Marvel's Death Merchant

"How is Hydra doing now? What do we need to do?" Daken thought for a moment and then asked the Punisher.

"All we can do is prepare the survivors properly. Umbrella Corporation is truly powerful. What they left behind allowed many of them to survive." The Punisher felt quite good about it. He had previously dealt with Doctor Doom, a member of the Watchmen, and had successfully survived, so he was very grateful to Umbrella Corporation.

"Yes, I've heard of them before. Umbrella Corporation is really powerful. They saved many of our lives." Daken certainly knew a bit about Umbrella Corporation and had a good impression of them.

"It's just that Manhattan is in danger. It seems a new virus has appeared, and we really don't know what to do." The Punisher was also helpless. The new Blacklight virus was making the situation worse and worse, and even the army there was suffering repeated defeats. Their situation was also very bad.

The Punisher glanced at Daken, who was standing there dumbfounded, and said in a commanding tone, "Don't just stand there, the rest of us get on the helicopter, let's get out of here quickly."

Chapter 655 Human Resistance Army [1]

The Marvel universe continues to deteriorate. Bill, with his original team, encounters CJ, a character from the Resident Evil movies. They end up in Washington, D.C., where the world is now extremely unsafe.

"The weather's not bad today," a man wearing a green beret and holding an M16 assault rifle said to four people dozing under a tree. "No more of that damned, drizzly weather."

The man appeared very energetic, and his young face possessed a unique charisma—a passion, determination, and pride that emanated from his very being.

"Hey Bill, give me a cigarette." A man who had been dozing under a tree turned over and sat up against the trunk.

“You bunch of smokers, I never smoke! Call Bruce for you,” said the man named Bill, pointing to a man who was fast asleep with his hat over his head. The man then patted the person next to him.

"Bruce, give me a cigarette!" Bruce took his hat off his face. "You didn't come sooner, you gave the last one to J."

"CJ? Holy crap!" he exclaimed, staring at the gorilla in the distance, who was smoking and constantly observing something through the binoculars on his sniper rifle. At that moment, someone stood up. "Our supplies are running low. Forget cigarettes, we're almost out of food too." "An, stop talking! If our radio hadn't gone out of contact, we wouldn't be wandering around this damn rainforest!"

Bill, standing to the side, looked at his teammates and shook his head secretly. "Ann, Krum, stop talking. We should take advantage of the good weather and hurry up and get going or figure out a solution, instead of wasting time talking."

……

J, who was sniping through binoculars with a sniper rifle not far away, suddenly spotted something and whispered, "Everyone, come and take a look at this..."

Everyone immediately stopped talking and skillfully took their weapons and lay down next to J.

“Look over there,” CJ said, handing the binoculars to Bill. Bill took the binoculars and looked in the direction CJ was pointing.

A row of military tents and several military jeeps came into view. "Haha, we think we've found the enemy's command post! Look, there's even a radio transmitting antenna on that tent!" Bill clenched his fist excitedly. "What should we do?" Bruce asked, looking at Bill. "Heh...they've delivered themselves to our doorstep, of course we'll take them!" Bill said. "But they have a lot of people, and it's someone else's command post, so it'll definitely be heavily guarded." "Never mind that! If we succeed, the credit will be the greatest!" Bill slammed his fist into the ground. Everyone fell silent, staring at Bill. But Bill's eyes were only on the enemy command post in the distance. The small jeep continued its slow journey along the road, seemingly enjoying the scenery rather than rushing.

“I said… Zoe…” Francis looked at Zoe pitifully. “Can’t you drive faster? This isn’t exciting at all. Why don’t you let me drive!” Zoe smiled and said, “My driving instructor told me that I should drive slowly and obey traffic rules. Unlike you, you just floor the gas pedal. You either hit infected people or drive off the road.” “Sigh… education is a killer!” Francis shrugged. “Bang!” Something hit the car halfway through the road with a dull thud.

"What's wrong?" Louis stuck his head out the window. Suddenly, he seemed to have spotted something and shouted, "Wait! Zoe! Stop the car!" Zoe slammed on the brakes. "What's wrong?" Zoe turned to look at Louis. "Someone! Someone on the road!" Louis shouted excitedly. "Someone?" Bill opened his sleepy eyes and said. "You guys drive slower next time, you're waking me up from my dreams!" "Let's get out and see!" Zoe opened the car door and got out.

The group got out of the jeep. They slowly walked to a person lying on the ground. "Could this be an infected person?" Francis said. "Probably not, look, his skin isn't even gray."

Zoe picked up the boy and saw that he was a little boy of about 10 years old. The boy's head was scraped, probably from being knocked over by the wind from the car. "What a poor child. Give him some water," Bill said to Zoe. "Okay," Zoe took out her water bottle and slowly poured some water onto the boy's chapped lips.

"Hmm..." The boy seemed to sense something, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. While everyone's attention was focused on the boy, there was a sudden movement in the bushes beside the road. The bushes, which hadn't been cleared in a long time, had grown to waist height, but now something seemed to be inside. "Who! Who goes there?" Bill pointed his M16 assault rifle at the bushes. Everyone else also grabbed their weapons, ready for battle. The bushes rustled again. Suddenly, a voice came from within. "Don't shoot, we're from the Human Resistance."

"This is the Washington Human Resistance Camp. It is very safe here. Everyone is welcome to come here. There is a safe environment here. We will do our best to protect you and provide you with food and safety..." The words were repeated over and over from a military transport vehicle.

"We've found the human resistance camp!" Louis said quietly, but with no lack of excitement.

"After running for so long, we can finally relax... Take a nice hot shower, eat the biggest cheeseburger, and watch the football game while drinking beer! Hahaha," Francis said with a laugh.

“Where are there any rugby games now? You want to watch infected people play rugby with you, don’t you?” Louis said.

"Isn't there a rerun? Don't you know you can watch the rerun?"

"You guys are really something, you're all so frivolous, haha," Zoe said with a laugh.

It's not their fault. Indeed, they've come all this way through countless hardships, experiencing so many life-and-death situations along the way. Now it's time for them to think about how to handle the future. Joy filled the hearts of this group.

At this point, only one person remained silent—Bill. He didn't know why, but he felt uneasy. However, he dismissed his worries, because they were safe now, no matter what. They had traveled so far just to find the human resistance camp, and that was their hope.

Chapter 656 Human Resistance Army [2]

Bill shook his head, touched the M16 assault rifle beside him, and felt a ripple of emotion stirring within him, unable to find peace. He opened his wallet; inside lay a small photograph, the smiles of the five men still as radiant as ever. Bill had fought Wolverine before, so his skills were considerable.

"We've arrived. Please get out of the car," a man in a green military uniform said to Bill and his group. The group got out of the car one after another, and what came into view was a super luxurious resort. It was simply a wonderful place. Fountains were still spraying water, and the sculptures in the square shone brightly in the sunlight. In the vast square, two children were playing with a ball. One of the children kicked the ball, sending it flying towards Bill. Bill bent down to pick it up, and the child slowly walked over, staring at the group as if they were monsters. Bill returned the ball to the child and patted his head. The child's eyes were as clear as a spring.

"Thank you," the child said obediently. Then she turned and ran back to her companion. "Let's go in," said the person in the green military uniform. "Wait," Zoe said, as if she had just remembered something. "Wasn't the Human Resistance supposed to be somewhere else? How did they get here?"

The man in the green military uniform said, "The human resistance was indeed here, but a major disturbance occurred in the city. Many infected people and T-virus bioweapons appeared, and the virus continued to spread, so we withdrew from the city."

“Because this place is smaller than the city and easier to manage, right?” Bill continued. “You’re absolutely right. Come on, everyone, let’s go in. I’ll lead the way.” The group entered the resort under his guidance.

"You'll need to go for a medical check-up first, to check if you're carrying the virus. Please cooperate," said the man in the green military uniform. Hearing this, Bill's heart skipped a beat... his face turned deathly pale. He subconsciously touched the IV scar on his neck...

“Let’s go…” the man said again. Everyone seemed to understand, and looked at Bill. Bill steeled himself, “Fine, we all have to go through this eventually. I can’t let my problems harm those around me.” He silently walked over and took the lead in the group. Seeing Bill’s actions, the other three followed.

This is a golf course, but amidst the lush green expanse are rows of military tents. "This is it, this is our field hospital. Go inside, someone will come to greet you. I'll go report to the colonel here first, he'll be here to see you soon."

"Thank you, you can go now." Bill said, leading the group into the tent marked with a red cross.

"Hello, my name is Jack. You can add me as Dr. Jack. I will be in charge of your physical examinations. I hope you will cooperate." A man wearing a white coat and a white mask, but with blond hair, spoke to Bill and his group.

“Bill…” Zoe whispered, looking at Bill. “It’s alright…” Bill slowly walked to Dr. Jack’s side and nodded quietly. “Let’s begin…” “Everyone, please come over here…” Dr. Jack said as he walked, and the group followed him.

At this moment, three people, also dressed in white coats, came out. "Please all extend your arms; we need to collect your blood samples," Dr. Jack said, looking at the crowd. "Okay," Bill said, and was the first to extend his arm.

At this moment, Dr. Jack took a syringe and inserted it into Bill's arm. A stream of bright red blood quickly filled the syringe. "All done, thank you for your cooperation," Dr. Jack said with satisfaction. Led by Bill, the group of people also completed their blood draws one after another.

"Alright, the corporal should be here to pick you up now," Dr. Jack said with a smile. "Oh, sorry," Dr. Jack replied. "He's the one who brought you here; he's the corporal in charge of transportation here."

“So, should we go find him now?” Bill asked. “Yes, he should be able to show you around.” “Oh, thank you, Dr. Jack.” Bill finished speaking and led the group out of the tent. Stepping out of the slightly dark tent and suddenly into a bright world, everyone’s eyes were a little disoriented.

“That doctor was really rough, knowing I have a fear of injections,” Francis the gorilla said. “Me too, I thought a nurse would be coming to give me the injection,” Louis said, shrugging.

"Hehe, maybe it's an occupational hazard. I'm exceptionally sensitive to the environment." "You're the one who brought us here just now? How come I didn't notice how... nice you were?" Zoe said softly.

"Hehe, maybe it was because I was wearing a gas mask back then," Staples said with a laugh. "Oh right, I forgot to introduce you. This is Colonel Staples, the person in charge of this human resistance camp."

Everyone's attention shifted to Colonel Staples. Looking closely at this person in charge, he was of medium build, and although he still exuded competence, he now possessed a calm and experienced demeanor. His weathered face framed a pair of bright, sapphire-like eyes.

While everyone was still greeting each other, Dr. Jack in the field hospital was staring intently at the microscopic world presented through the microscope.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something and picked up a walkie-talkie. Outside, Colonel Staples' walkie-talkie rang.

“Colonel, I’d like to speak with you privately,” Dr. Jack’s voice came through the walkie-talkie. “Okay, wait a moment,” Colonel Staples said to Bill and his group. “Excuse me, everyone, I have something important to discuss. Have someone else show you around the camp first.”

A hurried figure quickly ran into the field hospital.

"Dr. Jack, are you telling the truth?" Colonel Staples could hardly believe his ears, as if he wanted to verify the truth of the matter again.

“Yes, it’s true.” Jack adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said. “The old man’s body has some kind of mysterious substance that can counteract those viruses, maybe it’s some kind of genetic mutation. Including the T virus and the rabies virus, he might be a survivor of the Umbrella Corporation.”

He seemed to hear a sound he hadn't heard in a very long time—yes, the sound of excited cheers after a victory. "Jack, so you mean? We can develop a vaccine? To wipe out the monsters of this world?" Colonel Staples' voice was trembling, perhaps from excessive excitement.

Chapter 657 Human Resistance Army [3]

"Theoretically, it's possible, but we don't know if the experiment will be successful." Dr. Jack couldn't guarantee a 100% success rate in producing a vaccine, but if they had someone unafraid of the virus as a sample, vaccine development would only be a matter of time. Of course, they were fortunate to have Umbrella Corporation to achieve that.

“Mr. Jack, this matter is entrusted to you. It's crucial to whether we can win this war without gunfire!” Colonel Staples gave Jack a very solemn, standard American salute. “If you need anything, just let me know, and I'll do my best to meet your needs!”

Jack immediately returned the salute. "Colonel Staples, you flatter me. This is my job and my duty. I would have done it even if you hadn't asked me to." "Hmm... be sure to let me know if anything happens!" Colonel Staples said before walking out of the field hospital tent.

A group of people were walking and chatting in a villa-style residential area. "I said, Corporal Mike," Louis said to Mike. "Heh, just call me Mike. What's up?" "How big is this camp? How many people are in it?" Louis asked, puzzled.

Mike thought for a moment, "Actually, this camp is quite large. As for the number of people, most of them are former soldiers, and there are relatively few civilians. There are only about 600 people in total..." Bill gently patted Mike's shoulder, "Don't think about it... At least you are still alive now, aren't you? For the sake of your fallen brothers, living on is the greatest respect you can show them."

“Alright, you can stay here for now.” Mike led the group to a two-story villa. “Wow…we can stay here?” Francis exclaimed.

"Hehe, actually there are quite a few houses here, so many are empty," Mike said with a smile. "Alright, we'll distribute food once a week, but if the army needs you, you're obligated to help them."

“Yes, of course.” Zoe smiled. “Alright, if you need anything, come find me at the army's logistics department.” Mike finished speaking and walked out of the house.

"Finally, I can take a hot shower!!!" Francis was the first to rush into the bathroom. "Francis, wait for me!" Louis hurriedly chased after him.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Bill smiled. "Heh, we're home." Bill walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and rummaged around inside. Suddenly, he pulled out a bottle of beer. "Pop!" After a crisp sound of the bottle cap being opened, Bill plopped down on the sofa.

Everything seemed so harmonious, filling people with an immense longing for this kind of life. But how long could this peaceful existence last? ...No one knows...The Marvel universe is also on its countdown to destruction.

Bill slowly sat down on the sofa, gazing at the gray sky, as if everything had returned to the beginning. But looking at the harmonious scene before him, he had a certain feeling.

"Hiss..." Bill took a drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke swirl in his lungs. "Whoosh..." He exhaled, watching the smoke dance and swirl before him, as if it could easily induce hallucinations, bringing back memories of the past...

"Are you sure we really have to go?" Wolverine asked, looking into Bill's eyes. "Of course." The implications of destroying the enemy's command post were self-evident.

“Alright…we’ll do as you say.” Wolverine’s skeletal claws appeared, and he said coldly. After speaking, their figures slowly began to move, gradually moving behind the enemy… “It’s eerily quiet here,” Zoe said with a smile. Bill seemed to wake from his reverie. “Heh, indeed eerie,” Bill said with a laugh.

Just as the two were chatting and laughing, a voice came from nearby, and it was very loud, as if it were right next to their ears.

"Beep beep..." It was the sound of an alarm. "W-what's wrong?" Zoe asked nervously. "Something urgent might have happened," Bill said, his brow furrowing.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?!" Louis and Francis hurriedly dressed and rushed out of the bathroom.

A series of announcements came from outside: "Alarm! We are under attack. Survivors, please stay home and do not go out. Soldiers, please assemble in the square within three minutes..." "Aaaaah... Roar..." Screams came from the gate, the sounds so familiar. "Looks like something's happened," Bill said softly. "Let's go out and see."

“But the broadcast said we should stay home and not go out,” Zoe said somewhat anxiously. Bill loaded his M16 assault rifle, the crisp sound of it being cocked seeming to transport the group back to the past. Bill smiled and said to the three of them, “Are we civilians? Obviously not.”

Francis smiled and said, "It doesn't seem so." He then picked up his rifle, and everyone else followed suit. "We're just going to take a look. We're not involved in Bill's business," Bill said.

“We’ll do whatever you say, old man. We’ll follow you wherever you go,” Louis said. “Let’s go!” Zoe picked up her silver twin pistols.

Zoe opened the door to the gray night, which was only oppressive and dark. "Let's go... let's go towards the gate," Bill said.

A flare was launched into the sky, its long red trail tracing an elegant arc in the air, as if it were a second sun. It briefly and effectively illuminated the darkness. "Rat-a-tat-tat..." A burst of rapid gunfire followed. "Looks like they've already exchanged fire," Francis muttered. The group cautiously ran onto the plaza. The sight before them startled them: 500 meters ahead, a dark mass of Infected and Lickers, including some tanks, stretched out.

Seeing this, beads of sweat involuntarily dripped from Bill's forehead, trickling down his wrinkled face and onto the concrete ground beneath his feet. "Guys, get those damn tanks and machine guns over here!" a soldier shouted, his voice revealing his extreme anxiety.

"What's wrong with those infected? Why aren't they attacking?" Francis muttered to himself. They must be waiting for something. Like darkness or heavy rain. Bill whispered. The flare seemed to have reached the end of its life and disappeared below the distant horizon. "Whoosh..." Another flare took its place, maintaining the faint light on the earth.

"Look everyone! Those monsters have scattered!" shouted an officer in combat gear, holding binoculars. "They're definitely afraid of us!" another man laughed. "Hahaha..." Everyone tossed their helmets into the air, as if celebrating their victory, but could that really be true? Probably not.

Chapter 658 A Stormy Night [1]

“Colonel Staples invites Mr. Bill to his home. Mr. Bill shouldn’t keep the Colonel waiting too long, will he?” Dr. Jack said with a smile. “They are survivors I brought with me. They are not those kinds of people, I know that very well!” Jack said to the soldiers beside him.

“No buts. Get back to your posts, soldiers. Stay alert so you can see tomorrow’s sun,” Jack commanded them. “This way, Mr. Bill,” Dr. Jack said to Bill with a smile. “May I speak with my friends first?” Bill asked, frowning.

Half an hour later, another dark figure came into view. "Bill!" Zoe shouted. "Everyone seems to be in good spirits today," Bill said with a smile.

The dark clouds not only blocked today's sun but also yesterday's moon... Bill followed Colonel Staples and Dr. Jack to what seemed to be the tallest building in the survivor camp. "Mr. Bill, this is our unit's command center. It's also the office location for this survivor camp," Colonel Staples explained to Bill. "If there are no other questions, let's go in." "Okay," Bill replied.

The three slowly walked into the building. They stopped at the top. "This is it," Jack said. Then, Dr. Jack gently knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Bill has arrived..." "Come in," a slightly deep voice came from the closed room. Bill frowned and opened the door in front of him. It was a fairly large room, one wall of which was made of a huge curved glass panel. A man in a US military uniform stood with his back to Bill, gazing calmly at the world outside the glass. Looking out through that glass, one could see the entire survivor camp. Under the dark night sky, the emergency lights in the survivor camp resembled the lights shining on the coastline.

"Whoosh..." A flare shot up from the horizon, illuminating the world shrouded in darkness. Looking down along the flare's swaying tail, you would see something wriggling outside the camp's reinforced, high walls. Bill slowly walked to the glass wall and quietly observed everything before him.

“Those are biological weapons of the infected and the T-virus.” The colonel said, watching the shadowy figure disappear into the darkness. “Clearly, they were starving.”

Colonel Staples sighed. He turned and slowly sat down in the chair behind his desk. "Please sit down, Mr. Bill," the colonel said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. "Thank you," Bill replied, also escaping the world outside the glass, and sat down in the chair.