Hua Shengton used necromancy to soar into the air, his right hand raised high, and his five fingers spread out to aim at the magic book. The magic book was pulled by it, and instantly flew towards him. However, at this time, Spider-Man did not pay attention to Hua Shengton, but jumped high and threw a mechanical spider at President Reagan.

"Stupid guy." Hua Shengton was dismissive of Spider-Man's actions, anyway, as long as the magic book was in hand, it didn't matter whether Reagan had help or not.

"That's ...... Because...... I'm here, you disgusting old man covered in green. A gnashing of teeth suddenly came from under his feet, accompanied by a sharp pain in the calf of his right foot.

"Ahhh Hua Shengton screamed and fell from the air, and at this moment, he was horrified to find that Deadpool, who had been drawn into a dry corpse by his spell, actually stood up again with a hideous face. It was because he was defenseless that he was easily cut off by Deadpool with a single sword.

"No way, this can't be!" Hua Shengton shouted loudly as he put his hands on the ground, constantly backing away from Deadpool. Without his control, the necromantic magic that wrapped the spellbook quickly faded, and it looked like it was about to fall back to the ground again.

Deadpool forced his body and walked towards Hua Shengton, his muscles and veins squirming wildly, gradually becoming plump and strong as he progressed. In the midday sun, the scene in front of me seemed so hideous and terrifying.

Fortunately, the citizens of New York City have always been well-informed, and even if anyone gets a glimpse of this scene, it is not surprising that it is not surprising.

"My name is Deadpool, not impossible. I also wish I could have stayed with my dear Goddess of Death longer, but she doesn't really want to keep me there. ”

Enraged, Hua Shengton turned his head and hoped to get Reagan's help, but under the attack of Spider-Man and the mechanical spider, the gun in Reagan's hand was basically destroyed. If it weren't for Spider-Man's kind-hearted concern for the ordinary citizens around him, maybe he would have lost at this moment.

"Well, any revolution should have a hard start." Hua Shengton's disgusted face contorted, and his hands were aimed at Deadpool to blast out a blast of necromantic energy, and then he turned around and prepared to jump towards the magic book with one foot, trying to turn the situation around with the power of the magic book.

However, something unexpected happened to everyone, a figure suddenly jumped out of the wreckage of the damaged car next to him, grabbed the magic book that fell in mid-air with both hands, and then landed on the ground and rolled, immediately widening the distance from Hua Shengton.

"Damn it, that's not something a lowly person like you can touch."

Hua Shengton roared angrily, and the dark green magic light condensed between his hands again, but unfortunately Deadpool behind him would not let him do it. In a sharp pain from his waist, Hua Shengton was thrown to the ground by Deadpool.

It turned out that Deadpool didn't dodge at all, but bent slightly during the run, and withstood Hua Shengton's attack with his left shoulder, in exchange for a chance to slash into Hua Shengton's waist.

Seeing this, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were in high spirits and immediately shouted for the man to run towards them with the magic book in his arms, and at the same time began to suppress Hua Shengton's firepower. Strangely, however, the man had been lying on the ground trembling since he had tumbled, as if he had suffered some great pain.

The person who suddenly appeared was naturally Liao Yu, after he found an opportunity to get close to the center of the battle, he had been squatting there looking for an opportunity, until the two zombie presidents were entangled by people and had no skills, he decisively took away the key magic book with an arrow jump.

As with all previous plans, Liao Yu naturally would not jump out recklessly. He calculated the distance between everyone, and at this time, the location of the magic book was closest to S.H.I.E.L.D., and he only needed to roll on the spot to immediately shorten the distance between him and S.H.I.E.L.D. to within ten meters. Spider-Man is no more than twelve meters away, Deadpool is dragging Hua Shengton, and within these ten meters, Liao Yu also planned three dodge points with enough shelter, no matter how you look at it, it is to make the best use of the presence conditions.

However, Liao Yu never expected that the seemingly harmless magic book would cause so much harm to the human body, and after coming into contact with Franklin D. Roosevelt, Liao Yu thought that the magic book would bring him some discomfort at most. But the moment he hugged the magic book, the extreme pain he had never felt before immediately shattered his cognition.

After the necromancy magic wrapped in the magic book came into contact with Liao Yu's body, it suddenly seeped into Liao Yu's body, and Liao Yu felt the pain from the soul level for the first time in his life. The cold and dark necromantic magic tore at his soul, washing through his soul like a cold underground river, but his body was not harmed in the slightest.

Liao Yu felt as if he had been pulled out of his own body, completely losing control of his body, and he could only watch his intact body lie in place trembling slightly.

"Stand up, stand up, stand up!" Liao Yu gritted his teeth and shouted frantically in his heart, no matter whether Deadpool and Spider-Man have the ability to contain the enemy or not, with his current strength, even the aftermath of the battle is enough to kill him without protection.

And at the same time that Liao Yu's expression was distorted and he was desperately struggling, Hua Shengton had already grabbed Deadpool's katana with his right hand and kept slashing his own katana, and his left hand was directly against Deadpool's chest, and a necromantic energy impact blasted Deadpool several meters away.

However, after this short but fierce battle, the green magic light of Hua Shengton's body was also dim, after all, his power came from magic, and a magician could fight with a fighting master like Deadpool for a long time, which was enough to prove the strength of this necromantic energy.

"You lowly mortals, I, Hua Shengton, made you!" Hua Shengton threw his head back and shouted, "I don't want to do that, but I'm sorry, Reagan." ”

After saying this, Hua Shengton suddenly pointed in the direction where Reagan was, and opened his pus-drenched right hand.

Reagan, who had just been tied up with spider silk by Spider-Man, suddenly shouted in horror: "You! What are you doing, Hua Shengton, you know your ......"

However, his words were completely cut off in his throat as the necromantic energy was withdrawn, and Spider-Man looked at President Reagan in surprise, who had become a rotting corpse, and then hurriedly turned his head to look at Hua Shengton.

Hua Shengton was replenished by Reagan's necromantic energy with the help of spells in the magic book at this moment, and the injuries on his body began to heal rapidly.

"Looks like I'm going to have to change tactics." Hua Shengton turned his gaze at Liao Yu, who was lying down, and was ready to clear this eye-catching guy from the world first.

Liao Yu, who was in extreme pain, caught a glimpse of this scene in horror, and he desperately tried to mobilize his limbs, but this pain from the soul seemed to really be able to cut off the connection between the soul and the body, and Liao Yu's body had even stabilized now, as if he had fallen asleep.

The green magic beam was instantly aimed at Liao Yu, and the dark green light reflected half of his body and face into a miserable green. At this moment, Liao Yu's heart was cold, and even the extreme pain in his soul was ignored by him at this moment.

"Boom!"

A blast occurred less than three meters behind Liao Yu, and it turned out that Spider-Man, who arrived in time, used spider silk to throw a motorcycle to block the fatal blow for Liao Yu.

The explosion shattered the motorcycle in all directions, with high-temperature debris flying in all directions, four or five of which happened to shoot in the direction of Liao Yu. Fortunately, these fragments did not directly hit Liao Yu's vital parts, but scraped away a large piece of flesh and blood on the back of Liao Yu's right neck and right shoulder, and even revealed oozing white bones.

"Ahh The great pain in his body finally pulled Liao Yu's consciousness back into his body, and he had never been so eager to control his limbs as he was now.

He didn't care about the bleeding wounds on his neck and shoulder, dragged his still trembling body, got up and gritted his teeth and slammed open the door of the store on the side, ready to leave Hua Shengton's sight first.

However, as soon as Liao Yu entered the store, he heard a loud noise, and the glass on the other side of the second floor of the store shattered, and a fat and disgusting zombie president actually drove a bathtub into here from the air!

"Howard Taft!" Liao Yu recognized the very special president in this cartoon at a glance, after all, his fat image like a mountain of meat and the giant bathtub, a special combat tool, impressed the reader very much.

Liao Yu's mouth was bitter for a while, at this time he could be said to be covered with bruises, the old injuries had not healed and the new injuries were more serious, and his physical strength was also at a low point, and he was afraid that he only had the strength to fight for his life.

However, it was impossible for him to give up just yet, and for a while, the pressure of real debt, physical health problems, and the grievances of being suddenly pulled into this place all poured out of Liao Yu's heart. The successive life-and-death moments released the other side that Liao Yu had been pressing in his heart, but it made Liao Yu at this moment look cold and ruthless.

Liao Yu quickly swept through the store, calculated the trajectory of Taft's flight in the bathtub, and picked up a bottle of beer from the shelf with his right hand without retreating, and jumped high as Howard smirked and crashed into himself.

When Taft was about to teach the little guy in front of him a lesson, his head suddenly dizzy, and he was smashed on the head by the other party. Spirits flowed down his head, and he could only subconsciously wave his hand and sweep away, slapping the guy away.

"What a tough bed bug."

In a jolt, Taft drove the bathtub through the door where Liao Yu had entered, and the blow just now only made him a little dizzy.

And Liao Yu had just completed a counterattack in mid-air with the help of soul piercing, and at the same time blocked Taft's arm with a magic book. Even so, Liao Yu was still fanned several meters away by a huge force.

Fortunately, Liao Yu observed the layout, adjusted the direction and crashed into the shelf where the bread was placed, so he was not killed on the spot. However, even though Liao Yu had tried his best to deal with it, his back was hit so badly that the wound on his shoulder began to spurt blood out again, and his abdomen began to ache faintly, as if his internal organs had also been traumatized.

Fortunately, Taaffe has taken off the rough skin and thick skin and the bathtub that controls the flight, and there is no other means for the time being, and most of his attention at the moment is on helping Hua Shengton to solve the siege, after all, except for Hua Shengton, no other zombie president can use this magic book.

Liao Yu, who has lost too much blood, has begun to cramp involuntarily, as an ordinary person in reality, it is a fool's dream to imagine that the protagonist in the movie can still jump alive after being shot several times.

He struggled to drag his body in the direction of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but after several struggles, he couldn't even support his upper body.

As Liao Yu's vision gradually blurred, his thoughts began to drift away, and he finally gave up his excessive movements, leaned back slowly on the soft bread, and lay his body on the floor little by little.

Liao Yu barely pulled his clothes to cover the wound with what sanity was left, his chest continued to rise and fall, and his gaze fell on the pale ceiling without focus. The first few life and death moments happened between lightning and flint, Liao Yu didn't have time to think about anything, and at this moment, lying here and resigned to fate, Liao Yu's thoughts finally had a moment of peace.

He subconsciously looked back on his life, from childhood to middle school, to college graduation, and into work. Unfortunately, in recent years, the years have been unfavorable, the investment has failed, and his immune system seems to have a problem, and the ensuing pressure has made him fall into deep self-blame and guilt.

However, at this time, it turned out that what impressed me the most was not the unsatisfactory in life, but the memories of childhood, the ugliness of the student days, and the bits and pieces of the journey with Luo Ying. Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, but perhaps because of this, the remaining one or two points are so memorable.

"It turns out that the feeling of dying is like this, that is, I am a little homesick......" As his consciousness gradually blurred, Liao Yu's last memory of the outside world stayed at the picture of Deadpool throwing a grenade into the giant bathtub.