Chapter 3133

The city was in a mess, a scene of the end of the world, but when Su Ming and his party found Miss drew, the black widow of 1610 on earth, the woman still slept happily at home.

As a female clone of Peter Parker, she seems to have copied the characteristics of sleeping in?

Not at all.

Her rental room was full of wine bottles and medicines. If she hadn't breathed, Su Ming would have thought he had come to the scene of a suicide case.

The living environment of the female agent is not bad. The house she rented is an apartment in the upper east district. Because it is a rich area, the security force here is not weak, and the speed of the police is too fast. Therefore, the zombies on the street are attracted by those who will make noise. She is a quiet person sleeping at home. At this time, she is fine.

"A whole bottle of sleeping medicinal whisky." Jessica picked up a small bottle on her head cabinet and shook it. There was nothing in it. Her mouth tilted and said, "if she wasn't a reformed person, she should have gone to heaven now."

Miles was very sad. The little black spider tried to wake the woman in bed, pushed her shoulder, looked sadly at the death knell and said:

"It's all my fault. I never thought she wasn't as strong as she looked and was used to taking an overdose to escape from reality. Obviously, she has been taking care of me, like a sister. I thought... "

"She is a clone rejected by the mainstream view of human society, and an assassin used by Nick Frey to clean up his opponent." The death knell leaned against the window with a cigarette in its mouth and looked at the street scenery outside the window: "it's normal to have great psychological pressure. After all, you can't stand it if you kill women and children every day."

"Oh? It's a bit wasteful. In Asgard, the soldiers will kill the enemy, and then take back their wives and children. When their wives and children are raised, the Athar Protoss is so strong. Of course, if it's a boy, it's better not to be higher than his calf. "

Rocky walked up and down the room with great interest. She bent down and observed every bottle of wine she could see, as if she thought of a joke.

"Will general Frey order the attack on women and children?"

Pure miles was a little unbelievable. He found a cloth and was going to the bathroom to get some water to wipe drew's face.

"Don't use the water in the bathroom. It's polluted. Here you are." Su Ming threw a bucket of purified water from his pocket and motioned the little black spider to use this: "actually, it's easy to understand. For example, if you have a task to kill a heinous drug dealer who has killed thousands of people in the past, will you choose to let go of his wife and children after killing him?"

Miles scratched his head, hit the wet cloth and replied, "I won't kill anyone, but I want to hand over the drug dealer to the police and let the law try him."

"Congratulations, the drug dealer will be released on parole or released on bail for medical treatment with the help of a lawyer the next day, and then the whole gang will start chasing you endlessly. Your friends, your acquaintances, your neighbors and even your neighbor's pet dog will all die."

Treasure girl immediately took up the conversation. Although she was laughing, her tone was full of irony, just like satirizing miles' innocence.

Jessica, who lives in the hell kitchen, has not seen the white lotus without mud, but unfortunately, only those with big fists can formulate the rules of the game. Those good people with simple ideas are swallowed up by the hell kitchen.

In any chaotic place, it is safest to take money to work and play other people's games. Meddling will never come to a good end.

Speaking of it, a new immigrant friend of the night devil has died these two days. Does he seem to be angry? I can't remember, and Matt actively wants to help him investigate the identity of the murderer?

The cause of his girlfriend Erica's death has not been found out.

Jessica thought that might be some people's warning to Matt, but the night demon didn't seem to understand it at all and wanted to investigate the cause of angry death.

A martial arts master can die at home. Even the autopsy report given by the police after identification is "burping and suffocating". There is no clue left at the scene. Can this force be provoked by a private lawyer?

It's OK not to check. If you do, Jessica thinks Matt is going to die, too.

But die or die. Anyway, it's none of her business. Although she has dealt with some people, she and the man full of paranoia and justice have nothing to say.

After hearing the girl's words, miles pressed the cloth he was going to wipe the black widow's face on his face and wiped a sweat first:

"It's too dark. Does it have to be solved by extreme means?"

"Some people are unreasonable. If you think you are eloquent, go out and talk to the zombies in the street and let them stop eating people?" Jessica still looked like a fool and pointed her thumb out of the window with her backhand.

"Alas." Miles realized that he had wiped his face and silently washed the cloth again, trying to wake up the sleeping woman with cool water.

Anyway, no matter what the girl said, miles still insisted on his bottom line, that is not to kill.

The sleeping black widow seemed to be covered with wet cloth and couldn't breathe. She struggled a few times and finally woke up. She suddenly sat up, tore off the cloth on her face and stared at miles angrily:

"Are you going to cover my face before I die?"

"No, Miss drew, Mr. knell is coming, and there is something wrong with our earth. Get up and have a look." The little black spider waved again and again, indicating that it was a misunderstanding, because the woman took out the gun under the pillow.

The black widow turned her head and saw the death knell smoking by the window. The man under the black and yellow armor waved to her:

"Hi, good evening."

The female agent was stunned first, then sighed, grabbed the cloth, wiped her face and jumped out of bed.

She didn't even change her clothes before going to bed. She wore a tights uniform. Now she just grabbed the eye mask from one side and put it on: "what happened? Aren't the heirs dead? "

"Come and look outside yourself. Don't talk loudly." The knell hooks its fingers. After all, zombies are more powerful when they are seen with their own eyes.

Sure enough, the woman came to the window in doubt, looked out, and immediately stiffened in place.

Those rotten corpses were making unconscious groans and marching towards the place where there was noise in the distance. Their dense green gray heads could not see their heads at a glance, and the streets were filled with them.

The female agent immediately squatted down, leaned her back against the wall under the windowsill, looked up and asked the death knell, "what's going on? How did the zombie leave Mexico and appear in New York? "

"This is not the original zombie on your earth. It is a virus spreading in the multiverse." The death knell snapped its fingers, went out for a ride, and the cloak for food immediately returned to the window. He turned over and jumped out of the window and sat back on the flying carpet: "let's explain on the way. Let's find Nick Frey first."

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