Chapter 3099

"Strange, that zombie should still be here."

In an alley in Queens, Jessica Jones looked left and right with a toothache and spoke to the people around her with a puzzled face:

"I broke his limbs and spine, broke his skull, removed his chin, and immediately informed you. I just went to wash my hands. Why did the zombie disappear?"

"It doesn't matter. We can adjust the monitoring." Following her was a black suit agent with a warm smile and a backward hairline: "as long as you prove your statement, the bonus we should give will never be owed by the Divine Shield Bureau."

"That's good. Check it quickly. I'm waiting for money to buy wine. I've watched zombie movies since I was a child. I will never admit my mistake. Moreover, his body is full of the smell of dead people's protein decay, and his joints are full of maggots. It's not a Halloween dress. Besides, the season is also wrong."

Jessica said her reasoning happily. She put her little hand into her windbreaker pocket and looked down to observe the flow of black water on the ground.

It seems that the zombie was dragged away by someone. There were two people, a man and a woman. Because there were footprints of high-heeled shoes, the woman should be large, the footprints were longer than her forearm, and the footprints on the mud in the alley were also very deep.

Could it be the "dust angel" in the mutant? Or steel lux in women's clothes?

The detective's thinking was so flexible that she was not under her own control. The image of ganglish women's clothes suddenly appeared in Jessica's small head, and she retched.

Ganglishi often gets mixed up with the dead man. Because the dead man saved her, he is quite familiar.

But familiar to familiar, disgusting to disgusting, she can't figure out why dead waiter can find a girlfriend because he has money?

"Skye, adjust the monitoring nearby." Colson turned his head to the sky and made a gesture. The invisible Kun fighter was there to provide support. Then he continued to smile and ask Jessica: "you said it was a zombie version of superhero. Who is it? Can you recognize it? "

"The Panther, the king of wakanda, although his uniform is tattered, I know two cat ears." The female detective rubbed her hair and took a sip of a metal wine pot from her windbreaker pocket: "so when he asked to eat my meat, I gave him a hard hand at the first time. If he was given the chance to start first, I might not be his opponent."

It is strictly illegal for minors to drink, but the s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. is not a policeman and should be invisible.

"Hehe, you are too modest. In terms of strength, you are better than spider man, not to mention you can fly." Colson smiled and looked around. There was a supermarket not far away, where the light was still on: "why don't we talk over there, let my people isolate first, and I'll buy you an ice cream?"

It seems to be a question, but Colson is not discussing with people at all. He has stepped over there.

But his calculation seemed a little superfluous, because the teenage female detective's eyes brightened when she heard this: "I want Wilson red wine ice cream. Because it's too expensive, I've been reluctant to buy it."

This, I'm afraid the money for ice cream can't be reimbursed, which makes Colson's already poor wallet worse. His hard-earned money has been taken away by various captains of Wilson enterprises and collection and exchange cards, so that he is almost 50 years old this year and is still renting a house outside.

But when he promised the little girl, he couldn't break his promise. He still kept a perfect smile: "OK, just eat red wine ice cream."

After a few quick steps, they entered the roadside supermarket. This is not a large shop like Wilson supermarket chain, but an ordinary street shop.

Entering the door is a freezer. Next to the door is the checkout counter. There are four or five rows of long shelves in the slender room, which are filled with all kinds of goods.

The lights are flickering. There may be something wrong with the transformer in this block.

No way, queens is an old city, just like people are old, many organs don't work.

Tonight's game is still on the TV.

"Tom Brady, the ace quarterback of the New England Patriots, is ready to kick off. Let's see the tactical options for this run..."

But the shopkeeper didn't know where he was.

"Hello, anyone?"

Coulson glanced at the freezer representing money loss, looked up at the game on TV, felt out his CIA certificate and prepared to temporarily requisition a place for communication.

"Agent Colson." Jessica, who was not interested in football, didn't look at the TV hanging from the ceiling. Instead, she found something unexpected. She pulled his sleeve and motioned him to look down.

In the corner of one side of the checkout counter, there are traces of blood dragging on the ground, like strawberry jam smeared on the board, all the way to the end of the container

Colson pressed the earphone and made a quick decision: "I'm Colson. Team action, plan B, stop the spread of biochemical crisis. There are suspected infected people. Bring two gas masks down."

Thanks to the efforts of Wilson pictures for decades, zombies are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people on 40K earth. As agents of the Divine Shield, they have perfect plans to deal with various zombie crises.

Colson judged that the crisis is still in its infancy, so blocking the possible spread of the virus is the key.

Within three seconds, the reinforcements arrived behind him. The beautiful asian girl handed out two gas masks: "how's the situation? Where is the infected person? "

As a result, the hair loss agent put a mask on his nose, handed another one to Jessica, and whispered: "this is the shock wave girl, this is the imitation bird, all of whom are members of my team. Girls, this is Miss Jessica Jones, the private detective. She is still a minor. "

"Why emphasize the last sentence?" The detective put on her mask and her voice became a little dull.

"Because these two people love drinking, I don't know. When they finish work, they will ask you to go to the bar together. This is knowing the law and breaking the law." Colson smiled, took out his gun, made a few tactical gestures, and motioned the three people to take care of each other from the shelves.

Before the three women could say hello to each other, the creepy sound of bone fragmentation and painful roar came from the deepest part of the small supermarket, just like the sound of a beast injured.

"Move!"

Colson advanced in a tactical position with a gun in hand, and the two female agents also began to charge.

The corners of the suit fluttered in the wind as he walked fast. Although he was just a man with hair loss, he was valiant and valiant at this time.

The area of the shop is estimated to be less than 200 square meters. Although the shelf is long, it is only a short way for trained agents.

But when Colson rushed to the other end of the shelf with a gun and was ready to fire at the approaching zombie, he saw a familiar figure.

"Oh? It's you. It's very fast. "

The black and yellow armor did not reflect under the fluorescent lamp. The devil like voice was full of fun. The man poured out black tentacles, pinched and burst several ferocious dead heads, and slowly turned around.

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