The news media does help the masses understand the world in many cases, but too much knowledge is not a good thing in many cases, because these understandings are only half-understood, such as now.

All countries began to refuse, planes from Britain were denied landing, towns and cities close to infected areas were militarily quarantined, but the unrest turned out to be worse.

People who were a little closer to the infected area tried to flee, but their arrival was beyond the limits of other cities.

Supermarkets were sold out, the airport docks were filled with noise, and what was even more terrifying was the inevitable start of gunfire all over the city.

The demeanor of the so-called English aristocratic gentleman was not worth as much as a loaf of bread at this time.

"One, two, three...... Three hundred and eighty-seven"

Mercer counted, it was the number of hunters he had killed, but that was only part of it.

"Coulson, Preya's ability to infect is stronger than that of the mother, and the proportion of hunters born is higher, but the combat power has not changed."

Mercer communicated with Coulson through the headset in his armor, he was taken aback by the number of hunters, but he was glad that the quality of these monsters had not improved, and they were still the same fighting power as before.

"The zombie virus has broken out in the UK, and it is very spreading! 》

"Suspected to be similar to the Manhattan virus attack! 》

The Real Apocalypse? Horror of the Infected! 》

"Authoritative Chemical Defense Expert: How to Effectively Prevent Virus Infection!" 》

Britain in Quarantine! 》

The front page headlines of the world's major online media are the situation in the UK, and TV and other news media are tracking and reporting all the time, and there are always many reporters who want news and don't want to die.

……

Connecticut, Raccoon City, Hive.

"What's the matter with that giant hunter?"

"I don't know, it seems that the infected person himself is special, and someone needs to be sent to investigate?"

"Send someone to investigate? How do you investigate, that prototype is already there, did you send someone to deliver the news? Hurry up and research the new virus, and at the same time send someone to keep an eye on the movements of S.H.I.E.L.D. ”

New York, Manhattan, S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.

"Director, this is the case, it is preliminarily determined that the source is the Black Watch Force who took away the land Preya."

"Well, Blackwatch went to Europe? A premeditated outbreak? There is news to continue to report. ”

……

None of this had anything to do with Mercer, and in front of him stood a monster twice as tall as he was, like an enlarged version of a hunter.

The last time Mercer faced such an opponent was Flint the Sandman on the streets of Manhattan, and now Flint is left behind in Manhattan to protect Dana and Melinda.

Unlike Flint, Mercer doesn't feel helpless or helpless when confronted by this guy who seems to be the King of Hunters.

"Phil, launch the missile, hit the target in the head, don't make it jump," Mercer said.

"Whoosh! Sou! ”

Two slicing sounds of air flowing, and two missiles landed on top of the monster's head.

Mercer took advantage of this opportunity to jump up in an instant and came to the back of the monster, and the giant blade on his left arm also attacked the monster's back with the force of the fall.

Unfortunately, Mercer's attack didn't work directly, and while the monster's howl proved that it felt pain, the thickened skin blocked Mercer's attack.

"This skin is so thick! Phil, how many weapons did you bring? ”

"And four missiles."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. really picks the door, and it's ......"

Mercer's grumbling was interrupted by the monster's claws, but Mercer was able to dodge it with agility, feeling from the wind beneath his feet that was far stronger than that of the Super Hunter.

“…… I don't know how to bring more weapons. ”

Mercer landed on the ground, the monster's agility did not match its size, and the exceptionally strong claws quickly struck Mercer.

At the same time, Mercer's right hand turned into a wind whip wrapped around the monster's other upper limb, and then the whole person rushed towards the monster like an arrow off the string.

Again, Mercer's giant blade stabbed the monster in the chest, and he himself was hit by the monster's rapidly rising lower limbs.

Mercer's body that had been knocked out of the air stood firmly on the ground, and he rubbed the shoulder of the hit with his right hand, which had changed back to its original form.

"Your skin is thick, and my armor is not thin."

Mercer wasn't hurt, and although the monster's attack power was far superior to that of the Super Hunter, it didn't really hurt him.

In the next second, the monster in his sight changed its appearance, blood red began to quickly fill the skin, and its huge body became one size larger.

"Alex, the other party seems to be ......"

"I see it."

Mercer spoke, then used his giant blade to borrow the other's stronger upper limbs, and then turned his right hand into a heavy hammer and smashed into the lower limbs that were rushing towards his chest.

The power of the hammer caused the other party to take a step back, and Mercer's figure sank a little, as Mercer's own power was transmitted through the opponent's body to his own body.

Where the hell did this monster come out of nowhere?

Mercer's style of play to "hurt" and "hurt" is consumed with the opponent, to be precise, Mercer will not be injured, but the opponent's attack is slowly weakening.

The monster's bloodshot skin gradually returned to a pale color, and its strength and speed slowly decreased, but Mercer continued to attack the same way.

"Phil, hit its upper limbs with a missile, avoiding its head!"

I have to say that the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are definitely well-trained, and the missiles accurately hit the monster's upper limbs. At the same time, Mercer's form appeared on top of the monster's head.

"Poof!"

Mercer's long-awaited feeling came through the Greatblade, his own stabbing through the monster's eye, and then a burst of blood that Mercer felt different enveloped the two of them.

"Asgardian !!"

This is a long memory, the person who was devoured by himself has lived for thousands of years, such a lifespan is naturally not an ordinary human, his hometown is Asgard.

Not a heroic figure, but an ordinary stonemason, who was later conscripted into the army and came to Earth a thousand years ago, because of a love that remained.

His long life and extraordinary physical fitness earned him a respect that he did not have in the past on earth, he hid his weapon, and then became a professor at the university with peace of mind, and his wealth and status made him happy.

It's a pity that such a pacifist actually encountered an outbreak of the black light virus when he was on vacation, he was just an ordinary Asgardian, and his physical fitness was not enough to make him immune to the black light virus, so a monster far beyond ordinary hunters appeared.

Looking at the different worlds, Mercer was obsessed, just like the saying goes: My journey is the sea of stars.

Ahem, Mercer came back to his senses, the Asgardian hunter was gone, and Mercer felt a fresh power within him.

Asgardian genes? Berserker power?

Mercer wasn't sure what it was, but he was sure it would be good for him, but unfortunately, compared to Mercer's own power, it seemed to be going to disappear at any moment.

"Alex, are you okay? What is this guy? ”

"Good. He's coming from a strange place, and I'm not sure if I'm mistaken", Mercer didn't elaborate, anyway, Thor estimated that it won't be long before he returns, so let's talk about it then.

If there are no monsters of this level in the future, Mercer's next battle should be to face Prea.

"Black Watch, Gentek, Hydra, don't let me catch you!"

Mercer has no hatred for these organizations, but his promise to Elizabeth Green, to the infected who died at his hands, and for the sake of his own peaceful life, these organizations must perish.

……

Manhattan, New York.

"Flint, did you think Alex would be in danger?"

"He's the most powerful person I've ever met, and he'll be fine."

Flint didn't know how many times he had answered Melinda and Dana's questions, and Mercer was indeed the most powerful man he had ever met.

He remembered that Mercer had slashed into his sandy fist, and his fist collapsed at the touch of a touch, and that the recovery process had been delayed like never before.

This is also one of the reasons why he stopped directly at that time.