The Legend of the So

I could only feel my legs going weak, and the captain slumped to the ground dejectedly: "I'm out of strength. Should I contact our comrades and ask them to pick me up" Even after defeating the powerful enemy, he couldn't hold onto his shield anymore. A gust of wind swept across the distance, sending sand swirling, creating an unbearably desolate and lonely scene!,He turned to Black Panther and said, "Old friend, give me some more Vibranium from Wakanda. I plan on making a desk that no superhero can break.",Because in recent years, the world has been plagued by natural and man-made disasters, with severe pollution resulting in blood mutations throughout the population. Zombies who bite living humans suffer from the pain caused by this "GMO blood," becoming weaker and weaker. Those who die are dead, those who are lost are lost, their numbers gradually decreasing until now, only it remains.。