MTL - Ace Evolution - Chapter 46 trading had done

Jaxon Hawk pretty much lives inside, loving his own space, when BAM! He gets this crazy thing called the Sniper System just as the world goes totally bonkers with zombies. But these aren't your grandma's zombies, shuffling around and moaning. Nope, these guys are like Olympic athletes, running, jumping, climbing, basically doing everything to get you. And get this, they keep getting stronger and tougher each time they change! Every time you meet one, it's a fight for your life.The human race is on its last legs. The good thing is, everyone knows they have to work together or they're totally done for. This isn't a story about fighting other people, it's about not becoming zombie food. Regular folks don't have a shot, and even soldiers are sweating bullets. This is a hardcore survival story, where Jaxon has to use his new skills and think smart to keep himself, his family, and his new friends safe.It's a wild ride of thrills, trying to stay alive, and finding people he actually cares about. Oh, and there are some girls, too, making things even more interesting. It's all about big feelings, scary moments, and doing whatever it takes when every second could be your last.

As someone who had always aspired to live a laid-back life, Xu Lin received the news of his hometown’s old house’s demolition at the age of 24. As a result he would be compensated with about 5 million. But before he could grasp the feeling of being a second-generation displaced person , he blinked and found himself back in the green years of being 17.Now, he had to embrace the “salted fish” state once again and wait for another 7 years. Despite his initial thoughts, a peculiar thing happened due to a confession incident, disrupting his plans.[Congratulations Host on activating the Twelve Zodiac Love System!]Thus his fate became entangled with 12 different types of girls…

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”