Chapter 2 Quick

What are your memories of zombies in movies and TV shows?

The walking corpse is swaying and moving as fast as the rotting corpse of an eighty-year-old man?

Or the athletic zombies who walk like flying in World War Z and can climb a hundred-meter-high wall for a mouthful of delicious fresh meat?

Just imagine, there is a zombie wearing a tight suit standing in front of you. Its thin layer of rotten skin can withstand the attack of Hellfire missiles. Its yellow and twisted knuckles are no better than pinching a steel plate. How difficult is it to have a piece of tofu?

And when it puts its palm on your shoulder, you can still hear its big, foul-smelling mouth whispering:

"Just let me take a bite."

Like the first two zombies, a slightly more formal modern army can completely deal with them. There may be some casualties, but overall they will be within the tolerable range. After all, flesh and blood is no match for long guns and short artillery.

As long as they have enough guns and ammunition, the monsters in most movies and TV series are no match for humans. Bai Ye once saw people complaining about this on the Internet.

He couldn't imagine how a group of shambling zombies could use their rotten teeth to push human civilization to the brink of extinction. Logically speaking, they would most likely be killed and turned into rare animals within a few years or even months. .

But what if a group of super-powered zombies that are invulnerable to the sky and the earth appear in this world?

The result would probably be quite different.

Walking out of the alley and onto the street, in just a few steps, the heavy rain that was falling just now has stopped, and half of the sun has emerged from the dark clouds.

Suddenly, Bai Ye narrowed his eyes, and something flickered on the left side, catching his eye.

He shook his head and looked over.

It was a poster of Steve Rogers doing a classic Uncle Sam recruiting gesture, pointing his red-gloved right hand at the person looking at the poster.

However, at this time, most of it was covered by various strange graffiti, which had blurred the content of the painting. Only a line of large red characters was still clearly visible: The American Colonel wants you to obey the law.

There is also a small line of phone numbers below to contact Avengers House.

Yes, in this universe, Steve Rogers' military rank is not captain, but three levels higher than that of the main universe. People call him an American colonel, not Captain America.

"Brother, have you seen enough? If you've seen enough, give in. These posters need to be replaced."

As the sound rang out, a strong smell of cheap second-hand smoke came around Bai Ye's back, making him frown.

Turning around, he saw a young white man with freckles on his face looking at him carelessly with a cigarette in his mouth, and a large roll of posters that looked brand new from the factory in his arms.

"Did you print this poster and post it here?" Bai Ye asked.

"No way, Avengers House paid us to put up posters here, but what happens after we put them up is none of my business."

"Did you see the graffiti on it? It was just posted yesterday and it's like this today."

The young man with the cigarette in his mouth shrugged, looking indifferent. As he spoke, he simply put up a new poster, then picked up the roll of posters and trotted across the street. It seemed that he still had a lot of tasks left today. Onerous.

Looking at the back of this young man who was constantly working hard for life, Bai Ye wiped the corners of his eyes with emotion, then stretched out his hand to pull hard on the poster in front of him.

"Hey! Why are you tearing up the poster I put up? If you want, I can give you a copy. Don't tear it up——"

Bai Ye walked towards the corner of the street without looking back. As he walked, he tore up the poster in his hand until there was only a palm-sized piece of paper left in his hand. On it was the line to contact the Avengers. Home number.

The young man had just chased him two steps before he lowered his head, spat, and cursed in a low voice for bad luck, because he saw the pistol pinned under Bai Ye's swinging clothes.

He glared at Bai Ye's back angrily and watched him disappear around the corner. The white young man looked at the debris on the ground and sighed helplessly. There are a lot of weird things in New York, and the things that climbed up the wall and flew into the sky became bigger. There are all kinds of things, but there are still people who come inexplicably with guns and tear down posters?

He eventually picked up a new poster and put it up again, deciding not to think about it again.

"It can be judged from their words that the Quinjet just now should be the one in the original plot where a large group of Avengers went to Times Square."

"I'm afraid it won't take long to drive from here to Times Square, not to mention flying. I'm afraid it's too late to stop them. What should I do?"

When Bai Ye rounded the corner, he did not continue to move forward. Instead, he leaned against the wall and stared at a newsstand across the street. The owner of the newsstand was on the phone while writing and drawing on the newspaper with a pen.

Silently recalling the plot of the original comic, Bai Ye's fingers kept stroking the pistol on his waist.

Earth-2149 is a comic universe with a very early timeline. The Avengers in this universe have only been formed for a few years and have not experienced many major events.

Their offices were even in Stark's old mansion, which is now the Avengers Home. It was not abandoned until many years later when the Avengers were disbanded and replaced by the Avengers Tower.

To put it simply, the Avengers in the 2149 universe received information one day to deal with a crash in Times Square.

Unexpectedly, they were all infected by the sentinels who had been transformed into zombies, and turned into intelligent zombies that devoured human flesh and blood.

They spread the virus, and the entire world inevitably slid into the maws of the zombie heroes within weeks.

It is worth mentioning that the zombie virus in Marvel Zombies will only allow extraordinary people to retain their intelligence after being infected, but this boundary is actually very blurry. Kingpin and the Punisher, who claim to be mortals, can also retain their intelligence after being infected.

Getting cancer is a death, and being eaten to death by zombies is also a death, but no matter how you look at it, the former seems much more tender and gentle compared to the latter.

"Originally, with the level of technology in this world, curing my cancer cannot be said to be easy, or at least it is not difficult, but everyone in this world is about to be eaten by zombies and I still want to cure my hair!"

Thinking of this, Bai Ye angrily hit the wall with his hand, frightening the passers-by around him to speed up their pace and cast him a look full of contempt, sympathy, doubt, and what he called caring for the mentally retarded.

"Quick! You have to think of a way quickly! We're running out of time!"

"Quickly? That's right, quick!"

He suddenly drew his gun and fired two shots into the air. Amid the screams of passers-by, he rushed towards the newsstand across the street with the gun, and pressed the hot muzzle of the gun against the forehead of the newsstand owner.

“I, I, I, I, I, I—”

"Shut up, hang up the phone you're on, and then"

Bai Ye rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, snatched the pen from the boss's hand, pulled off half a page of the newspaper, quickly wrote on it, slapped it on the boss's shiny forehead, and then wrote another note and threw it at him in front of.

"This is the phone number of Avengers Home. Call it hands-free. According to what the note says, if you don't call me within ten seconds, I will kill you. Nineteen."

"You, you, you, this, this, this can't"

After seeing the words on the note clearly, the old newsstand owner's face almost squished into a ball, staring at Bai Ye with tears in his eyes.

"Want to cry? Crying counts as time! May Fourth."

"I'll fight! I'll fight!"

Feeling the gradually cooling barrel of the gun on his forehead, the boss's heart froze, and he quickly pressed the button on the landline phone.

"Hello, this is the Avengers House, may I ask you something?"

"I'm looking for Pietro Maximoff, and Magneto asked me to bring him a message related to Wanda."

The voice on the other side of the phone disappeared immediately, as if someone had pressed the mute button, and then the boss immediately looked at Bai Ye with a flattering look, fearing that he would shoot.

Ten seconds later, just when the boss's heart was completely cold, the heavenly voice he had been waiting for finally rang out on the other end of the phone.

"I'm Pietro, if you need something, please tell me quickly."

The newsstand owner wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, grabbed the microphone and shouted: "Then listen carefully, Wanda Maximoff is a watch that can be used by thousands of people!"