sensation," Sam said, covering his mouth.

"Perhaps I suggest you see a doctor! Maybe you swallowed some sea debris."

"Okay, I'll go. You should go home too," Sam said helplessly.

"Alright, it's getting late, I'll head home now!" Anna picked up her bag and left.

"Damn it, my throat hurts so much," Sam cursed inwardly.

At this moment, her entire body was undergoing astonishing changes. He was unaware that the virus had already infected her, and the situation was quickly becoming unstoppable.

Sam lived alone in this small Hawaiian house, while her parents were in New Orleans. He still didn't know that the infections were completely out of control everywhere.

Inside Sam's body, two different viruses had already mixed together. They should have been mutually repelling, but they were slowly fusing together! Changes were taking place between molecules and cells, and the T virus and the rabies virus, which were originally very repelling, were also fusing together.

"Tick, tick, tick." The second hand of the alarm clock on Sam's bedside table ticked quietly; she was sleeping.

Sam's brows suddenly furrowed slightly, and then blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, which began to corrode.

"Ah!" Sam scrambled to her feet in pain, her lips trembling as if they had been ripped apart.

"Beep beep," Sam quickly dialed Anna's number.

A strange "hissing" sound emanated, and the spread of the virus was becoming increasingly severe.

At this moment, Sam's mouth on the bed looked as if it had been torn open. The muscles of his upper and lower jaws had been completely corroded away, his chin hung limply, and a green, sticky liquid was flowing from his mouth, emitting a faint green glow in the darkness.

Sam's entire mouth was on full display; her teeth and throat were clearly visible. In agony, Sam's eyes were bloodshot as she frantically tore at everything around her. Her arms also mutated; she became increasingly dangerous, as if she had gone mad.

She ran out of the bedroom, the liquid dripping from her mouth onto the floor making a hissing, burning sound, and white smoke was rising from it, clearly indicating that it was filled with a corrosive liquid.

Just then, the ambulance arrived, and Sam continued to pound on the door. She had lost her mind, and the virus had greatly increased her physical strength, causing the door to crack.

"Boom." Sam easily burst through the door. The doctors and nurses who got out of the car were stunned by what they saw. They realized that the person in front of them was a monster who was infected with two viruses at the same time.

Anna was rushing over from her house, repeatedly dialing Sam's number, but only getting a message that the call could not be connected. In fact, the phone had long been corroded to death by the liquid in Sam's mouth.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" the doctor asked cautiously.

"Hiss." Sam has mutated into a special zombie, possessing the strongest destructive power.

Sam released a corrosive liquid, which sprayed out when it touched a doctor.

"What is this?!" The doctor was covered in that green liquid.

For the first few seconds, there seemed to be no reaction. However, the liquid quickly began to react with the air.

Suddenly, as if water were boiling, the doctor's clothes began to corrode and emitted white smoke!

"Ah!!! What is this thing?!" The doctor frantically patted his body with his hands.

"Ouch!!!" The skin began to peel off and then erode, and the doctor knelt on the ground in pain, but there was even more mucus on the ground.

"Ahhh!" The doctor's blood splattered widely on the ground with a hissing sound. Then, he seemed to melt away.

The doctors and nurses standing nearby were terrified. Even the experienced doctors who had performed many surgeries were shocked by this gruesome scene!

Before they could react, the sticky substance under their feet gradually dispersed, like a red blob.

Anna was driving a car towards Sam's house.

The road was very dark in the night; the streetlights had been out for over ten days. Anna drove quickly, though; they were worried about their friend.

"Thump." A muffled sound was heard, and a figure flashed by.

"Damn it! I hit someone!" Anna quickly got out of the car. But as she was thinking about what to do, she realized there was no one in front of the car, as if nothing had happened.

"What's going on? This is strange," Anna said as she got back into the car.

"Hiss hiss." Anna suddenly noticed a green light in the rearview mirror and heard strange noises.

Then, the entire car was immediately and completely corroded by this green corrosive liquid, exacerbating the most dangerous moment for the Marvel universe.

Chapter 593 The Collapsing World (8)

In the main Marvel universe, there is a place that stands out from the rest, a place imbued with fear and resentment, yet the plague still refuses to relent invading it. That place is a mental hospital far from the city center in Atlanta, housing many mental patients.

"Thump, click, creak." The sound of an iron gate opening was particularly jarring in this desolate place. For a long time, the sky in the main world seemed gray, as if all life had been lost, and deathly silence filled the air.

"Alright! Get in here, and hurry up." A nurse pushed a man in a hospital gown into a ward. The recent plague, or rather the spread of the virus, had become so severe that it was practically unstoppable.

The man looked around. The room contained only two beds, a white table against the wall, two wooden chairs, a toilet stall, and another man crouching sullenly in the corner, head down, saying nothing.

“Damn it, I’ve been put in a mental hospital. Damn Umbrella Corporation.” The man was very thin. He turned his head and sat on one of the beds.

"Ha! That's my bed!" A strange laugh rang out, as if it were a joke.

"Oh? Is that so? Then I'll change to another bed!" The man walked to another bed and lay down with a disdainful look. He was no ordinary person either, but he had also been caught.

"Hehehe!" The strange man in the corner laughed twice more, seemingly unconcerned about his attitude.

"You're a lunatic! Be quiet!" the newcomer said, seemingly angrily.