Marvel’s Death Merchant

Jill opened the door and found the kitchen behind. She was surprised that there was everything on it. No wonder people on the platform lived on it and ate and drank Lazar to sleep.

Jill found a refrigerator. She hurried forward to open the refrigerator door, followed by the sound of Jill's belly calling hungry. After all, she didn't eat well for two days. The two compressed biscuits before the battle had already been exhausted by stomach fluid. But the refrigerator wouldn't give her a chance. There might be nothing in it, maybe it was Marcus' intention.

Jill could only tighten his belt before continuing his search. However, Jill found a chocolate box in the cupboard. The only three pieces of peanut chocolate that were about to expire were what Jill liked to eat. She ate one of the remaining pieces and put it in her bag to continue eating.

"Call, call, how is everyone going?" Gil said over the radio.

"Oh, nothing but the **** rat." Chris replied lightly.

"I've reached the second-floor office lobby and hope there's something here, that's food." Jill said.

Suddenly a wind came from behind Jill! "Oh!" As fast as lightning, Jill turned quickly, and flashed left and right with his flashlight.

"Is it you, Chris?" Gill whispered, the quiet environment didn't echo, and Gill had an unpredictable feeling that danger was coming. She stepped forward slowly, stepping forward, and suddenly the wind came from behind her!

"Yeah!" Jill turned again, but it was unlucky, too dark. He turned too fast and accidentally hit something similar to a hanger. "Pop!" The pistol flew straight away.

Jill carefully controlled himself without saying, "Fack." Jill secretly cursed. Since the flashlight was on the pistol, Jill calculated that the distance was about seven meters. This death distance became the distance between her live target and the muzzle bullet.

"I'm in danger. Come and support, I'm in the office lobby." Jill radioed with the lowest voice, and she turned off the radio. Worried that the echo in the headset would once again expose her position in the dark, but she thought it had been exposed. Jill took a deep breath. Holding out her right foot and moving the difficult first step towards the pistol, she could feel that her eyes were watching her, and she could feel so close to death.

Her hands holding the knife were full of nervous sweat. She told herself to be calm and calm. Where did she go before? In the dark hall, Jill could only see a beam of light on the pistol, and the rest could only rely on his ears, every move near the listener. Hear in all directions. The second step had been taken, and Gill looked around hard, the time seemed to be frozen, so long.

Three steps, four steps. Gil looked at the pistols that he didn't usually care about at this time and became so good. In five steps, Jill handed the saber to his left hand and prepared his right hand for the gun. Six steps, you're almost there. It's almost here, don't make a mistake.

But someone wouldn't wait too long, and Jill felt the wind coming from behind. She thought it was late to finish. The instinctive Yi Yue rushed towards the pistol, just in front of the pistol, picked up the pistol, lay on the ground, turned around and raised the gun to shoot, there is no danger in taking a flashlight left and right.

"Meow!" At this moment a kitten appeared gracefully under the beam, and sat down and looked at Jill curiously.

"What! How is a cat?" Gilton was speechless to himself.

"What happened?" Chris rushed to Jill for the first time and said with concern.

"It's okay, it's just a cat." The two bright spots that Gill reached out into the night were the cats' eyes reflecting on their reflection.

"Cat! It scared the cat." Chris felt ridiculous again. This is their fault.

"It's not time to laugh, look at this." Jill handed Chris the materials scattered on the floor in the office lobby.

"Call. Call, I have something here," Alice said by radio.

"Where are you?" Jill asked. "Don't talk ... I feel like he's approaching me ..." Alice then turned off the radio. After a while, gunfire and blast-like sounds came!

"Call! Call! Did everyone hear the gunfire?" Chris said by radio. "I'm rushing to the scene of the accident." Lyon also said seriously, "So do we." Chris and Jill quickly ran out to the gun. The sound rushed in the direction.

The gunshot wasn't too far away, and Jill and Chris heard another crossfire while they were running.

"Eh! Heh!" The voice was getting closer and closer, and Gil and Chris rushed to the scene of the accident, and found that the calm in the past had been restored again, and the gunfire stopped. Jill gestured to Chris, stating that he wanted to search forward, and the two of them made no sound step by step.

"Shh ... the man is behind the box on the left." Alice whispered. It turned out that it was Alice's words that prevented them from advancing so that they would not be found by the enemy on the opposite side.

"You ... you ... hurt!" Gil said in surprise with the smallest voice. "It's okay, what was hit during the crossfire just now, the protection of power is not as fast as that person's attack." Weske replied lightly, Ke Reese looked at the **** wound on Alice's left shoulder, and the bullet ran through Alice's collarbone. Chris immediately tore off the corner of his ripped combat suit to help entangle the wound and used the medicine in the medical kit.

Just then there was movement on the opposite side, and suddenly the lights on the roof were turned on! The dazzling light suddenly made the three of them unable to open their eyes ~ www.readwn.com ~ A person behind the box opposite turned out to face everyone and did not pose a shooting action. Wesker, who had just arrived, also saw the scene.

Jill opened his eyes and looked intently. A familiar figure stood in front of her, and shouted, "My God! What the **** are you doing, Rebecca! We have been looking for you for a long time."

Chris also shouted in surprise: "Why don't you remember us? We were comrades-in-arms! She couldn't hear you, and she was clearly in control of her spirit." Lyon told them lightly.

"Indeed! She was controlled by me, and it was controlled by me, humming." Marcus stepped down the ladder on the second floor of the warehouse lightly.

"Marcus turns out to be you. You are very good at increasing the power of the Hydra organization and developing your own biochemical weapon." Wesker looked at Marcus and frowned.

"This is a very good question! Very good! You think that in the past you and William would betray me at no cost. The Ambrella company is very powerful, but the Hydra organization is also not weak for me." Marcus As he came down the stairs, he faced the muzzles of Chris, Jill, and Alice and the cold eyes of Wesker in a disdainful tone. (To be continued.)