Chapter 9 Is it her?

"I was going to give up on New York and the world."

These words shocked the two people present, and Coulson loudly asked in disbelief: "What did you say?!"

Fury raised his head and met Coulson's eyes firmly. His expression revealed a sense of heaviness and determination, but also helplessness and pain.

He took a deep breath and continued to explain: "Colson, I know this sounds hard to accept, but this virus is spreading too fast."

"And the infected can still think and act as they did in life. In just ten minutes we lost the American Colonel and Hawkeye!"

Coulson looked at Fury in shock, disappointment flashing in his eyes. He once regarded Fury as his mentor and leader, and he never thought that Fury would make such a decision.

As he spoke, Fury waved his hand, and a holographic image rose up. Quicksilver, who had been infected into a zombie, was running as hard as he could. The scene under his feet kept changing. One was the ocean, and the other was the mountains.

Judging from the clothing, these zombies were not superpowers when they were alive, but ordinary citizens. They had more or less bite marks and scratches on their bodies.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and then, a muffled sound cut through the space. The bullet accurately hit the zombie's head, like a sonic boom, causing the advancing evil thing to fall violently.

However, the words Coulson wanted most did not come out of Fury's mouth.

But there is no large-scale loss of flesh and blood on their bodies, which shows that the guys who infected them are not focusing on satisfying their own appetite, but are consciously spreading the virus.

"But, Fury, we can't just give up! We are SHIELD, and we have the responsibility to protect humans and the world!" There was reluctance in his voice.

But it seemed to be the same in the past. Whenever there was a major crisis, a few superheroes jumped out to prevent the end of the world, and SHIELD was responsible for picking up the pieces.

Bai Ye aimed his pistol steadily at the advancing zombies. He concentrated on pulling the trigger. A bullet flew through the air quickly and headed straight for the zombie's head.

The bullet hit a zombie in the head, causing its body to suddenly fall to the ground. Immediately afterwards, a whip leg hit the chest of another zombie, causing it to lose the ability to move forward. Another bullet came out of the chamber, making the zombie completely silent.

"But someone, for unknown purposes, helped us and temporarily slowed down the infection rate of the virus by injuring Quicksilver."

Bai Ye immediately turned his head and looked to the right. Several zombies rushed towards him. Their faces were ferocious and their eyes were full of evil.

Coulson scratched his head, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and stood up eagerly and asked: "Director, didn't you just say that someone helped us for unknown purposes and slowed down the spread of the virus? Where is that person? We Need to find him!"

Coulson listened to Fury's explanation in silence, and he felt a deep despair and confusion enveloped his heart.

"I've only walked a few kilometers, but I didn't expect to encounter so many zombies."

"According to the simulation of the initial data model, the virus will completely infect New York within a few hours, and it is expected to complete the worldwide spread within a day."

The zombies roared and eagerly tried to close in on Bai Ye, but he nimbly dodged their attacks while continuing to fire. His body is coordinated and orderly, and his steps are flexible and quick, like a cheetah moving in a small space.

Fury thought for a while and then said slowly: "Our manpower is very tight right now. Most of the Quinjets are already performing missions, but I still dispatched a Quinjet to pick him up. Don't worry."

Bai Ye's shoulders slumped and he threw Quicksilver to the ground.

Pietro, who was being carried on his shoulders, said with a solemn expression. The situation seemed to be more serious than he thought.

This is not good news. Bai Ye frowned. He thought that the zombie heroes would eat for at least a few hours to satisfy their appetite. Unexpectedly, it didn't even last an hour. Someone was already working hard to expand the scope of infection.

Bai Ye didn't reply, but walked closer and silently observed the corpses of the zombies. He saw something deeper than Quicksilver, who was still in a daze.

As the gunshots continued to sound, the surrounding zombies gradually decreased, leaving only the corpses lying on the ground.

Silence filled the streets, accompanied by the crisp sound of falling bullet casings. The other zombies seemed to be frightened by this sudden change and stopped moving forward.

His body seemed to have lost all strength, and he sat down on a nearby chair, leaning weakly on the back of the chair.

SHIELD's contribution to saving the world is less than that of a passerby?

Fury's eyes turned to Coulson. He understood Coulson's emotions, but his determination did not waver.

The zombie's body lost its support and fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Its blood and brains splattered, staining the surrounding ground red. At that moment, the howling of the zombies suddenly stopped.

He weakly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. The inner struggle and confusion left a heavy mark on him, and he had no idea what to do next.

The image was distorted again, turning into a Canadian man who looked like he had a bad temper.

The image blurred for a while and turned into a white night carrying a bank, surrounded by the ruins of New York City.

"As for the antidote, our scientists told me they can't do anything. This virus is extremely aggressive. They conducted experiments on Wolverine's tissue samples retained in the laboratory and concluded that even Logan cannot resist this infection. "

After hearing this, Coulson finally got an answer and sat back on the chair and closed his eyes. He sighed deeply, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

After the first zombie fell, Kuaiyin, who was carried on Bai Ye's shoulders, immediately shouted to remind Bai Ye: "On your right!"

So how many superheroes in New York City are not zombies now? Thinking of this, he glanced around nervously, but fortunately there was no movement. The corpses around him were still lying quietly on the ground.

"Even the self-healing factor he is proud of will speed up the process."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Kuaiyin protested in pain.

The last zombie fell to the ground, the lingering sounds of the battle gradually dissipated, and the street fell into silence again. Bai Ye's breathing gradually stabilized, and a slight drop of sweat dripped from his forehead to the ground.

With a plan in mind, Bai Ye raised his head and was about to leave, when he suddenly froze.

"Pietro, stop yelling. Is the person in red in front your sister?"