People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

It’s not that the play is bad, nor is it Black Shakespeare.

Some people like to be skinny, so shouldn’t others be allowed to like being fat and tanky... Ahem, stop the car!

In short, everyone has their own preferences for radish and green vegetables.You watch your elegant art, I watch my soap opera, no one can hinder the other, just enjoy it.

Well, that's not the point... The point is that there are people in the supposedly empty theater, a few actors on the stage, and a sparse audience sitting in the auditorium.Both the actors and the audience all maintained one movement and remained motionless.

There were only a few lights on in the huge theater, and there were shadows and motionless people all around, making the scene very strange.

A strong rancid smell penetrated Mike's nose.

When was the last time you smelled this?

The grave was dug in the cemetery and you were caught with the necrophilia.

Mike frowned, covered his nose, and subconsciously took two steps back, while the motionless people twisted their necks stiffly, always following Mike with their eyes.

"Lay in peace... Can't you hold the coffin board in place?" The light was dim, but Mike's eyesight was good.These people, to be precise, were dead - some had just died, covered in black and white, and some had been dead for a while, with white maggots crawling around in their empty eye sockets... It felt like a biological crisis.

Another killer?

However, seeing, hearing, and color did not perceive other living people.

However, Mike did not relax his vigilance. After all, seeing, hearing, and color are not omnipotent, and he missed Ruben just now.

"Ow!"

Twenty dozen zombies suddenly roared and rushed toward Mike in extremely awkward postures.He was so frightened that he took out two guns from the space and fired decisively, overturning a skull with one shot.

"Didn't you say that the weak point of zombies is their heads?" Mike saw a zombie with no part above the upper jaw, but he still rushed towards it.

"Mommy Fake!"

When the magazine is punched, Mike throws away the pistol and takes out two more from the space - one of the invisible benefits of space is that as long as the stored guns are loaded with magazines, there is no need to consider the trouble of changing magazines.

System space does not provide combat effectiveness, but it can improve combat effectiveness. It just depends on how you develop it.Just like there are no garbage devil fruits in One Piece, there are only garbage users.

Mike shot and walked away, always keeping his distance. This time he didn't aim at the head, but at the knees.

"I don't care if you are immortal or not, your legs are gone, let's see how you run!"

Soon, after Mike emptied four more magazines, the zombies lost their calves and still used their hands and thighs to crawl towards Mike.It’s just that the speed is simply too slow compared to before!

Therefore, it is important not to panic when facing the enemy.If you can't stab him to death, you can chop off his hands and feet. This is especially suitable when you don't have silver weapons and you encounter a vampire.

After Mike waited for a zombie to approach, he found something moving in his abdomen, and a purple-black vine suddenly shot towards Mike's face.

"Corpse Vine?"

Mike, who remained vigilant, dodged sideways and took out a small flamethrower for barbecue from the space - don't ask why the precious system space is always equipped with barbecue utensils, do you understand the world of foodies?

The purple-black vines that looked wet were unexpectedly flammable. The wisteria whipped the ground like crazy, trying to extinguish the flames, but soon stopped moving and burned quietly until it turned into ashes.

There is a smell of burning methane in the air.

"More like an animal than a plant, its weakness is that it is extremely afraid of fire." Mike looked at the other zombies.

After he took out the flamethrower, the zombies began to turn around and crawl in the opposite direction.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't run. Didn't you have a great time chasing? Keep going." Mike held a flamethrower in his hand, smiled like a villain, and chased towards the zombies.

The empty theater is full of abnormal atmosphere.

One thing Mike didn't expect was that the enemy was very close to him, in a large potted plant in the theater.

Potted plants?

The killer was nicknamed "The Wizard". The only information Winston provided was the name Wizard and a blurry photo of his back. He was very mysterious. He was said to be proficient in witchcraft and black magic and was one of the strongest candidates to be the killer of the Continental Hotel.

The wizard, named Disk Tripoca, calls himself the "God of Darkness".

Desktripoca is a descendant of the Mayans and lives in modern society just like ordinary people.During one of his travels, he came to Chichen Itza to make a pilgrimage to the Kukulkan Pyramid.At the top altar, Disk Tripoca accidentally touched the mechanism and entered a secret room full of science fiction style.

In the secret room, Disktripoca found a strange vine. This vine danced like a tentacle monster. It was photophobic, carnivorous, especially human, and intelligent.As the curious Disk Tripoca approached, he was parasitized by the vines, forming a parasitic relationship.

The vines inside the zombie body are branches of the main body. The main body can "resurrect" the corpse and control the corpse through the branches.

Disk Tripoca became a killer, satisfying the vine's appetite and his own material desires at the same time.

At this time, Disk Tripoca was more like a living plant than a human being, so Mike's Haki was unable to sense his presence.

Branches were constantly being burned to death by Mike. Every time a branch died, the main vine became more anxious.The main body is like the queen ant, and the ramets are like worker ants, responsible for finding food for the queen.

Disktripoca's body gradually became uncontrollable.

When ordinary people see zombies, regardless of whether they can defeat them or not, they are first frightened, and their strength and IQ plummet. Some even forget to escape or resist, and just scream and wait for death.

It's so damn cool to be so calm and then run after Mike... I strongly recommend seeing a psychiatrist.

According to Disk Tripoca's idea, since the target is difficult to achieve, we should continue with Voldemort at this time and then look for opportunities.

Obviously the vines had different ideas. In this parasitic relationship, Disktripoca was in a subordinate position and had to obey.

Sighing, Disktripoca jumped out of the potted plant.

"Tentacle monster?!" Mike was startled. The vines on Disk Tripoca were dancing wildly, which looked very scary.

Looking at it again...it's also scary.

Disk Tripoca stared at Mike and sneered: "You don't think I can only rely on these zombies to fight."

"Who are you?"

"Disk Tripoca."

"???"

"The wizard must have known."

"Oh." Mike suddenly realized that there was too little information about wizards, and it was difficult to connect the tentacle monster in front of him with the wizard.

As he spoke, vines wrapped around Disktripoka, forming a vine armor.

"These vine armors are very tough and invulnerable. Your gun can't break through the defense at all. Let's see what you do!" Disk Tripoca held a long whip made of vines with countless spikes on it in both hands.If you take a whip, your skin will definitely be torn apart.

Mike said inexplicably: "You are afraid of fire, right? Why use a gun when you have a flamethrower?"

Disk Tripoca: "..."

He wields two long whips and attacks Mike.

While dodging, Mike attacks the whip with a flamethrower.

boom!

The vine whip turned into a fire whip.

The body is indeed equally flammable.

However, Disktripoca did not throw away the fire whip immediately, but continued to attack until the flames almost spread to it.

Disktripoca threw away his whip, and the vines squirmed and weaved two new ones.

"You can make as many whips as you want, but how much fuel is left in the flamethrower, hahaha!" Disk Tripoca smiled proudly, not at all as cool as the killer in the movie.

"No more." Mike shook the bottle and threw away the flamethrower.