Marvel's King of the Undead

In the endless desert, a figure with a naked buttocks and blood stains on his body was holding a steel arm and twitching.

"Hey, can you hurry up?" A somewhat impatient man's voice came from the armor.

"Then I'm going to use force, please bear with it." The naked figure replied.

I saw the figure's bare buttocks, hugging the steel arm with both hands, lifting it with force, directly lifting all the armor that was half sunk in the sand, and then threw it aside like trash.

The somewhat damaged armor fell apart after being thrown away like this. Tony struggled to open the iron mask covering his face, glanced at the white butt next to him, and looked like he had seen a ghost. "Are you a pervert, Wayne?"

"Well, I also think my abilities are very perverted, don't envy me too much." The naked Wayne didn't feel self-conscious at all. He was still facing Tony's face, and even showed a trace of pride on his face.

"I mean you must use your little brother to talk to me?" Tony covered his eyes with his hands, a little collapsed.

After finally escaping, he could still accept it if a beautiful woman stood naked in front of him. But he had no interest in a naked man covered in blood.

Wayne's proud expression froze, and he looked at Tony with some horror, and subconsciously covered the key parts with his hands.

When he was shot indiscriminately in the first round, Wayne's clothes had been beaten into strips of cloth. When he escaped, the remaining strips of cloth had long since dissipated in the wind. Just now, Wayne was still immersed in the excitement of his first battle and didn't pay attention to his own situation.

In a panic, Wayne ignored Tony's angry eyes, reached out and grabbed Tony's clothes, tore them off casually, tied them around his waist, pretended that nothing had happened, looked at the endless desert and asked: "We What to do next?”

"Let's walk slowly. When the army's rescue arrives, we can go home." Tony tried his best, but still couldn't stand up. "Hey, give me a hand and let's start our long journey."

Two hours later.

"I seemed to hear the sound of a helicopter." Wayne helped Tony stagger as he walked on the desert. As soon as they finished speaking, an armed helicopter appeared in their sight.

The moment Tony, who needed support just now, saw the helicopter, he excitedly pushed away Wayne, who was supporting him, and ran while waving in the direction of the plane: "I'm here, hey, this way."

Wayne, who was pushed away, looked at Tony who was being injected with blood, and suddenly felt his heart throbbing in pain. "Are you lazy all this time?" Wayne said with his green eyes. Staring hard at Tony in front of him.

The helicopter slowly flew toward them, and as if he felt something, Tony turned around and smiled at Wayne with a sly smile: "Haha, why did your leg suddenly heal?"

Wayne raised his eyebrows and ignored Tony's explanation. He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, waiting for the arrival of the helicopter with some sadness.

After a while, the helicopter accurately stopped next to Tony. A black man in military uniform couldn't wait to jump out of the plane. He ignored Wayne next to him and went straight up to give the embarrassed Tony a bear hug: "It's been a long time." No, brother, this is the first time I see you like this."

"It's nice to see you." Tony, who was being hugged, patted the black man on the back, then pointed at Wayne and introduced him to the black man: "This is my savior. I am going to take him back to New York with us."

The black man looked up and down at Wayne, who was covered in blood, and gave him a military salute. Without saying anything, he turned around and invited them directly to the helicopter.

After taking the clothes handed over by the black man, Wayne thanked him and sat down quietly in the back row.

Only then did Wayne think of the little fat boy who grew up with him, and couldn't help but worry about the little fat boy's safety. Wayne knew that Francis would never let him go so easily. Wayne didn't have many friends, and the only one who could threaten him was He is a fat man, and Francis will definitely make a fuss about the fat man to force himself to show up.

Looking at his hands, Ethan's death made Wayne realize that although he had awakened his powers, the powers could not protect his friends. The lack of systematic fighting training makes him have huge strength, but he cannot display it perfectly. Like a baby holding a big knife, he can deal with some ordinary soldiers, but it may not be easy to deal with people in the research organization.

Looking at Tony who was bragging about how he escaped heroically, Wayne shook his head. It was better not to bother Tony. After all, he was just an ordinary person.

After successfully bragging about himself, Tony lay on the backrest with some satisfaction. He looked back at Wayne, who was a little silent, and said thoughtfully: "I will help you, don't worry."

During the few days in the cave, Tony already knew all of Wayne's experiences, and he was smart enough to instantly understand the reason for Wayne's silence.

Seeing Tony offering to help, Wayne was a little entangled and hesitant. He was really not sure of saving the little fat man on his own.

I thought that living in an orphanage since childhood was the warmest time, but I found that the orphanage was just a cold slaughterhouse. On the contrary, in the dark time of being tortured and hijacked, the two people he met brought warmth to him. This is probably the window handle that God opens when he closes a door on himself.

"Thank you." Wayne closed his eyes, not letting Tony notice his wet eyes.

Time goes back to 3 days ago.

After fainting in the hospital, the little fat man was sent back to his dormitory by the dean. In the following days, the little fat man asked to see Wayne's body as soon as he got up every day, but was refused by the staff for various reasons.

Today has been a month since Wayne was pronounced dead. The little fat man is lying on his bed, looking a little haggard. Over the past month, he has not only had to bear the pain caused by Wayne's death, but also faced The huge pressure from the revenge of Joseph's group made him collapse.

Moreover, he discovered that his body seemed to have undergone some strange changes since the day he returned from the hospital.

"Bang bang bang" there was a knock on the door. The little fat man got off the bed and opened the bedroom door with some confusion.

"My condolences, Stephen." Abbas said to the fat man who opened the door.

"Why are you here?" Looking at Abbas at the door, the little fat man was a little surprised.

Except when receiving a job, no one wants to see Abbas, who has a straight face all day long. They usually don't have much interaction with Abbas. Abbas taking the initiative to come to him is like the sun coming out of the west. .

"I'm sorry about Wayne, he's a good kid."

Abbas' tone was a little unusual, and he said to himself: "I once had a son who was about the same size as you. In his freshman year of high school, he encountered a robber while doing volunteer work, but he had bad luck. At that time No one among the onlookers helped him, they all watched him being beaten to death by the robbers. If a child like Wayne had existed at that time, maybe he would still be alive."

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Abbas moved closer to the little fat man and whispered in his ear: "You go, the further away the better, it is not safe here, and Wayne is not dead."

After saying that, Abbas ignored the little fat man, and the lonely figure slowly walked away into the distance.