MTL - Marvel’s Death Merchant-Chapter 176 set off

Early in the morning, the walking dead left. There was only one left at the door, leaning against the wooden fence in the yard and sitting on the ground. Motionless, as if dead.

Rick wanted to go back to his house and double-check.

Together, the three men quietly removed the plank from the door. Rick put on a transparent protective mask and walked out of the room with a baseball bat.

"Are you sure he's really dead?" Rick asked back, "I have to ask again."

"It's dead," said the black man, looking at Rick. "There's something left in my head. That's why I have to start."

The corpse heard movement, turned to look at Rick, and stood up. His body was filthy, his skin was disgusting blue, his face was bitten with scars, and his mouth roared inhumanly, towards Rick.

Rick no longer hesitated. He rushed in front of the corpse and smashed it into the head of the corpse, but the corpse just shook unconsciously.

Rick didn't dare to relax when he saw this, and continued to hit the corpse's head vigorously.

After a few strokes, the walking dead could no longer stand and fell to the ground kneeling weakly. Rick made persistent efforts, raised his stick high, and slammed it on the head of the corpse, putting the corpse completely down.

After the walking dead, Rick still didn't dare to relax. He wrestled with his energy and added another stick, and the head of the corpse cracked open and died completely.

After the battle, Rick gasped, covering his wounds, and fell to his knees.

"Are you okay?" Ji Liang cared.

"Let me breathe," Rick answered tiredly.

After a while, Rick calmed down, and then brought Ji Liang and the black father and son into his house.

"My family is still alive." Rick dropped the bloodstained mask. "At least he was alive when he left."

"How do you know?" The black man asked.

"There are empty drawers in the bedroom and the clothes were taken away, not many, but enough to use on the road," Rick explained.

"Maybe it was stolen." The black man questioned.

"Did you see the picture frame on the wall?" Rick said, "It's gone. I haven't seen anyone steal this."

After speaking, Rick opened a cabinet. Flipped a few times.

"All my family's albums, family portraits, are gone."

Rick's words awakened the memories of black people.

"Photo album ..." The black man's eyes were tearful and he smiled bitterly. "My wife ... a kind of ... I'm packing survival supplies ... she's holding those albums ..."

The black man was in grief, and Rick began to worry about his wife and children. Jieliang was not affected in any way, so he comforted the two so that they would not be too sad.

"Perhaps they went to Atlanta." Ji Liang didn't want to continue brewing the sad atmosphere, and suggested the answer according to the plot he knew.

"It should have gone there," the black man echoed with grief.

"Why go there?" Rick asked in confusion.

"The government has built a shelter there," said the black man. "Very large. At least that has been said until the broadcast stopped. The military protects it, eats and lives ... they call people there. It is the safest place . "

"And they still have a place to see a doctor," the black kid added.

"Yes, the CDC says they are looking for a solution," the black added.

When Rick heard this, his eyes firmed, and he turned into the back room and took out a bunch of keys from a locker.

Ji Liang was relieved, and things finally went down according to the original plot.

Next, Rick took the mustard and the black father and son to the town's police station.

At this time in the world of the corpse, energy had been interrupted for a month. And Rick just woke up from a coma. I have n’t taken a bath for quite some time. So Rick burned some hot water using the butane system in the police station, and everyone took a hot bath comfortably. The joy of the black father and son is beyond words, and the black children even sing rap songs. In a world like this doomsday, hot baths have become an extravagant luxury.

Several people were exhausted after taking a shower. Rick pushed the black kid away, trying to persuade the black man and Sue to go with him to Atlanta.

Even if Rick didn't say that, Liang Liang had already made up his mind to follow him. The black man was unwilling to leave, and his wife was still wandering the street.

Next, Rick opened the police department's arsenal and swept through the guns and bullets inside. Most of the arsenals are pistols and shotguns. The only exception is a light rifle with a scope, also known as a sniper rifle. Rick gave it to the black man.

Blacks are actually Rick's life-saving benefactors. When Rick woke up, he was very weak and alone. He was still wounded. He didn't know what was going on in the world and lacked the vigilance he deserved. Without the help of black people, Rick would die. So even though he wanted to part ways, Rick's conscience prevented Rick from ignoring his benefactor's danger. Rick gave half the gun to the black man.

After that, they came to the backyard of the police station.

"Hold it." Rick gave the black man a radio intercom. "At dawn every day. I'll be driving for a few minutes. If you go to Atlanta in the future, you can use it to contact me."

"Listen," the black man warned Rick and Jillian. "They don't usually act alone, often in groups, like hungry wolves. Be careful!"

"Take care!" Jiliang solemnly told the black man that he knew how dangerous it was to act alone.

Just then, a walking corpse in police uniforms wobbled towards them across the barbed wire gate.

"Lyon Bessie," Rick said emotionally, "I know him, careless and stupid. But I can't let him roam like this."

Rick pulled out his gun.

"The gunfire will draw more walking dead," the black man reminded Rick.

"Get out of here before they come," Rick said.

So the black man took the child to drive. Rick walked in front of Lyon, facing him across the barbed wire. Lyon clutched the barbed wire tightly, staring at Rick, squinting his teeth, making an inhuman growl.

Rick slowly raised his gun and put the muzzle on Lyon's forehead. Lyon begged to die, letting his gun rest on his head, and continued to growl at Rick as if he were talking to Rick.

"Bang!" The blood splattered, Lyon's head lifted back sharply, grasping the barbed wire with both hands, his body slowly softened, and finally fell to the ground without any breath.

The two cars drove out of the police station and went their separate ways at the intersection. The black man sounded his horn and said goodbye, and Rick pulled the siren twice to respond. The two knew that in this apocalyptic era, after this separation, there might be no longer a time to meet.

Rick pulled the car to a dead body position and stopped. Ji Liang knew what he wanted to do. Rick has always been this way, and his sanity is constantly being influenced by his almost stupid innocence and kindness.

By the time Rick and Mustard found her, the half-length walking dead had already climbed into the woods.

On the grass in the forest, unknown small flowers are blooming, and golden sunlight is shining on the half-walking corpses on the grass.

The wrinkled and rotten skin, pale blond hair, turquoise eye circles, missing nose, and bare gums are no longer terrifying.

The half-walker found Rick and Mustard who came to her.

She lifted her head hard and squeezed a few weak growls from her throat ... She repeatedly tried to prop up her body, but failed again and again ... She looked at Rick and Mustard, exhausting all their strength towards them Reaching out a hand, as if asking for their help ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ A roar in the throat is like a pleading word ...

"It's sad you don't look like this," Rick said sympathetically to the half-walker.

Then he pulled out his gun, aimed at her, and pulled the trigger ...

The half-length walking dead finally stopped moving, quietly lying on the grass, and truly returned to tranquility.

There was a gunshot in the distance, as if responding to Rick's shooting.

Ji Liang knew that the black man was using the sniper rifle to shoot the walking dead on the street. Relying on the sound of gunfire, the wife who turned into a walking dead wanted to rest her. With tears in his eyes, his emotions were vented by killing the corpse. But when his wife appeared in the sight, he couldn't pull the trigger anyway, and could only weep ...

Jieliang feels that he should do something. The existence in the underworld arranges himself to come into this world, and it is not without reason. Maybe someone wants him to experience more things in this world, maybe he doesn't know now, but it's not important now, he will live well and find the answer. (To be continued.)

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