Chapter 242 Panic spreads

"Why are you running? Why are you running?!"

The zombie Wolverine screamed and pounced on the middle-aged man closest to him. His face was distorted, as if he had completely lost his mind.

The middle-aged man turned pale with fright, but his feet had already softened into soft-footed shrimps. He could only watch helplessly as the terrifying existence quickly approached and held him tightly.

Under the horrified gazes of passers-by in the distance, the pair of steel claws that had been stained red by the blood of an unknown number of people stabbed into the man's neck without hesitation, and accompanied by a scream, a stream of blood spurted out.

He opened his mouth and took two mouthfuls, the blood in his eyes flashed, and the ferocious smile seemed to come from hell. He suddenly looked at the zombie Daredevil standing aside, his voice was low and full of evil ridicule:

"How's it going? Lawyer, I didn't lie to you, did I? Isn't this feeling so good?!"

His voice was filled with ecstasy and absurdity, completely different from normal humans.

In this demonic state, he seems to have been completely addicted to the pleasure of sucking blood and no longer retains any humanity. This scene is so horrifying that it is difficult to imagine what Wolverine once looked like.

There was an unreasonable feeling rising from the bottom of his heart, or something in his subconscious was telling him.

Zombie Wolverine and Zombie Daredevil turned their heads to look at the same time. Their bodies were covered with bullet holes and thick black blood was still flowing out, but they seemed to be indifferent to the damage. Their eyes were empty and terrifying, as if they were already worried about death. No fear.

"What's going on?" a young police officer asked in a low voice. His fingers were still trembling and he could hardly hold the pistol in his hand.

As an NYPD employee, he has seen all kinds of weird things in his career after college. There are madmen and monsters putting on a good show in New York City every day.

Another older police officer, who looked normal but whose legs were trembling as he was blocked by the car door, responded in a low voice: "How the hell could I know! But they look like they are not human at all. These guys used to be superheroes. How could they?" Become like this? "

But you can't blame him. Even though the zombie Wolverine has lost his extremely powerful self-healing ability, he has also gained extremely high immortality because of his identity as a zombie. Faced with Daredevil who can't bear to kill him, it's natural It occupies a huge advantage.

"You're right. Even if you turned me into this, I have to admit it." The zombie in red tights tilted his head, and then bit the young man's neck.

He sighed, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, "But why did he become like this? Those rumors that he is a devil can't be true. I don't believe it."

Judging from the naked eye, there are at least a dozen corpses in that place. This cannot be faked.

Wait, is it possible that Mysterio did something good? Suddenly his eyes lit up.

But the moment he came into contact with Matt Murdock's blood, he couldn't hold it any longer.

"Once, I was almost beaten by a few drunk gangsters, but this guy fell from the sky out of nowhere and saved my good head by punching and kicking me."

While the two zombie superheroes were feasting, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out. Before they could react, a hail of bullets came over them, piercing their flesh and blood.

Although he said this, the elderly police officer was beating a drum in his heart, and he couldn't help but believe the scene in front of him.

One of them raised his horn and shouted: "Put down the weapons in your hands immediately! Get down where you are, or we will continue to fire!"

"What are they talking about? Can you listen, blind man?"

"Ah! Help! Help me. Everyone is fine, come and save me. Please forgive me."

Daredevil can't take even a single flesh wound, but the zombie Wolverine won't have any scruples.

With a physical quality that has already reached the limit of the human body, combined with a zombie body that does not need to consider muscle strain, it is simply easy for him to tear off an ordinary person's arm.

Maybe it was Mysterio who made everyone hallucinate, thinking that the superheroes in front of them were man-eating monsters. That guy can perfectly simulate various smells and images, which has caused many superheroes to suffer.

At the same time, police sirens sounded, and a group of police cars stopped dozens of meters away. A dozen police officers jumped out of the cars and tremblingly raised their guns to aim at the two terrifying zombie heroes.

He turned over and landed gracefully in front of a young man who was running away. He grabbed his arm with great force in the face of the other's frightened eyes, and then pulled the arm off with a ruthless movement.

Daredevil, who was also infected into a zombie, did not speak. His eyes were empty and devoid of any human emotion.

"I've dealt with this guy before. In a place like Hell's Kitchen, there should be a ruthless guy like this to scare the gang members."

The young police officer nodded. He felt goosebumps rising on his body, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

Not at all.

"Do you see that guy in red tights with two D's on his chest and horns on his head?" He boldly pointed a finger at Daredevil, or the guy who used to be Daredevil.

The police officers looked at this scene, their faces turned pale, they swallowed hard, and couldn't help but began to talk to each other in low voices.

The man howled in pain, blood gushing from the wound, but the zombie Daredevil didn't seem to care. He grabbed the arm and threw it aside, spinning in the air with a horrific shower of blood before finally falling to the ground.

"Bang bang bang bang——"

Just when the police officer still couldn't accept the reality and was thinking wildly. The zombie Wolverine took another bite of the meat on his hand, turned to look at Daredevil standing in front of him and asked.

There is a small bite mark on his ankle, but it is deep enough to see the bone. It seems that in the alley battle with Wolverine just now, Matt Murdock finally lost.

He originally planned to keep a low profile, eat a few homeless people that no one cared about every day, and then find an opportunity to stay in a place with few superheroes.

The guy was hit by a bullet at this time, but he didn't show any fear or pain. Instead, he continued to drink blood as if it was some kind of delicious delicacy.

He had always secretly wondered, what could be weirder than people turning into sand and mole-like monsters appearing on the streets?

Now he had an answer, but he didn't want it at all.

Go eat meat and turn more people into beings like him.

To spread this gospel.