The Death Knell

The two were silent for a long time after this conversation, until Tony finished the assembly work. This suit looked like a scaffold with a battery, and everything was simple and shabby.

The flame jet is modified with a cleaning nozzle. The defense against biting only relies on the thick cotton cloth wrapped outside. The control system can be said to be completely non-existent and only relies on hydraulic mechanical transmission.

"It's been a long time since I did this kind of backward exoskeleton, but it looks like it should be enough." Tony dropped the pliers in his hand and wiped the sweat on his face: "You go in, wait for us to go out, and go together. Check the parents."

"No, you go in. This is your suit. I can't operate it." Cassandra shook her head. She had a gun.

"The operation is similar to that of an excavator. It's nothing difficult. Listen to me. I'm a man. It makes no sense to hide by myself and let you walk outside."

Tony opened the simple front cover of the suit and waved to Kassandra:

"Although I am not British, I have always been a gentleman. If I were on the Titanic, I would give the lifeboat to the lady, and then go to the kitchen and try to build a new ship."

"Tony..."

Perhaps it was the conversation that was the beginning of mutual understanding. She was moved by self-sacrifice. After all, Cassandra removed the strong shell of the past. She threw herself at her ex-boyfriend, gave a passionate kiss, and began to take off the man again. Clothes.

"Don't, don't do this, we are very short on time, who knows if zombies will get stronger and stronger over time."

Tony flicked his lips and insincerely resisted.

"It doesn't matter, five minutes is enough anyway!"

The woman was not worried at all, she licked her lips, and if she were to die, she would also be a contented ghost.

The man's expression suddenly became very complicated. He looked at the shadowless lamp on the operating table in pain, gave up resistance, and let the opponent push him down.

"..."

Three minutes later, Kassandra's judgment was not wrong, and five minutes was more than enough, not a waste of time.

The man with the mustache seemed to have been hit hard. He sighed and got into the inferior jersey. He didn't live up to the bed, and his waist couldn't harden in life. He could only listen to Cassandra's arrangements.

The woman was holding a gun, pushing a cart with a battery and walking behind, while Tony, who operated the exoskeleton, walked ahead and opened the way.

It's near, the door leading to the corridor is near, but the outside world is very quiet, as if the zombies also knew they were coming out.

Tony looked at the woman through the cockpit glass modified by the plastic tray, and Kashan loaded the weapon and nodded seriously.

So he unplugged the bottle hanging rod that was stuck in the door, kicked it on the door, ready to go out to kill the ring, the flamethrower had already burst into flames!

"Oh!" A black figure outside the door came back and flipped, raising his hands and shaking again and again: "Slow down, Tony, you don't want to kill me, do you?"

There is a sea of ​​corpses and blood in the corridor. All the zombies have their heads blown up, and the ground is crooked everywhere. The walls are full of indifference and unknown body fluids, like a team responsible for maintaining the Red Square. He painted it again.

The crisis was clearly resolved, and the red-haired woman in front of her did it alone.

"Natasha? Why are you here?" Tony looked around and walked out of the exoskeleton armor: "You made these? I only know what the red house means today. You are too good at killing people."

"I'm here to save you, not to listen to your ridicule. If you dare to talk about the Red House anymore, I'll tell the Chief about your messing around with international terrorists." The black widow simply gave Tony one. Gestures with the middle finger, then looked at Cassandra holding the gun: "Don't point the gun at me, I will kill you next time."

The one-eyed woman smiled: "Oh? Try it?"

"Don't be impulsive, Cassandra, Black Widow is my colleague and friend." Tony stood in between the two, because Cassandra's temper was not very good, he didn't want to be extravagant, and continued to say to Natasha. "Also, I'll talk about Fury. In fact, my father also knows about Kashan. It's more complicated than you think."

"Whatever you want, I found out. Both you and Fury like Hydra women because they both have a sense of mystery? Hehe, man." The black widow shook her head, turned and left: "Follow me, We went up from the stairwell to the rooftop. I have been looking for you for a long time, thanks to Jarvis for providing me where your signal finally disappeared."

In fact, this is a lie, Natasha has been lying.

She had contacted Jarvis before coming here, but she just asked if Tony was still alive. As for knowing that there are zombies here, it was her principal who said it completely.

And these zombies outside were not killed by her, there are too many, even if she is confident, she can't guarantee that they are foolproof, these are all made by the bionic army.

They were teleported into the hospital by the adjutant, and then teleported away after killing all the zombies. Unconsciously, Natasha only needed to be responsible for washing off the surveillance video.

The corpses of the zombies were left alone. The adjutant said that SHIELD agents and the heroines were rushing here, and someone would be responsible for sweeping the streets.

Tony instinctively suspected that Natasha could not kill these zombies alone, and the black widow immediately asked Cassandra's trouble to cause a conflict. As a result, Tony's attention was distracted, and the female agent passed the test smoothly.

When Coleson and others arrived and saw Tony going out wearing a battle suit, he naturally wouldn't doubt how these zombies died.

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Anyway, Tony didn’t notice anything wrong now, he just held his battery with emotion on his face: “Thanks to Jarvis, it’s not the first time he has saved me, but I still have to say that if you want to see a doctor in the future, just pick it. Best of all, the quality of the second-placed service is really not good. I will never come back to this hospital."

"I saved you. It's not the one who doesn't even have a computer AI for arms and legs. You have a chance to repay me." Natasha walked ahead with a twist, rubbing her fingers. Death Knell: "Shopping coupons, spa club cards, luxury car keys, real estate certificates, anything is fine."

"Uh, can I ask you to eat a hamburger? I owe you a favor. If one day you are also besieged by zombies, I promise to save you." Tony wants to talk about feelings. He doesn't want any relationship between the Avengers. Too many exchanges of interests, thinking that this will make the alliance impure.

"Come on, if the Red House has taught me anything, it is to have fun in time, otherwise I will die with regret." The black widow's little hand reached out to Tony, rubbing her fingers faster: "If you don't Give me a bribe, and I will post the indecent video of you and the young model last week on the Internet."

"What? Are you monitoring me?" Tony stretched his face.

"No, it's Nick Fury who is watching you. I don't look at the things that are easy to blind. Oh, it just so happens that the Kun-type fighter has arrived." While talking, rushing, in a few words, because there are no zombies in the way, the three of them Has come to the rooftop.

But here, a flying zombie was accidentally found in the sky. It was a ‘falcon’ that was flying in the night wind while being stripped of flesh and blood by the air current. He seemed to be about to touch a fighter plane.