Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

His palm was like an iron clamp, holding it tightly: "Don't worry, I have a firm grip."

Fisk muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Then be gentler." Then, without any hesitation, he pressed the button that suddenly appeared on the panel.

Chapter 162 Welcome to...Night City, right?

This planet has been completely destroyed by the virus. It is devastated and lifeless.

For those who are still alive, it is a hopeless land.

Everywhere I looked was shrouded in gloom, and the light of hope had long been extinguished.

On the weed-covered road, a dilapidated school bus was at the front.

The hard shell reflected a chilling cold light in the dim sunlight. The rough-looking anti-collision steel plates were welded around the bus in an extremely rough manner, protecting the bus and the survivors inside. Every trace of welding seemed to tell of their hard work in order to survive.

The long and narrow convoy sped along the road. In the weeds that were nearly half a person's height, one shrunken head after another pounced on the convoy with bared fangs and claws, but it was unable to stop the convoy's progress. The rotten bodies were ruthlessly crushed under the wheels, turning into pools of foul-smelling blood.

Although they are the source of nutrients for these weeds, they are also a disgusting part of this doomsday scene.

"There's not much gas left." Carlos Oliveira kept pursing his lips, his furrowed brows filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

He wanted to smoke, as tobacco might bring some temporary comfort under this suffocating pressure.

But even the most basic hand-rolled cigarettes had been smoked out, and he could only keep pursing his lips to relieve his craving for cigarettes.

"Where is the road ahead?" Claire rolled her eyes, her eyes revealing fatigue and helplessness. She pulled out a hand-rolled cigarette from behind her buttocks and handed it over, saying, "This is the last one."

Carlos Oliveira's eyes lit up, and at that moment, a spark of hope seemed to ignite in his eyes.

He couldn't wait to take the cigarette.

Because it was not dried enough, it has a faint musty smell.

This is also the disadvantage of most hand-rolled cigarettes.

However, at this time, who would still think about this problem?

He greedily put the cigarette in front of his nose, sniffed it twice, but did not smoke it. Instead, he put it behind his ear.

The cautious movement was as if this was not an ordinary cigarette, but an invaluable treasure.

He took the map and spread it on the shaking table in front of him. Looking at the densely packed characters on it, his fingers trembled slightly as he ran across them. Each character carried a heavy fate.

He pointed to a place circled in black, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "It's Raccoon City. Several nuclear bombs exploded there. However, there are underground black markets and survivor camps on the edge of the city. We came here two years ago, and it's not suitable for living."

The black circle means they have been to this place and determined that it is not suitable for living. Not all places are very heavily radioactive. Many places are still survivable, but there are very few such places.

Because such places are either occupied, or, although there is no radiation, there are not enough resources for survival.

So they can only wander continuously.

In that nuclear war that covered the entire world.

To some extent, it is fortunate that this highway running through the north and south has been preserved.

"I didn't expect that I would come back here after so many twists and turns!" Carlos Oliveira suddenly sighed and looked out the window. The glass had been covered with black blood, and the scenery outside could only be seen through some tiny gaps.

His eyes were filled with memories of the past and confusion about the future.

Claire is not so sentimental.

She looked at the road signs on the map carefully and said firmly: "Refill water and fuel here, and then go south... Who would have thought that the radiation in the north would be so serious. I originally thought that the radiation in the south was serious enough, but the radiation in the north was so serious that humans could no longer survive.

We went back to the beach.

There is sea water over there, so the radiation will dissipate faster!

With the purification device.

We can also have plenty of water.”

Carlos Oliveira waved his hand and said tiredly: "We'll talk about it when the time comes. I don't know if there is enough fuel here.

In addition, if the black market here doesn't accept gold, we can only use bullets to exchange for fuel, water and food... If this place doesn't accept gold anymore, we have to consider discarding some of the gold. They are too heavy and take up a lot of space in the truck. Carrying them, we will waste a lot of fuel in vain."

Claire shrugged nonchalantly and said with a smile, "Whatever. Anyway, I don't want to sleep on the golden bed anymore. It's too hard and it hurts my back."

"Ding ding!" When the two were communicating, a sound suddenly came from the bus in front.

Their hearts suddenly tightened and their eyes all looked forward.

I saw a roadblock in front of the bus, and hundreds of abandoned cars blocked the road.

The railings beside the road were knocked open, and a path that was obviously newly opened appeared in front of everyone.

Carlos Oliveira's face became serious. He clenched the intercom in his hand and said, "Everyone, pay attention. There is a roadblock ahead. Don't get out of the car. Pull up the barrier and be alert!"

Claire also picked up the weapon beside her, but her eyes were scanning the map.

Through the gap in the glass, I saw the rusty sign on the roadside: "Don't be nervous, we should have entered Raccoon City now."

"Well, I remember this road was not blocked when I took it two years ago." Carlos Oliveira was a little confused, and his eyes were full of caution.

"That's because we're taking the road next door." Claire pointed to the lane running from south to north. There was no car on that lane, so traffic was unobstructed.

"Well, that may be my misremembering... Tell everyone not to get out of the car, and let the reconnaissance team take the small road to see what's over there. You should also go with us. I will feel at ease with you alone."

Claire rolled her eyes.

He picked up the radio, gave orders, and got out of the car.

A few guys dressed as cowboys had climbed onto the roof of the car.

They held crossbows in their hands and scanned the half-man-high weeds around them.

Once you find a shriveled zombie head among them.

He shot without hesitation. The sound of crossbows continued to be heard, and the zombies were quickly nailed to the ground. Although this attracted the attention of many zombies, compared with the loud gunshots, such a commotion was almost negligible.

Two armed pickup trucks drove up from the rear of the convoy.

Following closely was a police explosion-proof vehicle.

The explosion-proof vehicle stopped at the front.

Claire jumped onto the riot vehicle, opened the flap on the roof, got out, grasped the welded heavy machine gun with both hands, then reached out and patted the roof hard.

The explosion-proof vehicle rushed towards the path first.

Two pickup trucks followed closely behind.

The three cars quickly disappeared without a trace.

Carlos Oliveira watched them disappear, and for some reason he had a bad feeling in his heart.

The reconnaissance team drove very fast.

Because the firepower of the reconnaissance team is insufficient, even if they have heavy machine guns, they are useless once they encounter a zombie tide. Therefore, the speed must be maintained at a certain standard. Only with such a strong impact can they break through the zombie tide and escape.

Claire had been observing her surroundings carefully.

As a heavy machine gunner, he is also the one with the best vision in the entire reconnaissance team.

Her observations, in some ways, will affect the judgment and lives of the entire reconnaissance team.

The explosion-proof vehicle is as heavy as a tank.

Scattered zombies appeared in front, but they were as insignificant as ants to the explosion-proof vehicle. They were easily knocked away and crushed, leaving corpses all over the ground and opening a wide road for the pickup truck behind.

Claire frowned tightly.

She found that the number of zombies around was not right, they were too few.

We also saw many empty spaces where abandoned vehicles had been towed away, and we could clearly see the black marks left by the rubber tires rubbing against the ground.

An ominous premonition surged into her heart. She patted the roof of the explosion-proof vehicle heavily and shouted loudly: "Everyone be careful, something is wrong!"

Everyone's faces became tense.

The drivers couldn't help but step on the accelerator hard.

The reconnaissance team's speed increased a bit.

Claire glanced around sharply, secretly calculating the possible dangers.

Just then, a low roar came from a distance, and the sound was getting closer and closer, as if something huge was approaching.

"Find a place to turn around in front, and the rest of you get ready to fight." Claire grabbed the handle of the gun in her hand, her finger on the trigger, her body tense, staring intently at the direction where the sound came from.

The survivors also entered a state of alert, and a tense atmosphere permeated the entire convoy.

The dense forest began to gradually become sparse.

A city highway appeared in Claire's eyes. There was no traffic jam on the road. The asphalt road was slightly bumpy with some potholes, which could further speed up the reconnaissance team.

As long as you can get on the asphalt road.

Even if you are being chased by a pack of lions, you can still escape quickly.

There was no relief in Claire's eyes, but instead they became more solemn.

Because a zombie elephant suddenly appeared on the road in the distance.

Its huge body was like a moving mountain. Its sturdy and powerful limbs, which were originally able to support its huge weight, now appeared stiff and twisted. Its joints did not seem very flexible, and made heart-pounding creaking sounds when it ran.

Its skin is no longer as tough and smooth as it once was. It is covered with rotten patches. The gray epidermis has fallen off in large chunks, revealing the dark red muscle tissue underneath. The criss-crossing wounds are shocking, continuing to tell of the pain and torture it has suffered.

The elephant's eyes no longer had the gentleness and agility of the past, but were replaced by a turbid gray, full of madness and violence, which made people shudder. Its huge ears drooped, the edges were tattered, and some rotten meat and mucus were hanging on them, shaking from time to time with its movements, which made people feel sick.

Its long nose was no longer flexible, and was covered with black blood vessels, as if it would burst at any time and ooze out terrifying juice.

The fangs were also stained with blood and pus, emitting a disgusting stench.

The wounds on the zombie elephant's body were so deep that the bones were visible, but no blood was flowing out. Only some black mucus kept oozing out, dripping onto the ground, corroding the soil.

With every step it took, the ground trembled slightly, as if the death knell of doomsday was ringing.

"Fuck you, what the hell is this!" Claire cursed in Chinese. The others soon discovered this huge creature and were immediately panicked.

They soon discovered that this zombie elephant was not running towards them, but seemed to be running away, as if it was being chased by something even more terrifying.

Everyone's eyes followed the movements of the zombie elephant, and the doubts in their hearts grew stronger.

The team member below said, “Boss, it’s not targeting us.

It seemed like it was being hunted.