Marvel's King of the Undead

"It's probably tilted 45 degrees to the lower left and a few dozen centimeters."

Wayne frowned, analyzing the arc and distance of the bullet's deflection.

At this time, his brain was like a high-performance processor. While constantly producing information, it was also frantically receiving information from the outside world and constantly calculating.

Moving his arm slightly, Wayne moved the muzzle of his gun 45 degrees to the upper right by a few dozen centimeters.

After a while, the soldier stretched his head out again, wanting to observe the situation outside.

"Bang,"

moment,

Wayne's bullet fired again.

"puff."

A bloody hole appeared in the middle of the soldier's eyebrows, and the first person in the world to be killed by Wayne with a gun appeared.

Wayne finally wiped away the shame of the previous ten misses.

After looking around, Wayne suddenly felt a little regretful.

If only Coulson and Skye's group were here, his marksmanship would surely shock their eyes.

Look at the woman from before again.

At this time, the woman's body had begun to tremble more and more violently, and her legs were even a little stiff, and she could only half lean on the tall man behind her.

Seeing Wayne looking at her, the woman's legs suddenly weakened. Fortunately, she tightly grasped the arms behind her with both hands to prevent herself from falling directly to the ground.

Raising his arm again, Wayne pointed the gun at the woman.

Moving up slightly, Wayne's rapidly running brain made Wayne's movements as precise as experimental instruments.

Move tens of centimeters in the 45-degree direction on the upper right.

Looking at the woman with fear almost overflowing from her face, Wayne didn't feel the slightest bit soft-hearted.

At this time, his brain was about to explode, and countless things he had experienced, heard, and seen began to circulate endlessly in his mind.

It's like filling a balloon with a maximum volume of one square meter with two square meters of water.

If it weren't for his self-healing factor that was constantly repairing his damaged brain cells, he would probably have cerebral palsy or a mental retardation at this time.

The chaotic thoughts have made it impossible for him to estimate other things. Now he can only rely on willpower to complete the control of his body.

"Kill these people and then find a place to relax."

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and Wayne pulled the trigger.

"Boom."

The bullet hit the target accurately again.

Wayne, who had previously been a hit-and-miss, suddenly turned into a sharpshooter who was always on target.

The woman reflexively covered her heart that had been shot, and all the strength in her body drained away rapidly.

Losing her support, she slid down the thigh of the secret weapon.

Her consciousness gradually faded away, and in a daze, she suddenly saw that the secret weapon that had been in a daze before finally moved at the moment she fell.

"You don't do anything until they are gone."

The words that the leader said to the secret weapon in front of her when she set out suddenly sounded in her mind.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled sadly.

She finally understood why the secret weapon had been motionless before.

It wasn't because his mind suddenly became confused and he forgot the instructions.

But she didn't understand the true meaning of that instruction.

Now she finally understands,

The leader's intention was not that he would take action after he was unable to perform the task, but that he would take action after he died.

The secret weapon finally turned around after the woman died. Before, he had always been facing Wayne sideways.

At this time, it finally turned around.

"Boom."

Lifting the gun, Wayne shifted the muzzle upward again, and then pressed the trigger.

At this time, he had no intention of asking about the contents of any organization.

He had no intention of wondering why the tall man who had been motionless before suddenly started to move.

Just shoot and deal with it.

Then go home and sleep.

The tumbling brain slowly calmed down, but strange things still kept appearing.

His eyelids suddenly became a little heavy, and now he just wanted to have a good sleep.

This time he aimed at the taller man's head.

The last bullet flew straight past and passed through the thin mask.

Wayne could even see the blood squeezed out by the bullet flying in the air from the small hole pierced by the bullet.

The quality of the mask was not as good as Wayne expected, unlike the organization's always high-quality equipment.

It looked like the tall man had bought the mask from a street vendor with his own money.

Just one bullet caused the entire mask to fall off the tall man's face.

The face behind the mask was revealed.

"you..."

The moment the mask slipped off, Wayne's pupils shrank sharply.

Finally there is one thing that can overcome the discomfort caused by the crazy thoughts in my mind.

The face behind the mask was very familiar to Wayne.

Wayne used to see that disgusting face almost every day.

But he never thought that after such a long time, he would see this face here again.

"Joseph"

Wayne asked tentatively.

Although he was 90% sure that the person in front of him was his fellow resident in the orphanage.

But he still had some hope.

After all, in Wayne's heart, no matter how bastard or shameless Joseph was, at least he came from the same orphanage as him.

Even though he had always looked down upon his character, Wayne at least hoped that he could live a peaceful life.

not to mention,

At that time, the entire orphanage disappeared together. If Joseph is like this now, it means that the entire orphanage has fallen into the clutches of the other party.

With his heart sinking slightly, Wayne stared closely at the man in front of him who looked like Joseph, hoping that he could give him an answer.

however,

After the mask fell off, the man also raised his head. Through the moonlight, Wayne could see the man's face more clearly.

Memories about Joseph suddenly came to mind, extremely clear and detailed, as if he suddenly walked out of his memory and stood in front of him.

Comparing Joseph's face in memory with the face of the man in front of him, even the tiny moles on his face were exactly the same.

The man didn't speak, and his wide eyes were a little dull. Although he had already started taking action, he still looked very dull.

In fact, Wayne didn't need a man to speak at this time.

He was already certain that the person in front of him was a fellow resident he had not seen for a long time.

The last time I saw him, I beat him up.

I didn't expect that after not seeing him for such a long time, I would continue to beat him up when I saw him again.

History is always strikingly similar.

Wayne finally straightened his chest. When faced with his old acquaintance, he finally no longer had to hide anything.

We had already been honest with each other in the orphanage when we were children. Although the size had increased at this time, Wayne was at least sure of Joseph's sexual orientation.

Unlike the perverted man before, Wayne turned his head and looked at the headless male corpse that had fallen to the ground, his eyes showing deep disdain without concealment.

Joseph walked towards Wayne slowly, even slower than before when Wayne was covering himself.

Wayne also walked forward slowly, sorting through the various memories that kept pouring out of his mind as he walked.

suddenly,

Wayne's movements paused slightly;

Just now, a scene of his clothes being torn suddenly appeared in his mind.

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