$201 Frank Fired the Gun

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

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

"fighting?"

Her thinking began to become sluggish in fear, until the stench of the zombies reached her nasal cavity with the gradually widening cracks.

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

In previous encounters, her body and consciousness had fought more than once when conflicts arose. At this time, she had not noticed that her body was ready to fight.

After her consciousness became a little clearer due to the movement of her body, the stench of zombie pus in her mouth made her vomit.

As everything in his stomach was blurted out, the energy he had replenished before was greatly lost due to vomiting.

Vomiting removes a large amount of energy from the body and cuts off the body's access to energy.

There was a crunching sound, and the metal door panel was completely torn open. A pair of arms covered with rotten flesh stretched out from the cracks in the door panel, scratching casually.

This disgusting arm crossed directly in front of Jessica's eyes, stirring up a pungent stench.

There was a scratch, and the ax in Jessica's hand subconsciously swung over, cutting off the walking corpse's arm.

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

No one knows how many zombies there are left, and this battle will only end when one side has no more people capable of action.

No one would expect a girl who was still in fear to remember how many zombies she had killed. Even Orak could not remember the specific number of these zombies during the non-stop fighting.

"ha!"

Jessica yelled, suppressing the burning sensation in her stomach after vomiting. Before her consciousness was completely clear, she had already rushed forward!

As Jessica chopped the zombie's head that stretched through the crack with an axe, the iron door was completely shattered.

Several zombies squatting above the iron gate fell to the ground, directly knocking the charging Jessica to the ground.

As Jessica swung her hand ax, all the claws reaching for her fell to the ground.

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"What would you like to have?"

Bulcaisuo asked Tony, who had just come in, without raising his head, hitting the metal block with a hammer after another.

Now he has a rare sense of crisis. After all, Malthael's existence is a threshold that he cannot get around.

The killer monkey hangs on the door frame, swaying there like a swing, which looks quite comfortable.

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

"I wonder what's going on with that car, it doesn't look like a normal machine."

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

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

Although Tony's question was not one that was difficult to answer, it reminded Bulcasso of something.

That is Matthew was sent to the Holy Mountain, his car not yet washed.

"I forged it bit by bit, but I adjusted the power system. Doesn't it look pretty good?"

Bulcaisel put down the hammer in his hand, and then looked at Tony directly.

When talking about forging craftsmanship, Bulcaisel rarely showed joy.

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

Frank, on the other hand, was holding a pistol in his hand, pointing at Nick Fury in front of him, and the other hand was protecting Jill behind him.

Now Nick Fury has become a little panicked under the huge pressure, and Frank, an old friend, is naturally reminded of him.

"Man, Gil's school has asked for leave. You don't have to send him to school. Do you have time to talk to me?"

Nick Fury turned a blind eye to the gun barrel in front of him. After all, if Frank wanted to, he could not avoid the subsequent shooting no matter how subtle his tactical moves were.

"Are you hurt? This is not normal!"

Frank looked at Nick Fury in front of him, his eyes sweeping over his shoulders and sides.

This posture, which can reduce stress due to injuries, cannot escape his attention.

Nick Fury always uses a life substitute every time he meets him, even if he is injured, this should not happen.

After all, every life substitute is healthy.

"I hurt my soul, you have nothing to worry about."

Nick Fury's one eye was slightly closed to prevent his eyes from revealing anything.

However, this habitual action has no effect at all when facing Frank's back.

"You provoked an acquaintance of mine? Bulcaisel?"

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

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

Frank felt his arm being pulled by Jill. It was obvious that the name Bulqueso made the child a little nervous.

"I need your power. SHIELD has lost a lot of combat power, and the Howling Commandos have almost been completely scrapped."

Nick Fury saw that his cover-up was meaningless, so he simply stopped pretending to be an agent, leaned back, and supported the chair with only his back legs, looking much more relaxed.

"Don't tell me you're going to let me assassinate my benefactor? If you say that, you'll only lose this substitute."

Frank put away his 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 a mysterious field, and our combat effectiveness is seriously insufficient now."

Nick Fury said casually with his face up to the sky. Frank's place was one of the few places where he could relax a little.

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

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

Enjoying the warmth of breakfast time with his son, a guy full of troubles suddenly appeared here, which was not a good thing.

Frank's words were full of sarcasm. Although he felt that he would not be powerless when facing the enemy, he did not think that bullets could eliminate ghosts.

"Vampires, our enemies this time are likely to be vampires. Your method is very effective when facing those guys."

Nick Fury put one leg on the table, and then lifted the other leg to protect it on the table.

The sole of the boot was facing Frank, but fortunately there was no dust or anything like that on the sole of his foot.

"Biu!"

The sound of a silenced gun sounded, and a bullet hole appeared on Nick Fury's leg, and a handful of blood exploded directly.

It was just a life substitute, and Frank had nothing to be afraid of shooting. After all, it was common for him and his old friend to fight and play.