I have a Zanpakutō

"His name, identity, occupation... We have no way of knowing, as if it appeared out of thin air!"

Fury's heart moved, and he rewound the monitoring screen to the moment when Zhang Han appeared, slowed down by more than ten times, and watched carefully frame by frame.

The screen showed that at the moment when Abomination smashed the taxi down, a black crack suddenly appeared, and Zhang Han's figure emerged from the crack.

"Is it an alien? It doesn't look like it..."

Fu Rui hugged his elbows, secretly thinking about Zhang Han's origin.

If you look at Zhang Han's appearance and body shape alone, he looks very Asian, but he has rare dark red hair and blood-red eyes (Sharingan), which are very different from Asians with black hair and black pupils. big.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of any specific place where people were similar to Zhang Han. Fury could only helplessly press down his thoughts and said to Hill, "From now on, create his file with an encryption level of ten."

Level [-] is the highest level of authority of S.H.I.E.L.D. In other words, in the future, except for Fury, who is the director, and members of the World Security Council who are higher than him, no one else has the right to read Zhang Han's files.

Hill nodded and turned to leave.

"and many more!"

Just as Hill pushed the door open, Fury stopped her again, "You find a way to get in touch with him, find out his background, and assess his degree of danger. If necessary, disclose our identities to him .”

"why me?"

Hill turned around, looked at Fury strangely, and asked, "Coulson should be better at this kind of thing, wouldn't it be more appropriate to leave it to him?"

"His level is not enough, we must be prepared to be discovered by the other party." Fury shook his head and continued, "If he discovers your identity, at your level, he should feel the importance of S.H.I.E.L.D. ,this point is very important!"

At this point in time, the New York War is still several years away. Phil Coulson is only a seventh-level agent, not the later director of S.H.I.E.L.D.With this in mind, Fury felt that it would be more appropriate to contact the other party as Hill's ninth-level agent.

After all, Zhang Han's strength is too terrifying. If someone accidentally annoys the other party, and drives a Susan to annoy him... To be honest, the current S.H.I.E.L.D. has no strength to resist Zhang Han directly.

Fortunately, judging from the incident just now, this mysterious man of unknown origin still has a sense of justice!In this case, pulling him into his own camp, Fury felt somewhat confident.

This night, countless people are doomed to toss and turn because of the appearance of Zhang Han and Hulk, some worship them, some fear them...the list goes on and on.

On the Internet, the video of Zhang Han fighting the Hulk and the Abomination immediately became the headline of the search, and there are already tens of millions of comments below, which shows how popular Zhang Han is.

At the same time, the president convened a meeting of lawmakers overnight to discuss what kind of bills should be used to restrain the more and more mutants, superhumans, and even aliens appearing on the earth.

Zhang Han didn't know anything about this, but he could roughly guess something.

After all, a great war destroyed half of Harlem. If the government hadn't responded, they would have been kicked out by the angry people long ago!

The next day, in Manhattan, under the overpass, Zhang Han sat cross-legged on a recliner, practicing Zen Zen, with the Zanpakutao lying across his knees.

Pedestrians coming and going looked at him strangely, but no one dared to ask him.

Zhang Han condensed part of the spiritual seeds on his head and turned into a black-haired middle-aged man. Although he was in a downtown area, no one recognized him. He was the mysterious hero who angered the Hulk and hated yesterday.

After finishing his training, Zhang Han opened his eyes, looked at the opposite restaurant with a bitter face, and realized a very serious problem... no money!

"What to do? Get a job?"

Zhang Han retracted Zanpakudao into his body, lowered his legs, propped his elbows on his knees, and thought hard with his chin propped up.

After traveling for more than ten years, besides eating and sleeping, it is just cultivation!

I have almost forgotten all the knowledge I learned in college. I wanted to find a job to make a living, but suddenly found that I didn't know any skills other than killing people!

As for stealing and kidnapping, Zhang Han never thought about it.

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Before this, Zhang Han had never considered the issue of filling his stomach.Now that he has come to the world of Marvel, this seems to be his first priority.

After all, no matter how powerful you are, you will still be hungry. You must find a job and have a stable source of income.

Of course, Zhang Han can also put his body into the storage space and exist as a spirit body.If that's the case, although there is no need to consider the problem of starvation, he will become a ghost, and instead lose the fun of being a human being.

"It feels like I'm the hardest traveler in history, not one of them."

Zhang Han frowned, looking at the opposite restaurant with a gloomy expression, lost in thought.

At this moment, a beautiful woman about 27 or [-] years old came to his side and handed the hamburger in front of him.

"you are?"

Zhang Han raised his head, looked at the other party strangely, and asked.

The beauty shrugged her shoulders, wanted to laugh, but said embarrassedly, "I see you staring at the restaurant across the way in a daze, you must be hungry."

"Oh, thanks!"

Zhang Han took the food in embarrassment, tore open the package, and ate all the food.

Fighting those two monsters last night exhausted a lot of energy. I was so hungry that my chest was on my back.If it wasn't for the food given to him by the beautiful woman next to him, Zhang Han would have gone across the road to eat Bawang's meal.

The beauty didn't care about Zhang Han's ugly appearance, and said after he finished eating, "My name is Maria, and I work as a clerk in a company. How about you?"

"Thank you again for the food, my name is Zhang Han, my profession..."

Having said that, Zhang Han became embarrassed again, God of death?ninja?If you really say that, will people think you are crazy?

"uh-huh?"

Maria stared at Zhang Han with great interest, and raised her voice slightly from her nose.Seeing that the other party hesitated and didn't know what to say, he said, "I think, facing the benefactor who invited me to dinner, it's better to be honest!"

"Mercenary! I'm a mercenary!"

After racking his brains for a long time, Zhang Han finally came up with such a vocabulary.Thinking in my heart, ninjas should be regarded as a type of mercenary!

"Retired?" Maria asked again.

"Oh... ah, yes, yes, I have just been discharged from the army."

Hearing the other party's question, Zhang Han remembered that he is now a 40-year-old uncle.At such an age, it is easy to think of the word retired.

Maria suddenly realized, "It seems that your level is very average!"

"Why do you say that?" Zhang Han asked strangely.

"Isn't it? Mercenaries are generally high-income groups. After all, they are exchanging their lives for money, but you don't even have money for a meal..." At this point, Maria was embarrassed to continue.

Zhang Han lowered his head depressed, well, even though he has traveled through several worlds, he is still not good at fooling people.

"What's next?" Maria seemed to be very talkative, then changed the subject and asked, "What are your plans?"

"Find a place to live first, and then find a job."