Marvel's Death Merchant

"Can we see what's happening inside the arena?" the leader asked.

"No."

"Hmm!" The leader pondered for a moment. "He must have nowhere else to go. Let's wipe him out."

A large number of mercenaries surrounded the battlefield. Liu Chendong mentally calculated everyone's positions and, feeling the time was right, pressed the detonator. Boom! A loud explosion followed. Thanks to the sniper's report, the mercenaries were unharmed. They stood up, laughing and joking, and walked towards Liu Chendong again. "Haha! Idiot, the bomb was placed so obviously, did he really expect to hit anyone?" one mercenary mocked. "I really don't know how someone with his IQ could cause us so many casualties."

"Tch! My target isn't you guys at all." Liu Chendong curled his lip in disdain, while praying inwardly that the Tyrant wouldn't all escape. The Tyrant didn't disappoint Liu Chendong; a dozen hunters rushed out immediately, launching an attack on the scattered mercenaries. Caught off guard, the mercenaries suffered heavy losses.

"Damn it! What is that?" Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps due to unfamiliarity with the hunter's attack methods, the mercenaries failed to mount an effective counterattack. The sniper, watching from afar, was horrified, completely unaware that a hunter had silently appeared behind him. The hunter's unusually long tongue shot out, piercing the sniper's head and then emerging from his mouth, violently flinging him away. Unfortunately, the sniper landed right in front of Liu Chendong, startling him as he watched the spectacle. Huh! Looking at the sniper rifle on the corpse, could this be that of his sniper classmate? Liu Chendong thought for a moment, adhering to the principle that waste is a crime, and collected all the equipment from the corpse, including, of course, the sniper rifle.

After all, they were battle-hardened mercenaries. After paying a price, they finally formed a defensive line and even killed several Hunters. The Hunters' main attack methods were speed and their unpredictable climbing ability; in a direct confrontation, they were no match for the mercenaries. Just as the mercenaries were adapting to the Hunters' attacks and preparing for a large-scale counterattack, the thick-skinned Propellers appeared. They weren't fast, about the speed of a normal person jogging, but they were much stronger. Their bodies were covered in a layer of armor-like skin, and the mercenaries' guns, when fired at them, only managed to create a few shallow holes. A rout ensued, giving the Hunters another opportunity to weave through the crowd and slaughter once more. Seeing that his objective had been achieved, Liu Chendong began to retreat. Not wanting to invite trouble, he ran through several streets, feeling safer, then jumped onto a motorcycle with the key in the ignition and sped off in a chosen direction.

Liu Chendong ran for a while before his motorcycle broke down. He had no choice but to continue on foot. Since he was already far from the danger zone, Liu Chendong didn't want to risk attracting a large number of zombies by driving. He didn't know where he was, but suddenly he saw a group of people carrying supplies in a shop around a corner, along with several guards carrying various weapons. Judging from their clothes and weapons, Liu Chendong deduced that they were a group of survivors. The survivors also saw the fully armed Liu Chendong and tensed up. A young man with a gun pointed it at Liu Chendong, hesitating whether to fire. Firing would attract a large number of zombies, and their mission to search for supplies would fail. Their settlement had been surrounded by zombies for hours, but they had inexplicably retreated a few hours earlier, and the people, who were worried about running out of ammunition and food, almost cheered. Then this group of supplies hunters appeared. Earlier, they had encountered a three-man mercenary group, initially mistaking them for rescuers, but it became clear later that they had paid the price of eight men to kill three mercenaries and obtain their weapons. Now, seeing this group again, how could Liu Chendong not be nervous? Having guessed what the other party was thinking, Liu Chendong also raised his police machine gun, pointed it at them, and said, "I am not a mercenary." He didn't want to hand over the control of his life to others.

"How...how do I know you're telling the truth?" the young man asked nervously.

"Hey! Relax a bit. If you go off like this, where will I go to complain?" Liu Chendong said helplessly. Suddenly, he had a bright idea and tugged at the police badge on his armor, saying, "I'm a policeman."

The young man was still at a loss and looked to the middle-aged man beside him for help. The middle-aged man stared at Liu Chengdong for a while and said, "Alright, officer, you can go now. Don't worry, we won't attack you from behind, I promise!"

"You're making all that promise! I finally found someone, why would I leave? I don't even know the way." After saying this, Liu Chendong spoke again, "No, sir, I think you've misunderstood. What I meant was that I want to join you."

"Join us?" the middle-aged man asked warily. "Why?"

"Because you need someone with higher combat capabilities," Liu Chendong shrugged. "It's not that I look down on you, but if I wanted to, you would all be dead just now."

"Impossible, we even took down three mercenaries!" the young man said defiantly. Liu Chendong looked at this young man, who was about the same age as him, and felt that his own mentality was good.

“I think those three idiots must have underestimated you and engaged in a direct confrontation,” Liu Chendong explained. “You had a few fearless guys who took the bullets and then used your crappy guns and other weapons to take them down, right?”

The young man's eyes widened, because Liu Chendong spoke as if he had witnessed it firsthand. He himself had been assigned a gun because he had mustered the courage to kill a mercenary with a kitchen knife.

“Since you didn’t object, it proves I was right,” Liu Chendong continued. “You were too lucky to win. My addition can make up for your weaknesses.”

"If you're so capable, why did you join us?" the young man said defiantly. Liu Chendong could only smile helplessly. Join you? Do you think it's easy to find someone alive these days? It's hard to survive alone.

“Okay, welcome, officer.” The middle-aged man was the first to extend his hand.

"Thanks" is now organized... haha.

This book will be completed this month.

As the title says, I should be able to finish writing this month. My new book is still in the draft stage. I also want to thank someone for eliminating my only flaw; I won't be using filler plots anymore. Thank you, author, for that person. As the title says, I should be able to finish writing this month. My new book is still in the draft stage. I also want to thank someone for eliminating my only flaw; I won't be using filler plots anymore. Thank you, author, for that person. I also want to thank someone for removing my only flaw, which means I won't need to use certain filler plot devices anymore. Author, thank you to that person.

Chapter 751 Trials in the Virtual World (13)

As Tang Tian's core subordinate, Liu Chendong felt quite good about himself. He was probably Tang Tian's most powerful subordinate in the main Marvel universe; no one could compare.

Bang! He knocked down another zombie. "Nothing can stop me from going home." Francis nonchalantly used his only remaining arm to kill countless zombies, braving the horde. Luckily, he was wearing armor, or he would have turned into a zombie long ago.

He didn't know how long he ran, but when he came to his senses, he was already at his front door. He quickly went back to his bedroom on the second floor and opened the safe, only to find that everything inside was gone. Damn it! How could this be? I definitely put it in there. Francis no longer saw the parasites as terrifying monster creators, but as a lifeline. Facing one Tyrant mutant, Francis believed he could handle it; two, he could kill them even if he was seriously injured; three, he would either escape or die. There were more than three Tyrants on this island now. Of course, Francis could find some powerful allies, but he didn't want to entrust his life to others. Francis's intuition was always very accurate. The probability of his premonitions coming true was very high, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, his premonitions were always correct.

The phone rang abruptly. Since the crisis broke out, all communications had been cut off, and it was a welcome sound. "Give me back my things!" Francis said on the phone.

"It seems Mr. Francis had already guessed it."

"It's you!"

“That’s right, we met once in the arena. You can call me the Inspector,” the man in the black suit said. “Originally, the boss was very angry because Mr. Francis did not act according to the contract. But seeing Mr. Francis’s behavior, it seems he is interested in our product again.”

"Why would someone do such a thing?"

"what?"

"What was the purpose of creating such a thing?"

"Make money! We're businessmen, after all! Well... not exactly law-abiding businessmen."

"Is this the reason for desecrating life?"

"As for the reasons given by the higher-ups, that's beyond the knowledge of a lowly nobody like me."

"How can I get what I want?"

"A test is needed. If Mr. Francis succeeds, he will receive a better reward than the tyrant. That's the boss's promise."

“I accept,” Francis said calmly.

“Very good.” The inspector smiled. “Now please put the communicator in the drawer on your ear so we can talk anytime.”

Following the Inspector's instructions, Francis took out a Bluetooth-like headset and put it on. The Inspector's voice quickly came through: "Now we have prepared the latest model of mechanical limbs for you. Please put them on. You'll like them; they'll give you greater combat power." Sure enough, a heavy thud echoed from the courtyard. Francis quickly went to the courtyard, opened the huge box, and found that the mechanical limbs inside didn't have the grotesque appearance Francis had imagined; they looked like ordinary arms. "Please put them on." Sigh, he'd come this far; there was no reason to back down now. After putting on the mechanical arm, he felt its difference from other mechanical arms. The fit with his body was extremely high, just like his original arm. The material's strength wasn't as ordinary as it looked; it was the latest bio-alloy. Most importantly, the parasitic cells inside could transform into various forms according to the host's needs. Of course, this was just experimental equipment.

"Your testing will also include practical testing of this new robotic arm," the inspector said. "I will arrange opponents for you to get used to using the arm as much as possible."

"Okay, let's begin." The words had barely left his lips when a predator suddenly appeared behind Francis. Its massive claws lunged at Francis without him turning around. He mentally visualized the attack, and the parasitic cells in his arms began to proliferate rapidly, forming a barrier that blocked the predator's claws. Then, numerous fleshy tendrils grew, entangling the predator. The predator visibly withered away, seemingly "devouring" Francis. Afterward, his arms returned to normal.

“That’s incredible!” Francis clenched his fist.

"Next is the test of strength and destructive power," three Thrusters appeared this time. Francis didn't hold back, throwing a punch that easily pierced the Thruster's defensive shell, which had rendered countless people helpless. "What a great feeling!" Francis felt his destiny back in his hands, and that deep sense of powerlessness vanished. After defeating the three Thrusters, Francis asked, "Give me such a powerful weapon, my test must be quite difficult, right?"

"Of course, once the test is complete, the robotic arm and the even more perfect parasitic cells will be yours," the Inspector said. "The so-called test is more like a competition."

"Explain yourself, who is my opponent?"

"Well, let me put it this way. Whenever an organization develops to a certain stage, there will be factions. We belong to Dr. William's laboratory. But there are other laboratories in the organization, and under the boss's control, a competitive system has been formed. Our opponent this time is Dr. Markaff's laboratory."

"Dr. Markaff is a PhD in mechanical engineering and the husband of a cyborg. He believes that only machines can maximize human capabilities."

"I see. Just because of this ridiculous reason, we who live at the bottom of society become the victims?"

"Not entirely. This experiment didn't happen because of the competition. Dr. Markaff wanted to join in after he heard about the experiment."

"So, where is my opponent?"

"I don't know. Remember to always carry your communicator. I'll notify you immediately if he shows up." The call ended.

It felt like a dream. Francis relaxed. Since things had come to this, he decided to go find them. Everything he had done was to protect Daisy. And Liu Chendong, please don't die.

at the same time

"Yes, Dr. Markaff."

"Their choices have been decided. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Very well, this time I will not only defeat William, I will also kill him! I never thought he would do such a thing, William, are you ready to face hell? Hahaha!"

The rules of the entire virtual world are based on the real world. There are many characters from other worlds, including Resident Evil, Left 4 Dead, and many famous figures from the technological world. Liu Chendong's trial has only just begun.

Chapter 752 Trials in the Virtual World (14)

“This should be safer, right?” On the fourth floor of the supermarket, Carlos and his group found a corner to gather together, and Giannifer asked while holding two children.

“If it weren’t for those red monsters, this place would be pretty good,” Donna said.

"But didn't you take down that monster quite easily?" Emily asked, looking up.

"The point isn't the monster," Donna, usually so serious, smiled at Emily. "It's how that thing came to be. If it evolved from a regular zombie, we're doomed. So, we need to find a way out of here as soon as possible."

“No, it won’t!” Emily said, walking up to Donna. “Uncle Anthony said that kind of monster is called a tyrant.”

"Oh?" Donna became interested and hugged Emily, saying, "Tell your big sister everything you know, okay?"

"Hey! That's not fair." Arno chimed in, "Why does Xiao Ai call us 'uncle' but you 'sister'?"

"Teacher, I will protect you and my sister," Andrew, who had been quietly nestled in Geoffrey's arms, suddenly looked up and said.

"Yes, the teacher knows."

Another group of people in the supermarket kept glancing at them and whispering among themselves, "Those people have attracted the zombies."

"Yes, what should we do?"

"Wouldn't it be better if we united?" At that moment, an elderly man with a full head of white hair stepped out of the crowd and said, then walked towards Carlos and the others. "Young man, may I join your conversation?"

“Of course!” Carlos replied.

“My name is Hoffman, and I am a designer, an architect,” Hoffman continued. “I was involved in designing this island when I was young, and I wanted to retire here when I got old, but who could have imagined that something like this would happen.”

“This isn’t a good place to retire!” Arno interjected.

"Indeed, but this place means something different to me."

“Alright, Mr. Hoffman. Let’s get to the point,” Donna said.

“Okay, the city hall has an emergency escape system, a ********, we can use it to leave here.”

Are you sure this escape equipment won't be used by anyone else?

"Yes, because of some government measures, this equipment was abandoned. So many years have passed, many people have forgotten about it."

"But this thing still works?"

"Yes, its lifespan is 150 years, and it can last for 70 years even without maintenance. It has only been 40 years since it came out, so it is definitely usable."

"Then why didn't you tell them, but instead told us?"

"I'd like to too, but do they look like they have the ability to go out?"

"Indeed, then Mr. Hoffman, what are your terms?"

“Take my granddaughter away.”

"how about you?"

"The plane can't fit that many people, which is another reason why I didn't tell them."

"Deal made, but we need to rest and regroup. Can we proceed tomorrow?" "Of course."

Meanwhile, Liu Chendong and the survivors he encountered continued gathering supplies. Liu Chendong's abilities were recognized after he silently cleared out many zombies, especially by the young man named Douglas, who practically worshipped him like Superman. Their gathering place was a villa, and when they returned with a large amount of supplies, they received a warm welcome, attracting the curiosity of the others. Liu Chendong smiled amicably but didn't join the conversation; he was pondering the whereabouts of Francis, Daisy, and the others.

"Hello!" At this moment, an Asian man walked over and extended his hand to Liu Chendong. "I am the owner of this villa. Welcome."

"Don't mention it. We're all alive, and we should keep going. I understand, it's not easy for any of us," Liu Chendong said calmly. He didn't have any particular feelings for the person in front of him; as a survivor, he needed their care to survive.

The entire virtual world is chaotic, just like the chaotic worlds I've traveled through before. They are all so different, and the situations are somewhat different as well.

Leaving aside previous wars, this naval conflict has intensified the animosity between the two armies to an unprecedented degree, which explains Liu Chendong's attitude. Seeing Liu Chendong about to leave, Douglas quickly came over to stop him and shouted to the middle-aged man, "Uncle John, Mr. Liu Chendong is leaving, stop him!"

John walked over and said, "Mr. Liu Chendong, you are indeed making a mountain out of a molehill."