"Why are you running? Why are you running?! ”

The zombie Wolverine screamed and pounced on the middle-aged man closest to him, his face contorted as if he had completely lost his mind.

The middle-aged man's face was pale with fright, but his feet had already softened into soft-footed shrimps, and he could only watch as the terrifying existence quickly approached and clung to him.

Under the frightened gaze of a group of passers-by in the distance, the pair of steel claws that had been stained red by the blood of an unknown number of people pierced the man's neck without hesitation, and with a scream, a stream of blood spurted out.

He opened his mouth to take two mouthfuls, the blood red in his eyes flashed, and the sinister smile seemed to come from hell. He suddenly looked at the zombie Daredevil on the side, and his voice was low and full of evil taunts:

"How? Lawyer, Lao Tzu didn't lie to you, did he? Isn't this feeling exciting?! “

His voice was ecstatic and absurd, completely different from normal humans.

In this demonic state, he seems to have completely indulged in the pleasure of sucking blood, and no longer retains any humanity, this scene is creepy, and it is hard to imagine what this used to be like Wolverine.

Daredevil, who was also infected as a zombie, did not speak, his eyes were hollow, and there was no human emotion at all.

He rolled over and gracefully landed in front of a young man who was fleeing, grabbed his arm with great force under the frightened eyes of the other party, and then pulled it down with a ruthless movement.

"Ahh Help me! Help me. Everyone's fine, come and save me. Please."

The man howled in pain, blood gushing from the wound, but the Zombie Daredevil didn't seem to care. He grabbed the arm and tossed it aside, and with a horrific rain of blood, the arm spun in the air and eventually fell to the ground.

The physical fitness that has reached the limit of the human body, combined with the corpse of a corpse that does not have to consider muscle strain, it is simply easy for him to tear off the arm of an ordinary person.

He had a small bite mark on his ankle, but it was deep enough to see the bone, and it looked like Matt Murdoch had just lost the alley battle with Wolverine.

But this can't be blamed on him, even if the zombie Wolverine has lost his powerful self-healing ability, he has also gained a very high degree of immortality because of the identity of the zombie, and he naturally has a great advantage in the face of Daredevil, who can't bear to be killed.

Daredevil can't take even the slightest flesh wound, and Wolverine, the zombie, won't have any scruples.

"You're right. Even if you made me like this, I have to admit it." The zombie in the red leotard tilted his head, then bit down on the young man's neck.

"Bang bang bang-"

As the two zombie superheroes feasted, a dense burst of gunfire rang out, and before they could react, a rain of bullets shot in, piercing their flesh and blood.

At the same time, the siren sounded, and a group of police cars stopped dozens of meters away in the distance, and more than a dozen police officers jumped out of the car tremblingly and raised their guns to aim at these two terrible zombie heroes.

One of them raised his horn and shouted, "Immediately put down the martial arts in your hands. Stuff! Get on your feet, or we're going to keep firing!" ”

Zombie Wolverine and Zombie Daredevil turned their heads at the same time, their bodies were covered with bullet holes, and sticky black blood was still leaking, but they didn't seem to care about the damage, their eyes were empty and terrifying, as if they had no fear of death.

The officers watched the scene, their faces turned pale, they swallowed their saliva, and they couldn't help but start talking to each other in low voices.

"What's going on?" A young officer asked in a whisper, his fingers still shaking, almost unable to hold the pistol in his hand.

As an NYPD employee, he's seen all sorts of weird things happen in his career after college, and New York City has a lot of crazy people and monsters every day.

He had been thinking to himself what could be more bizarre than a man turned into sand and a mole-like monster in the streets.

Now he has the answer, but he doesn't want it at all.

Not at all.

Another elderly police officer, whose face was as usual, but whose legs were shaking when blocked by the car door, whispered, "How the can I know!" But it looks like they're not human at all, these guys used to be superheroes, how did they become like this? “

"That guy in a red tights with two D's on his chest and horns on his head, don't you look at it?" He held out a finger and boldly pointed at Daredevil, or the guy who used to be Daredevil.

The guy was hit by a bullet at this time, and he didn't look scared or in pain, but continued to drink blood, as if it were some kind of delicacy.

The young officer nodded, and he felt goosebumps on his body, which went from the heavenly spirit cover to the soles of his feet.

"I've dealt with this guy before, and there's supposed to be this kind of ruthless guy in a place like Hell's Kitchen to scare the gangs."

"Once, I was almost kicked off by a couple of gangsters, but this guy fell from the sky at some point, and a punch and kick saved my good head."

He sighed, his eyes tinged with sadness, "But why did he become like this?" You can't believe the rumors that he's a devil."

Although he said this, the elderly police officer's heart was beating drums, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

From the naked eye alone, there are at least a dozen corpses in that place, which is absolutely impossible to fake

Wait, is it possible that Mysterio did a good thing? His eyes suddenly lit up.

Maybe Mysterio made everyone hallucinate that the superheroes in front of them were man-eating monsters. That guy is able to perfectly simulate all kinds of smells and images, and has caused many superheroes to suffer.

"What are they talking about? Can you listen no, blind. ”

Just when the police officer still couldn't accept the reality and was thinking wildly. Zombie Wolverine took another bite of the meat in his hand, turned his head to Daredevil standing in front of him and asked.

He originally planned to keep a low profile, eat a few homeless people that no one cares about every day, and find an opportunity to stay in a place where there are few superheroes in the future.

But the moment he came into contact with Matt Murdoch's blood, he couldn't bear it.

A feeling that rose from the bottom of his heart for no reason, or something in his subconscious was telling him.

To eat meat, to turn more people into beings like him.

to spread the gospel.

(End of chapter)