Jessica heard a noise above her head, and a beam of light crossed her eyes.

Now that she's losing the negligible sense of security that comes with the iron door, the only thing she can do is tighten the weapon in her hand.

"Fighting?"

Her mind began to slow in fear, until the stench of the walking corpse reached her nostrils as the crevasses widened.

At this moment, Jessica's body woke up like a dream!

In previous encounters, her body and consciousness had already fought more than once in contradictory situations, and at this time she had not noticed that her body was ready for battle.

By the time her consciousness had cleared up a little with her body's movements, the stench of pus from the walking dead in her mouth made her vomit.

As everything in the stomach came out, the energy that had been replenished was greatly lost with the vomiting.

Vomiting causes the body to lose a lot of physical strength and cuts off the body's access to energy.

There was a crunch, and the metal door panel was completely torn open, and a pair of arms covered with rotten flesh reached through the crack in the door panel, scratching at random.

The disgusting arm slashed straight in front of Jessica's eyes, stirring up a pungent stench.

With a snap, the axe in Jessica's hand subconsciously swung over, cutting off the arm of the walking corpse.

Then she stood up and was ready for battle, or her body was subconsciously ready for battle.

No one knows how many of the walking corpses remain, and the battle will only end when one side is completely devoid of people who can move.

No one expected a girl who was still in fear to remember how many walking corpses she had killed, and even Orac had not been able to remember the exact number of these walking corpses in the non-stop fight.

"Hah!"

Jessica shouted, and in this way suppressed the burning sensation in her stomach after vomiting, and before she could fully reach her consciousness, she had rushed forward!

As Jessica smashed the head of the walking corpse stretched through the crack with an axe, the iron door shattered directly and completely.

Several walking corpses crouching above the iron gate fell to the ground, directly scraping Jessica to the ground.

With the swing of Jessica's axe, all the claws reaching out to her fell to the ground.

……

"What do you want to order?"

Bourkeso didn't raise his head to ask Tony, who had just come in, hammering the metal block with a hammer in his hand.

Now he has a rare sense of crisis, after all, the existence of Masayle is a threshold that he can't get around.

The killer monkey hangs on the door frame, swaying there like a swing, and it looks quite pleasant.

Only Tony would look up from time to time, and the two monkey paw prints on his face had not completely disappeared.

"I wonder what's going on with that car, it's not like normal machinery."

Tony waved his hand at the pickup outside the door, and then asked Bourkeso in front of him, his eyes glancing at the killer monkey from time to time, and he still cared a little about the monkey.

But now he was more concerned about the pickup truck outside that he couldn't understand.

While Tony's question wasn't hard to answer, he reminded Bourkeso of something.

That is, Matthew was sent to the Holy Mountain, and his car has not been cleaned.

"I forged it little by little, but the powertrain was tuned by me, doesn't it look pretty good?"

Bourkeso put down the hammer in his hand, and looked at Tony squarely.

When it comes to the craft of blacksmithing, Bourquesso rarely shows such a mood of joy.

Today, Jill is still taken care of by Frank, so there is nothing to worry about.

Frank, on the other hand, was holding a pistol in his hand, pointing at Nick Fury in front of him, and with the other hand, he was protecting Jill behind him.

Now Nick Fury is already a little panicked under great pressure, and Frank, an old fellow, is naturally remembered by him.

"Man, Jill's school has taken a leave of absence, you don't have to send him to school, so do you have time to talk to me?"

Nick Fury ignored the barrel of the gun in front of him, after all, Frank thought that he couldn't dodge the next shot even if he made a subtle tactical move.

"Are you hurt? This is not normal! ”

Frank looked at Nick Fury in front of him, his eyes sweeping over the other's shoulders and flanks.

This position, which can reduce pressure because of the injury, cannot escape his gaze.

Every time Nick Fury meets him, he uses a life double, even if there is any injury, it shouldn't be like this.

After all, every life stand-in is healthy.

"I hurt my soul, and you don't need to worry about that."

Nick Fury's one-eyed eyes are slightly closed, so as not to reveal anything from his own eyes.

However, this habitual movement has no effect at all in the face of Frank's back.

"You provoked my acquaintance? Bourkeso? ”

Frank immediately guessed the source of Nick Fury's injury.

"Okay, what do you want me to do, just say it."

Frank felt his arm tugged on by Jill, and it was apparently the name Bourkeso that made the kid a little nervous.

"I need your strength, S.H.I.E.L.D. has lost a lot of combat power before, and the Roaring Commando is almost completely scrapped."

Seeing that his cover-up was meaningless, Nick Fury simply didn't pose like an agent, leaned back, and held his chair back with only two backwards, looking a lot more relaxed.

"Don't tell me you're going to let me assassinate my benefactor? If you say that, you'll only lose the avatar directly. ”

Frank put away his gun and stuffed Jill into the bedroom, then pulled out another chair and sat across from Nick Fury.

"We've discovered that Hydra has an armed force in a mysterious realm, and we're seriously underwhelmed right now."

Nick Fury said casually with his back to the sky, one of the few places where Frank could relax a little.

"And what are you going me to do? Send those things with guns and die again? ”

Frank opened the milk on the table and filled the cup in front of him.

While enjoying breakfast time with his son, it is not a good thing that a guy full of troubles suddenly appears here.

Frank's words were mocking, and although he didn't feel defenseless in the face of enemies, he didn't think that bullets could destroy ghosts.

"Vampires, our enemies this time are likely to be vampires, and your methods are very effective against those guys."

Nick Fury put one leg on the table, then picked up the other leg and landed on the table.

The soles of his boots were facing Frank, and luckily there was no dust or anything like that on the soles of his feet.

“biu！”

A silenced gunshot rang out, and Nick Fury had an extra hole in his leg, and a handful of blood exploded directly.

It's just a life stand-in, and Frank doesn't dare to shoot, after all, it's common for him and his old buddy to fight and fight.