Chapter 254 Memories

"Wake up! Wake up! I am not your servant!"

"Can you still walk? Wait, this is a stupid question, I shouldn't have asked it, but you have to wake up now, we don't have time to waste here!"

One call after another, as if through a thick layer of water, reached his ears, causing T'Challa to gradually wake up from his coma, but he was still a little attached to the feeling of losing consciousness, which seemed to allow him to escape something.

No, escape?

He stood up groggily, in a dimly lit basement. His consciousness was still a little blurry, but with his superhero instincts, he quickly came to his senses.

A qualified king, a qualified Avenger, and a qualified superhero should never run away from their own fears.

T'Challa subconsciously held the shoulder of the man next to him who woke him up, and barely sat up half of his body. Then waves of weakness emerged from the depths of his mind, making his memory seem to be in a fog, and he couldn't help it. The whole picture.

His body seemed a little weak, and a chill spread throughout his body from the basement and the ground beneath him. However, he didn't pay attention to this, but looked around intently.

The world, once so beautiful, has now become so strange and terrifying. He looked up at Magneto, his eyes shining with gratitude. If it weren't for this man, he might have turned into a zombie.

"It seems that you have understood the current situation, which is good and will help us with what we are going to do next." The man wearing a purple helmet nodded with satisfaction, and his silver eyebrows moved accordingly.

The air was filled with a strong burnt smell that made it hard to breathe. A variety of abandoned items were scattered on the streets, cars and motorcycles crashed together, telegraph poles were leaning on the roadside, broken windows and billboards were mixed together, creating a mess.

These zombies have hollow eyes, sharp teeth in their mouths, and exude a disgusting stench.

The tall buildings in the distance were destroyed for unknown reasons, and the shops on both sides of the street became dilapidated.

"And I just killed him and saved you! Is that clear enough?"

From the back, the man seemed a little familiar, but it seemed to bring a lingering haze in his memory.

T'Challa's eyes widened in horror, he couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing.

Hearing this, Magneto couldn't help but slap himself on the forehead and said: "That guy Hank Pym must have given you too much anesthetic, which made you lose your mind. When you wake up, he will You're locked up here as a food reserve."

"do what?"

"Besides." Magneto, who had been speaking irritably just now, suddenly paused and pointed a finger at the lower body of the man on the experimental table, "You should look down and take a look, what that guy did is really a completely perverted thing. "

The originally bustling and lively city has become dilapidated, with ruins piled up in the streets and alleys. It is obvious that there is no trace of any life activity here.

T'Challa slowly sat up and lowered his head. He found that he was only wearing a pair of shorts, and his left leg disappeared from the knee down, leaving only his empty trousers floating in the wind.

"These annoying things are everywhere now. Don't forget, they are no longer the same people they were when they were alive, so there is no need to hold back!"

Black Panther sighed when he heard this. He was still immersed in the shock that his former comrades actually used him as a reserve food.

Magneto narrowed his eyes, and a crutch made of wooden sticks, iron rods and screws flew out from the corner. He continued:

"But before that we have to leave here. The smell of blood on your body is very obvious to those monsters. We can't stay here for a long time."

"Hank? Did he really do this? No. It's impossible." T'Challa murmured to himself, trying to deny what he thought with words, but the waves of memories recovered after the anesthesia wore off still made him uncomfortable. Not admitting a fact.

After recovering his memory, he had already remembered the horror of those infected. Now was obviously not the time to be sad about the betrayal of old friends or the loss of his leg.

T'Challa nodded, took the crutches, jumped off the experimental table, and walked out of the basement with Magneto.

It’s time to put aside the disputes between heroes and villains, humans and mutants in the past. Just like Magneto said, they are going to save the world.

The two of them came to the street cautiously, and the sight in front of them made T'Challa's heart tremble.

Various metal objects on the street seemed to have come to life. They emerged from the ground and buildings and flew towards the zombies at an alarming speed.

Compared with their abominable appearance, the only good thing is that they were ordinary people when they were alive, and there is no big threat to them at this moment.

He wanted to scream, but his lips were too dry to make any sound. His body began to tremble, and the fear in his heart surged into his heart like a tide, and so did those memories.

Just as he was about to move on, suddenly, a roar came from the front. Before T'Challa could react, a dozen zombies were already rushing towards him.

"Hey, I'm here." T'Challa couldn't help but press his temples, and turned to look at the person next to him, the iconic red helmet with purple patterns, and the purple cloak fluttering in the wind behind him. , and looking at the silver-white eyebrows and the hair exposed from under the helmet, the identity of the person in front of him is self-evident.

After his blurred vision gradually became clearer, he immediately shouted: "Magneto!? Why are you here? Why are I here?"

An iron trash can flew up from their side, flying toward the zombies as quickly as a cannonball. It hit a zombie's head hard, smashing it into pieces, and the latter's body immediately fell limply.

Walking in this doomsday scene, T'Challa couldn't help but feel a strong sense of sadness in his heart.

"I said it before, but you may not have heard it at that time. Save the world."

What kind of pervert could do this?

Before leaving the house, he looked back at Hank Pym's body and finally sighed silently.

There are some chemical instruments and various strange-shaped experimental equipment in the basement, and there is a dining table in the distance. A corpse wearing a red tights is lying there. There seems to be a hole in the head, and sticky blood is coming from it. Outflow.

As he spoke, Magneto waved his hand, and the air was suddenly filled with the sound of metallic vibration.

Gigantamax, Hank Pym is a madman. He had already started thinking about future food reserves before his transformation.

Almost at the same moment, an iron rod suddenly rose from the ground. It twisted in mid-air like an angry snake and whipped a zombie's head hard.

Other zombies also received the same treatment. Pieces of iron plates flew out from the building, as sharp as blades. They cut the zombies' bodies and defeated them one by one.