A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 260 The arrival of the zombie Black Bolt

Bai Ye and Magneto slowly walked into the dark subway passage. The light behind them gradually faded away, leaving only a weak light passing through the end of the passage, barely illuminating the front.

The walls are covered with old advertising posters, almost all of which have faded and peeled off. The prosperity of the past is in sharp contrast with the desolation of the present.

The ground was covered with a thin layer of dust, and sometimes my kicking feet would stir up a fine dust and float in the air.

The passage was dark, with only faint echoes coming from the depths.This place used to be a place where people flowed back and forth, but now it has become a ruins, as if leading to a deep hell.

"Tick tick. Tick tick."

The faint sound of water drops began to echo in the corridor at some point, filling the air like an eerie melody.

The sound was particularly conspicuous in the abandoned subway passage, breaking the long silence.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, becoming so suffocating that the two of them could almost taste it on their tongues.

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The two looked at each other and pursed their lips in unison.

The smell was different from the stench of zombies, but more like fresh blood, suggesting that something unusual might have happened nearby.

Their eyes were fixed ahead, trying to find the source of the bloody smell.The light was still weak, but not far ahead, there were some strange reflections in the darkness.

Bai Ye narrowed his eyes.

If he guessed correctly, or if the address Bullseye just told the two people was correct, the front was the center of the empire that Kingpin established after the end of the world.

A zombie empire that belongs to him alone.

He didn't know whether he had promised something to Jackal, or he had coerced and lured him. In the end, he was willing to clone ordinary people for himself to use as food in the ruins. He also used this to control other zombie heroes to serve him. The essence of a hero Shown vividly.

The Jackal is a villain who is proficient in cloning and genetics. He once had a relationship with Spider-Man. He looks like a werewolf with green hair, and he is more wretched.

He conducted cloning experiments on both Peter Parker and Gwen, and both Spider-Man Kane Parker and Ben Reilly were the products of his experiments.

I have to say that this guy's level of cloning is unique. Not only can he comprehensively clone Peter Parker's various abilities, he can even amplify them.

For example, Kane Parker, the future Scarlet Spider, has exactly the same abilities as Peter Parker. At the same time, his spider sense has been amplified to a certain extent and he can temporarily predict the future.

Of course, during this process, Kane's own genes were still slightly unstable, and his DNA was defective, which caused him to become deformed in appearance and also made him mentally unstable.

But generally speaking, just being able to copy the super power of the original body has far surpassed Mr. Sinister's cloning technology in his hands.

Bai Ye touched his chin and thought to himself, if there was a chance, he could dig out some technology from Jackal.

Jackal himself was infected by a virus. What does the computer in his hand have to do with it?

This isn't some anti-life equation that will explode if you take one more look at it.

The two slowly approached the end of the corridor. Beyond that was a huge space, as big as a football field, filled with dozens of huge green glass jars.

Each jar is as tall as two people, and there seem to be some vague figures swaying gently on the transparent jar walls.

<divclass="contentadv">These glass jars are arranged neatly and orderly, occupying the entire space.In the jar, those figures float quietly, like preserved works of art.

Their outlines were vague, but judging from their postures, they seemed to have fallen into some kind of lethargy.

A strange atmosphere filled the space, silent and strange, exuding an unsettling silence.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" Suddenly, one huge lighting lamp after another lit up in this huge space, accompanied by a sharp sound.

Bai Ye and Magneto quickly hid in the corridor to avoid being exposed to the light.

These sudden lights fill the entire space, exposing everything in bright light.Under this strong light, they finally saw the horrific scene on the ground clearly, and couldn't help but gasp.

Various skeletal remains are scattered on the ground, some of them are weirdly curved, and some still have residual flesh and blood, but most of them have dried up, leaving only dead bones.The dried blood formed a creepy red stain on the ground.

"What on earth is this?" the silver-haired old man wearing a purple helmet murmured to himself. He looked at the things on the ground and his eyes widened in disbelief. Combined with the figures floating in the jar, he had already guessed what was happening here. What has happened, and what is about to happen.

"Yeah, just what you think."

Bai Ye nodded heavily, "I'm afraid Kingpin has been using clones as his own food."

"They have no reason not to do it, right?"

"Compared to fighting the most powerful man on earth, cloning a lot of ordinary people in the basement is a more economical option. Maybe the taste is not as delicious as real people, but for this group of hungry people That’s enough for a fanatic.”

Listening to Bai Ye's words, Magneto gritted his teeth and clenched his fists unconsciously.

Eric Lensherr is definitely not a superhero, but this kind of despicable and perverted behavior still makes him feel physically nauseous.

During the conversation, a zombie walked out from the second-floor platform in the space. He was wearing a white suit and holding a cane.

This zombie is obviously different from ordinary zombies. His face and exposed body parts are covered with bullet holes for a long time, and it seems that he has been the target of the living.

His body was unusually large, so fat that he almost stretched into a ball.Although he is dead, he still maintains the fat figure he had when he was alive. The white suit wraps his fat body and looks a bit tight.

The fat zombie raised his cane, and his voice was loud and hoarse, echoing in the space, "Today, there will be a distinguished guest! This is our honor, everyone of you, please listen to me, no one is allowed to steal it If you bite your tongue in front of guests, whoever dares to snatch it will not be able to eat it in the future!"

His words seemed like an unquestionable order, conveying a strong sense of oppression.

Following his declaration, a group of zombies poured in from all corners. They also raised their hands and cheered to the fat zombie: "Long live Kingpin! Long live Kingpin!"

"We love you, Kingpin!"

Following the wild shouting, a burst of distorted white light flashed beside the fat zombie Jin Bin, and with a faint whistling sound, a new zombie appeared on the field.

He wears black tights and wears a faintly glowing tuning fork symbol on his forehead.

Followed closely was a huge zombie dog, its fur had fallen off, revealing terrifying white bones, but its eyes were shining with an evil green light.

The big zombie dog licked its lips, seemingly looking forward to the upcoming feast.

The distinguished guest has arrived.