Doctor Strange pushed open the metal door and was met with a surprising sight. The room was filled with people, each wearing a serious expression, but none showed any signs of injury or battle.
The atmosphere was solemn and quiet. Everyone was watching Doctor Strange's arrival, eagerly awaiting his instructions or hoping for an answer. This made Doctor Strange feel uneasy. He had initially assumed that the interior of the space aircraft carrier was also affected by the virus, but the sight before him was different from what he expected.
He entered the room and scanned the crowd. Among them were medical personnel, scientists, soldiers, and superheroes. Their faces were serious, and their eyes revealed fear and anxiety about the unknown.
"Strange."
As Doctor Strange was deep in thought, Wong suddenly tapped him on the shoulder and motioned for him to look ahead. Doctor Strange turned to see Nick Fury walking solemnly through the crowd.
Fury moved through the room, looked around, and snapped his fingers. A holographic image immediately appeared above his head.
The image displayed a scene inside the aerospace aircraft carrier, showing a person lying in a pool, vomiting in pain as a soldier entered. When the soldier saw this, he quickly placed his gun in the sink and gently tapped the back of the broom. "What's going on, old man?" But the next second, the cleaner turned around and bit the soldier's throat.
Fury's voice echoed through the room: "An infection occurred on the spacecraft just ten minutes ago."
"Immediately afterward, several more infections occurred in different areas. However, when we investigated, we discovered that the source of the infection was self-initiated."
He waved his arms, and the holographic image changed, now showing the corpse of an agent lying on the ground. Next to the corpse stood a female zombie with short chestnut hair and transparent wings. When everyone saw this, they immediately recognized her: the Wasp.
The Wasp chewed the flesh in her mouth and looked up, shouting angrily: "Enough! You're allowed to bite, but not to eat! Why don't you shrink to the size of an ant and fly thousands of meters high to catch a plane, Pym?"
After swallowing the piece of meat, the blood smeared on her mouth, and she licked her lips, her eyes wild and savage, full of desire and enthusiasm for the meat.
"First, eat ten to fill your stomach, then we can discuss the plan!" she roared, lightly flapping her transparent wings and preparing to fly out of the room.
Just as the Wasp was about to rush out, a powerful red laser shot from the bathroom door, striking her directly into the wall. Flames burst forth, and her body was instantly consumed by the high heat, turning to ash, leaving only a scorched mark.
At that moment, a man, who was adjusting the corners of his eyes, slowly entered. He wore an X-Men battle suit, and his distinctive red eye patch revealed his identity: Cyclops.
The tall man, nearly two meters in height, scanned the messy bathroom and pressed his earpiece with a sigh. "Fury, where's the nearest restroom?"
"I don't understand," Doctor Strange suddenly asked. "If the source of the infection has been eliminated, then these ten minutes should have been enough to deal with the remaining infected. Why are there still zombies in the infirmary?"
Fury listened quietly to Doctor Strange's words but didn't respond. Instead, the holographic projection changed once again, now showing a real-time image of the deck of the aerospace aircraft carrier.
"This is real-time footage. The infection inside the ship is probably just a smoke screen to distort our vision."
In the projection, two clouds of blue and red smoke appeared and disappeared on the deck. Each time the smoke appeared, a zombie hero would appear with it.
At the edge of the aerospace carrier, a group of angels, infected with the zombie virus, emerged. Their wings were rotting, emitting a foul odor, and their bodies were covered in black, decaying flesh and blood. In one hand, they carried an infected captain America, and in the other, they held an infected Luke Cage.
With a wave of their hands, the two zombies landed smoothly on the deck, only to face more flightless zombies.
There was no shortage of zombies causing havoc. Falcon, Ms. Marvel, and others continued flying around with various other zombie heroes.
The zombies on the deck kept increasing, appearing in different forms, creating a terrifying wave. Hundreds of soldiers rushed out from everywhere to combat the zombies, wielding heavy firearms.
Machine gun fire created a dense storm of bullets in the air, with the harsh gunfire and the barrage of bullets intermingling. The soldiers held their guns tightly, bracing their barrels, fearlessly standing their ground and firing relentlessly.
Flamethrowers sent searing flames, burning the zombie horde into ashes. The flames temporarily created barriers, slowing the zombies' advance.
"Fire, fire! Take them down!" A team leader shouted as he gripped his gun tightly and fired at the zombies without hesitation. But suddenly, a shield flew past him like lightning, blocking his path and the path of several surrounding soldiers.
Before the soldiers could react, their bodies were torn apart in an instant. Their screams drowned out even the sound of gunfire.
The team leader, left with only his upper body, struggled violently, his hands gripping the firearm that had fallen to the ground. He stretched out his trembling arms, trying to reach the weapon, feeling excruciating pain with every inch he moved.
"Buzz—"
Several arrows suddenly flew, and the arrowheads pierced the soldiers' heads, ending their lives completely.
"Pssssssssss, the captain's shield isn't clean. It'll taste awful if you become a zombie too~" Hawkeye winked at the lifeless bodies on the ground, took out another arrow, loaded it onto his bow, and fired.
"Damn it, are we just going to watch them die? Is that what a hero does?" Wolverine growled, drawing his shining steel claws, the cold light flashing in the room. His voice was filled with anger and reluctance.
"No," Fury said quietly. "If you leave now, it could have the opposite effect. This situation is different from the past. Your style of injuring the enemy at the cost of your own life will only get you killed faster, Logan."
Fury's eyes flashed. "And every Quinjet capable of taking off is on the deck. We'll have to fight our way through those zombies if we want to reach them."
Upon hearing this, Logan felt disheartened. He retracted his claws, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "So, we're just going to sit here and wait to die? Why not do some exercises to strengthen our bodies?"
"No, never." Fury's voice grew sharper. "Although time is limited and I couldn't develop an antidote in time, I found a few powerful individuals who can resist the zombie virus."
"Each of them possesses something unique. They have special skills, fighting spirits, and patience that are even more remarkable."
"The secret weapon will give these zombies an unexpected surprise."
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