The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

The male nurse walked step by step. He seemed to feel something was wrong, so he walked very slowly.

But being slow, he never thought that something was wrong, so he walked very slowly. His consciousness told him that he should not go towards the body.

What's in that body? What will happen? Will he become a zombie? No, no, no, I must have watched too many American TV series.

The male nurse thought so.

But why am I a little scared? Of course, being attacked is a scary thing, but I always feel that something is wrong. I shouldn't go any further. Why?

The male nurse looked away from the body. He raised his eyes and looked at Simmons. At that moment, he felt horrified.

He saw that Simmons's eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he could clearly see the excitement and murderous intent shown even though he was still a few steps away from her. When he looked into those eyes, his heart doubled. The hair and fine hairs stand on end.

He stopped walking forward. He figured it out and figured out what was wrong.

There are bodies on the ground. It's over. I think this girl did it. I have to get out of here quickly. This is a murder scene.

"He needs care." Simmons said with an exaggerated expression. "Why don't you come and lift him with me? I am a woman and I don't have that much strength."

"I" the male nurse's hand trembled slightly. He felt more and more that the girl in front of him was a murderer. He began to step back, one step, two steps.

However, Simmons realized that the male nurse was retreating, and immediately stopped covering up. The sword-wielding hand behind her back suddenly appeared, and she also stepped forward, quickly approaching the male nurse.

"Ah! Help!" the male nurse shouted, turned around and wanted to run away.

With a loud sound, the killing sword was already behind him, giving him a chill.

"Um," the male nurse moved his lips, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

Fitz's eyes filled with tears as he watched all of this.

Simmons stared at the dead male nurse. The male nurse opened his eyes wide, as if looking at Simmons, and he refused to close his eyes.

Simmons gasped, "Don't blame me. It's just that you chose to become a slave of the devil. I just kill scum for God. It's none of my business, so don't blame me."

In the ward where the male nurse came out before, the patient also came out at this moment.

The patient was a fat man, none other than Hercules.

"It seems like something terrible has happened."

Hercules vaguely heard the male nurse calling for help. In order to step out and take a look, Hercules had no choice but to pull out his own infusion, so there were still blood spots on his arm.

"Hera Hercules." Simmons' eyes widened, she knew this guy.

She knew that this man was one of Yan Luo's main cadres. It was said that he had inhuman strength. This was very different from the doctors, nurses, and soldiers who were killed today. I felt like something was wrong now.

Although there is no surveillance at this time, even if you kill someone to solve the problem, you have to be able to kill.

Simmons gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, her fingers were numb and her heart gradually cooled.

Am I done?

Simmons thought.

No, he is injured and sick, and has not yet recovered. Fitz and I may not be able to defeat this fat man.

Hercules was indeed seriously injured. The battle between Yan Luo and the Sentinel was undoubtedly devastating, and Yu Wei almost killed him.

"Are you, Simons?" Hercules frowned, "Are you here, holding, wait, that's Hayabusa's sword?"

"Ah, yes," Simmons said. She tried her best to calm down. Hercules was not a piece of fish and could not be killed by just slashing randomly.

"Did you kill him? He just shouted for help. Are you killing someone?" Hercules frowned. The scene in front of him was beyond his expectation.

He didn't really ask this question. He actually knew that Simmons had killed someone. The main reason he asked was because he didn't know why Simmons killed someone.

Heracles was curious and wanted to know why.

He was not worried or afraid. As a demigod, he was not afraid of the scene before him.