Dark Savages Come To the United States

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

Now she was losing the negligible sense of security brought by the iron gate, and the only thing she could do was tighten the weapon in her hand.

"fighting?"

Her thinking began to slow down in fear, until the stench of walking corpses spread into her nostrils through the gradually widening crack.

At this moment, Jessica's body was like waking up from a dream!

In the previous encounters, her body and consciousness had already fought more than once in conflicts. At this time, she hadn't noticed that her body was ready to fight.

After her consciousness became a little more awake with the actions of her body, the stench of pus from the walking corpse in her mouth made her vomit.

With everything in the stomach blurted out, the previously replenished energy was largely lost with vomiting.

Vomiting takes a lot of energy out of the body and cuts off the body's access to energy.

With a crisp creaking sound, the metal door panel was completely torn open, and a pair of arms covered with carrion stretched out from the crack in the door panel, scratching casually.

This disgusting arm passed directly in front of Jessica's eyes, creating a pungent stench.

With a click, the ax in Jessica's hand swung subconsciously, chopping off the walking corpse's arm.

Then she stood up and was ready to fight, or her body was subconsciously ready to fight.

No one knows how many of the walking corpses are left, and this battle will only end when one side has no one who can act.

No one would expect a girl who was still in fear before to be able to remember how many walking corpses she had killed. Even Aurak back then couldn't remember the exact number of these walking corpses during the uninterrupted fighting.

"ha!"

Jessica yelled, suppressing the burning sensation in her stomach after vomiting in this way, and she rushed up before her consciousness was fully awake!

As Jessica smashed the head of the walking corpse sticking out of the crack with an axe, the iron door was completely shattered.

A few walking corpses squatting above the iron gate fell to the ground, directly scraping Jessica who was charging to the ground.

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

...

"What would you like to have?"

Bulkasso asked Tony who just came in without raising his head, hitting the metal block with a hammer in his hand.

It is very rare for him now to have some sense of crisis, after all, the existence of Masail is a threshold that he cannot bypass.

The killer monkey hangs on the door frame, swinging there like a swing, looking quite cozy.

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

"I wonder what happened to that car, it doesn't look like a normal machine."

Tony waved and pointed to the pickup truck outside the door, and then asked Bulkeso in front of him. His eyes would look at the killer monkey from time to time, and he still cared a little about this monkey.

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

Although Tony's question wasn't difficult to answer, he reminded Bulkelso of one thing.

That is, Matthew was sent to the Holy Mountain, and his car hadn't been cleaned yet.

"That was forged by me bit by bit, but the power system was adjusted by me, doesn't it look pretty good?"

Bulkelso put down the hammer in his hand, and then took a straight look at Tony.

When talking about forging skills, it is rare for Bulkelso to show such an emotion of joy.

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

On Frank's side, holding a pistol in his forehand, pointing at Nick Fury in front of him, with the other hand protecting Jill behind him.

Now Nick Fury is a little panicked under the huge pressure, and Frank, the old man, is naturally remembered by him.

"Man, Jill's school is already on leave, you don't have to send him to school, so do you have time to chat with me?"

Nick Fury turned a blind eye to the gun barrel in front of him. After all, if Frank thought about it, no matter how subtle his tactical movements were, he couldn't avoid the subsequent shooting.

"Are you hurt? This is not normal!"

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

This kind of posture that can reduce stress due to the injury cannot escape his eyes.

Nick Fury uses his life as a substitute every time he meets him, even if there is any injury, this should not happen.

After all, every life double is healthy.

"I hurt my soul, and that's nothing you need to care about."

Nick Fury's one eye is slightly closed to avoid revealing anything in his eyes.

However, this habitual action has no effect at all behind facing Frank.

"You messed with my acquaintances? Bulkelso?"

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

"Okay, what do you want me to do here, just tell me."

Frank felt Jill tug on his arm, and it was evident that the name Bulkelso made the kid a little nervous.

"I need your strength. The 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 concealment was meaningless, Nick Fury simply did not put on the posture of the agent. He leaned back and supported the chair with only two backs, looking relaxed a lot.

"Don't tell me that you plan to let me assassinate my benefactor? If you say that, you will directly lose this double."

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

"We found that Hydra has an armed force in the mysterious field, and our combat power is seriously insufficient now."

Nick Fury said casually with his face up to the sky, and it was one of the few places where Frank could relax a little.

"Then what do you want me to do? Send those things to die again with a gun?"

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

It's not a good thing that a guy who is full of troubles suddenly appears here while enjoying the warmth of breakfast with his son.

Frank's words were full of sarcasm. Although he felt that he would not be helpless in the face of the enemy, he did not think that bullets could destroy ghosts.

"Vampire, our enemy this time is likely to be a vampire. Your method is very effective against those guys."

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

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

"biu!"

With the sound of silenced gunshots, Nick Fury had an extra hole in his leg, and a handful of blood exploded directly.

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

At present, 6,000 words have been updated, and the remaining 8,000 words will be posted at five or six in the afternoon. I have to take a break...