Is there really no solution to the zombie virus?

I'm afraid not necessarily, there are superhumans in this world who can resist this infection, and completely transform themselves into icemen, ghost riders and humanoids who are not human at all, midnight werewolves, or simply robots like Vision......

But the problem is that they may be able to avoid being infected, but the fighting power of those zombie heroes is not vegetarian.

In order to eat a bite of meat, what is the point of losing two parts on the body? Dead man's head and the Wasp, like the one in the comics, have to shake their heads with their masseter muscles to give themselves another bite of delicious fresh meat.

In front of tens of thousands of superpowered zombies, a dozen or twenty superheroes who can avoid infection can't save the world, not even themselves.

The humanoid slowly rose from the dirt, tall and majestic. His body is made of vines, and the muscles are strong and powerful. Red Hulk's gaze meets that of a humanoid, and a strange aura intertwines between the two.

Red Hulk stared at the humanoid, sensing the red glow in his eyes. In those red eyes, Red Hulk felt an unusual power, a desire to wait for his commands.

"Go over there, you're in charge of clearing the way to the east!"

The tall red giant roared angrily, and he grabbed several containers around him again and again with his strong big hands, lifted them effortlessly, and then threw them fiercely in the direction of the zombie pile in the distance, the containers shattered with a bang, and the dirt inside splashed everywhere.

Shattered shipping containers were scattered on the ground, and dirt poured out of them like waves of earth.

Then, he grabbed the humanoid vine arm. The humanoid was lifted effortlessly by the Red Hulk, like a handful of dirt, and the Red Hulk threw his arm vigorously and threw the humanoid into the distant mound. The humanoid whizzed through the air like a green bolt of lightning. Clods of dirt were splashed everywhere, and for a moment the dust was filled, and the mounds of dirt were rippling with mud.

The humanoid landed on the mound, his body blending perfectly into the dirt, as if he had become a part of the earth, and without any harm, he stood up from the mound, stared in the direction of the Red Hulk, and shook the tentacles that looked like eyebrows slightly.

The beast, infected as a zombie, greedily shoved a piece of meat into its mouth, crunching and chewing, and the blue fur on its ears that had become a little dull kept shaking.

The beast hadn't eaten since Xavier had eaten a few hours earlier, but the American colonel suddenly sent someone to him and said that he had a buffet opportunity to ask if he had joined the gang.

Do you still need to ask? Definitely! There are few people alive in New York City now, and if you want to eat meat, you have to run out of state, but how can his blue-haired little short legs outperform those speeders.

So the beast answered on the spot, and the colonel made good on his promise, and the space carrier did have an innumerable amount of fresh meat for everyone to enjoy.

"Squeak..."

Suddenly, there was a faint noise in his ears, and he turned sharply to see a tall vine monster with red eyes standing behind him.

"Huh?"

Before Professor McCoy could use his three PhDs and eighteen honorary professorships, he could think about what this thing was.

The vines were as if they were alive, quickly tangling around the flesh of the beast, forming a twisted and terrifying bondage. The vines were strewn with spikes and barbs that gripped into the flesh, making it impossible for the beast to break free, holding him in place like a shackle.

"Wait, I know who you are, you're that monster in the swamp, you're humanoid!"

The beast screamed, and he remembered it completely, and he must not be frightened by the touch of a humanoid.

But at this point, he is caught in a self-circulating thinking trap, like "don't think about an elephant". Although he knew he should stay calm, the more he learned about the humanoid body, the more terrified he became......

You can no longer see the sun, you can no longer let your mind wander in your brain, you can no longer eat a bite of delicious meat......

Countless worries and anxieties circulate through his rotten, stinking mind, each thought like a sharp hook that pierces deep into his heart and finally into fear.

As the beast's fear reached its peak, flames rose from him. At first, only faint sparks flickered around him, like starlight in the dark, imperceptible. However, that little spark gradually merged...

Finally, in an instant, the flames suddenly expanded, like an exploding star. It instantly filled the space around the beast, enveloping him entirely. The raging flames burned extremely violently, releasing a blinding light.

In his final moments, he let out a terrible cry: "I'm sorry... Xavier—" His voice faded into the flames, leaving only embers and black smoke floating in the air.

The humanoid turned around slightly, its eyes scanned the surrounding zombie group, its red eyes did not have the slightest emotion, step by step, the humanoid walked towards the other zombies, each step was stable and powerful.

As he went, the debris of the dirt spilled and his vines stretched out like demonic tentacles, grabbing approaching zombies and setting them on fire mercilessly. The zombies let out a terrible scream, and their bodies burned in the flames, quickly turning to ashes.

"Go over there! That's the guy sent by the Director! ”

A large group of soldiers shouted and rushed towards the humanoids, who had just received an order from Fury in the communication channel to start the Quint fighter under the leadership of these heroes and start evacuating.

The humanoid sensed the approach of the soldiers, his red eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he rushed forward without hesitation, and the vines grew rapidly, condensing into a hard fist and smashing the angel that was rushing towards him.

......

......

Red Hulk clenched his fists and exploded the head of a zombie with great force, splattering blood and bones.

"Boom-"

There was a loud bang behind him, and it seemed that an extremely large and heavy object slammed into the clearing behind him, and the ground shook violently, and debris flew everywhere, hitting his broad back.

"What?"

The red giant turned around scolding, his pupils constricting the moment he saw the comer.

Dressed in sturdy red armor and wearing a wide helmet, only his mouth and eyes were exposed, like a red iron pot buckled upside down on his face, even in front of the Red Hulk, who was nearly three meters tall, his figure was unusually large.

"I've only fought Banner before, not the Hulk like you."

He gasped and made a creepy sound, but the gasp was not from exhaustion, but from hunger, his mouth was open, revealing sharp teeth, and blood flowed out of his blood-red mouth from time to time, forming bright red liquid lines.

That certainly won't be the blood of the Red Tank.