Marvel's King of the Undead

The woman didn't care about the stain that had just splashed on her face, but stared at Wayne who retreated into the distance with a horrified expression.

Wayne had just escaped the liquid attack, turned sideways, and immediately met the woman's direct gaze.

"Stinking rogue"

The corners of Wayne's mouth twitched silently, and he subconsciously covered his lower body.

Wayne took a step forward, not too much, and his posture was a bit awkward.

After all, he needed to prevent his love from leaking out again, so he covered his lower body and moved forward. Not only did he need to carefully ensure his tight protection, but he also needed to constantly restrain his inner shame.

just,

He suddenly remembered that maybe he wasn't just being noticed by the few people in front of him.

He still doesn't know when his clothes were destroyed.

It is also unclear whether all the people who were rescued before saw his heroic appearance.

Therefore, Wayne fell into deep distress and entanglement.

He has completely mastered the scene, and it only takes a little effort to deal with the two people on the opposite side.

In this case, he was not in a hurry to end the battle, but fell into deep contemplation.

The pace never stopped. Although Wayne spent most of his energy on memories, his body was still walking ahead unconsciously.

The speed is not fast, but it brings great fear to women.

The woman was facing Wayne, staring at his every move.

She really wanted to remind her of the secret weapon behind her and wanted him to attack quickly. Even if he couldn't defeat the boy in front of her, it could at least provide her with some time to escape.

But the secret weapon behind him still stood like a puppet, stunned.

The woman became more and more anxious, and Wayne's light steps seemed to step directly on her heart, crushing her already shaky confidence to pieces.

She knew that there seemed to be something wrong during the development of the secret weapon, resulting in the secret weapon's brain being imperfect.

So the actions of the secret weapon now make her a little scared, worried that there is something wrong with the secret weapon.

If that was the case, then her only hope of escape was gone.

But in this case, she didn't dare to look back at the secret weapon behind her.

She was afraid that the moment she turned around, the young man in front of her would suddenly rush over and kill her.

Just like his companion just now, even his death was unclear.

Wayne was still approaching, even frowning.

The woman put her hands back. Not daring to look back, she could only pinch the arm of the secret weapon hard, hoping that he would give her some feedback.

Then scolding himself a few words would at least prove that he could still speak, and at least let her know that he was still conscious.

However, the fingers she twisted were a little sore, but the secret weapon behind her still didn't move at all.

The hard arm muscles are like a stubborn stone. No matter how hard you pinch, there will be no feedback.

"Boom."

suddenly,

A gunshot broke the weird atmosphere at this time.

"what"

The woman screamed subconsciously.

She was frightened to death,

At this time, she is no longer a warrior with super powers, but an ordinary little girl.

Wayne, who was deep in thought, crouched down suddenly and avoided the bullet fired at the back of his head.

His thoughts returned in an instant, but Wayne still didn't understand when he started to be frank.

The avoidance just now was completely a subconscious behavior of the body.

Looking back, Wayne suddenly saw a soldier who had survived by chance hiding in a patch of grass and quietly staring at him, as if he was preparing to shoot again.

The dark clouds just now had been blown away, and under the dim moonlight, Wayne's butt looked white and reflective.

"Boom."

Another bullet flew.

Wayne twisted to the side and dodged the bullet fired at his butt.

however,

Wayne was annoyed.

What if the soldier still shot his heart, head and other vital parts.

He actually spanked him,

Isn't this naked ridicule?

Picking up a pistol from the ground, Wayne scraped the dirt off the gun.

This gun should have been thrown here and there by the people he rescued while escaping just now.

Judging from the distance it was thrown, it must have been thrown by a man.

It turns out that when the threat of death hangs on people's necks, gender differences shrink further.

Some men will act like a frightened little girl, while other women will act like a female version of Rambo.

These performances have nothing to do with gender, but only with the individual's personality.

The pistol seems to still work;

Wayne glanced at the woman not far away.

The woman's body had begun to tremble slightly.

It doesn't look like her character is a female Rambo.

Wayne shook his head in disappointment.

He had previously heard that a woman in the Middle East, after witnessing the murder of her son, led her daughter and daughter-in-law into a fierce battle for 7 hours, taking away the lives of 25 soldiers and leaving unscathed.

I thought that the super-powered soldiers trained by the organization should be better, but now it seems that personality is not something that can be changed casually.

Even harder than changing gender.

For example, Wayne at this time,

The cruel scenes he witnessed in the base made his whole person begin to change, and he seemed to be much duller.

However, not long after, his mind became active again.

Even under the influence of magical energy, they are becoming more and more active, and some are constantly popping up, some are useless.

Wayne shook his head again, as if he wanted to shake off the overactive cells in his mind.

Just now,

The moment Wayne was awakened by the gunshot, magical energy became active again.

Countless things suddenly jumped out of the depths of his mind, and they were still extending infinitely.

Little inexplicable things began to appear in his mind one after another, and he continued to draw inferences, forming more bizarre ideas.

Covering his head with one hand,

Wayne felt that if he continued like this, he might become a psychopath like Wade.

At this time, he seemed to be experiencing a crazy brainstorm in his mind, constantly confusing his thinking and making him completely unable to concentrate.

He obviously wanted to shoot the soldier, but he would inexplicably start to notice other inexplicable things that suddenly popped into his mind.

"call."

Sighing, Wayne suppressed the turmoil in his mind, raised his hand and pointed the gun at the soldier.

Take a deep breath,

arms straight,

The eyes, the muzzle and the target are three points and one line,

Pull the trigger.

"Boom."

bullets fired,

Wayne's movements are as standard as in the training room.

The fired bullet accurately hit the tree trunk next to the soldier, and the frightened soldier jerked his head down.

"Bang. Bang. Bang..."

The gunfire continued,

Wayne fired the gun as if to vent, as if he wanted to shoot out the thoughts that were constantly pouring out of his mind.

The bullets followed the arc and landed on the tree trunk accurately. Several shots all landed on the same point, punching through the tree. If you want to chat with more like-minded people about Marvel's King of the Immortal, follow "Hot Articles" on WeChat and chat with more book friends about your favorite books