People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

"Huh~" Walking out of the zoo, Ruben smelled a stronger smell of blood, and there were three gunmen's corpses in sight, and three more were in a more hidden place.But "concealment" is just that they hide a little bit, it's useless.

As a killer, Ruben is not afraid of blood. He has several times controlled a dog to bite off a person's throat, and an elephant to trample a person into a pulp.After experiencing such a bloody experience, why did he feel so afraid of Mike?

Reuben couldn't figure it out and didn't want to think about it.When I think about it, fear entangles me like a poisonous snake.

If you have to give an explanation, Ruben thinks that maybe it is often possessed by animals, the animal's instinct is stronger, and this instinct that has been precipitated over countless years is telling him through nerve transmission and secretion of hormones: This is the biological pyramid. of higher order.

Reuben sniffled and plotted a path to leave, avoiding the smell of people, avoiding the smell of gunpowder.

After leaving the zoo, Mike walked and came to a rather retro open-air building.

Mike sees the scalloped seating and the Delacorte Theater sign.

"So this is the theater where Shakespeare is played in summer... Shakespeare on Midsummer Night... just thinking about it... sleepy..." A man like Mike who sacrificed all his artistic cells, wouldn't it be nice to cheat his teammates for two rounds? Sleep in a place with many people?

Chapter 73: A chapter with a bit heavy taste

Not that the plays are bad, nor is Black Shakespeare.

Some people like skinny skin, why shouldn't others be allowed to like fat, tanks... Ahem, stop!

In short, radish and green vegetables have their own preferences.Look at your elegant art, I watch my soap operas, no one can hinder anyone, just have fun.

Well, that's not the point...the point is that there were people in the supposedly empty theater, a few actors on the stage, and a sparse audience in the auditorium.No matter the actors or the audience, they all kept one movement, motionless.

Only a few lights were on in the huge theater, and there were shadows all around, plus motionless people, the scene was very strange.

A strong rancid smell entered Mike's nose.

When was the last time you smelled this?

The cemetery grave was dug up, and it was entrusted to catch the obsession. Corpse.

Mike frowned, covered his nose, and subconsciously took two steps back, while those who were motionless twisted their necks stiffly, their eyes always followed Mike.

"Put it in the ground...are you unable to hold down the coffin board?" The light was a little dim, but Mike had good eyesight.These people, to be precise, are dead people—some have just died and are covered in bruises, and some have been dead for a while, with white maggots crawling around in the empty eye sockets... It feels like a biohazard.

Another killer?

However, knowledge color does not perceive other living people.

But Mike did not relax his vigilance. After all, knowledge and knowledge are not omnipotent, and he missed Ruben just now.

"Ow!"

More than [-] zombies roared suddenly, and rushed towards Mike in an extremely awkward posture.He was so frightened that he took out two guns from the space, fired them decisively, and knocked over a skull with one shot.

"Didn't you say that the weak point of zombies is the head?" Mike saw a zombie, the part above the upper jaw was gone, and he still rushed over.

"Mommy Fake!"

The magazine is punched, Mike throws away the pistol directly, and takes out two more from the space—one of the invisible benefits of the space, as long as the stored gun has a magazine, there is no need to consider the trouble of changing the magazine.

The system space does not provide combat power, but it can improve combat power, it just depends on how you develop it yourself.Just like there are no junk devil fruits in One Piece, only junk users.

Mike walked around as he fired, keeping his distance, and this time he aimed not at the head but at the knee.

"Whether you are immortal or not, and your legs are gone, let's see how you run!"

Soon, after Mike emptied four more magazines, the zombies lost their calves, but still persistently used their hands and thighs together, and crawled towards Mike.It's just that the speed is faster than before, it's just slow!

Therefore, it is very important not to panic when facing the enemy.If you can't stab him to death, you can cut off his hands and feet. This is especially suitable when you don't have silver weapons and you meet a vampire.

After waiting for a zombie to approach, Mike found something wriggling in his abdominal cavity, and a purple-black vine suddenly shot towards Mike's face.

"Corpse vine?"

Keeping vigilant, Mike dodged sideways and took out a small flamethrower for grilling from the space-don't ask why the precious system space is always equipped with barbecue utensils, does the world of foodies understand?

The wet-looking purple-black vines were unexpectedly flammable. The wisteria lashed the ground like crazy, trying to extinguish the flames, but soon stopped moving and burned quietly until it turned into ashes.

The air smelled of burnt methane.

"There are more animals than plants, and the weakness is that they are extremely afraid of fire." Mike looked at the other zombies.

After he took out the flamethrower, the zombies turned around and crawled in the opposite direction.

"Hey hey, don't run away, didn't you just have fun chasing, keep going." With a flamethrower in his hand, Mike gave a villainous smile and chased after the zombies.

The empty theater is full of metamorphosis.

One thing Mike didn't expect was that the enemy was very close to him, in a large potted plant in the theater.

Potted plants?

The killer is nicknamed "Wizard". The information provided by Winston is only the name of the wizard and a blurry photo of his back. He is very mysterious. It is said that he is proficient in witchcraft and black magic. He is one of the strongest candidates for the killer at the Continental Hotel.

The wizard, whose name is Disco Tripoka, calls himself the "God of Darkness".

Disco Tripoca is a descendant of the Mayans, living in modern society, no different from ordinary people.During one trip, he came to Chichen Itza to make a pilgrimage to the Pyramid of Kukulkan.On the top altar, Disco Tripoka accidentally touches the mechanism and enters a secret room full of sci-fi style.

In the secret room, Disco Tripoka found a strange vine, which danced like a tentacle monster, sensitive to light, carnivorous, especially human, and intelligent.The curious Disco Tripoka was parasitized by vines when he approached, and became a parasitic relationship.

The vines in the zombie body are the branches of the main body, through which the main body can "resurrect" and control the corpse.

Disco Tripoca became a killer, satisfying his material desires while satisfying the appetite of the vines.

At this time, Disco Tripoca was more like a living plant than a person, so Mike's knowledgeable domineering could not perceive his existence.

The branches were burned to death by Mike continuously, and every time a plant died, the main vine became more anxious.The body is like the queen, and the branches are like worker ants, responsible for finding food for the queen.

Disco Tripoca's body gradually spiraled out of control.

Ordinary people see zombies, no matter whether they can beat them or not, they are frightened at first, their strength and IQ plummet, and some even forget to escape or resist, just screaming and waiting to die.

It's so fucking cool to be as calm as Mike, and then run after him... It is strongly recommended to see a psychiatrist.

According to Disco Tripoka's thinking, since the goal is not easy to do, he should continue with Voldemort at this time, and then look for opportunities.

Apparently the vines had a different idea, and in this parasitic relationship, Disick Tripoka was in a subordinate position and had to obey.

Sighing, Disco Tripoka jumped out of the potted plant.

"Tentacles?!" Mike was taken aback, and vines danced around Disco Tripoca, which looked terrifying at first glance.

Look at it again... It's also scary.

Disco Tripoka stared at Mike and sneered: "You don't think I can only rely on these zombies to fight."

"Who are you?"

"Disco Tripoca."

"???"

"Wizards always know."

"Oh." Mike suddenly realized that there is too little information about wizards, and it is difficult to connect the tentacle monsters in front of him with wizards.

While speaking, the vines wrapped around Disco Tripoka, forming a pair of rattan armor.

"These vine armors are very tough and invulnerable. Your guns can't penetrate the defense at all. It depends on what you do!" Disco Tripoka held a long whip made of vines with countless spikes on it.If you eat a whip, you will definitely be ripped apart.

Mike said inexplicably: "You are afraid of fire, you have a flamethrower, why use a gun?"

Disco Tripoca: "..."

He swung two long whips and attacked Mike.

While dodging, Mike attacks Whiplash with a flamethrower.

boom!

The rattan whip turned into a fire whip.

The main body, as expected, is also flammable.

However, Disco Tripoka didn't throw away the fire whip immediately, but continued to attack until the flames almost spread to the top.

Disco Tripoca dropped the whip, and the vine squirmed and wove two new ones.

"You can make as many whips as you want, but how much fuel is left for the flamethrower, hahaha!" Disco Tripoka smiled smugly, without the coolness of the killer in the movie at all.

"It's gone." Mike shook the bottle and dropped the flamethrower.

Chapter 74: Deadpool

The fuel was gone, Mike didn't care, and took out the lighter.

"Pfft!" The wizard laughed, "With a lighter..." Seeing Mike light a cigarette, he put the lighter in his pocket.

It's kind of embarrassing to be affectionate...

Mike exhaled white smoke, "These zombies were still alive before being parasitized."

The wizard was silent.

Mike continued: "Their clothes are so everyday, it's like being taken from a walk, cooking, playing.... Look, there's a kid in a football jersey."

"That's right." The wizard's expression suddenly became fanatical: "It's their honor to be the nourishment of the gods."

"But have you asked them if they want this honor?" Mike slowly drew his knife.

Obviously, the vine armor is invulnerable, but the wizard felt a little panicked for no reason: "But you didn't show mercy to them before!"

"Because they... are dead, and they don't feel anything anymore."

The knife is a sun wheel knife.

"To deal with you, I spent five thousand dollars specially. Apart from fire, you should also be afraid of sunlight, right?"

Seeing the vines keep shrinking back, Mike said: "I just guessed like this, and it seems to be right."

"Five thousand dollars, a little heartache, how can I make up for it... How about using your lives?"

"die!"

Dozens of sharp vines stabbed towards Mike from all directions, but the vines that were originally as tough as steel wire were cut down by the sun wheel knife, like butter meeting a hot knife, vulnerable to a single blow.

"You must retreat first!" The wizard did not admit his failure, and only retreated temporarily.

God, how could it be possible to lose to a mortal!

This time, the vines didn't object.

Is the vine a god?

Of course not, it is just an "ordinary plant" left by aliens in the Mayan pyramid-for aliens.Its most special feature is that it possesses wisdom no less than that of human beings.