The God of Death in American Comics

This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.

Parallel World Marvel Universe

Night, Manhattan Police Department Headquarters, New York.

The lights in the chief's office were still on, and the police officers and civilian staff passing by were cautious and did not dare to make too much noise, because everyone knew that the chief of the New York City Police Department was in a bad mood now, so no one It will be at this time that something bad happens.

Yes, George Stacey was indeed in a bad mood. He frowned and blew out the cigarette in front of his eyes. He looked at the video from the surveillance camera on the computer in front of him. His right thumb was trembling irregularly. Who could tell him this was what's the situation

In an ordinary alley, this is what is shown on the computer video. George knows that this kind of alley is the best place for crime, marijuana, guns and gang fights in New York.

Two older, sloppily dressed homeless people leaned against the wall and slept next to the trash can. These people are one of the characteristics of an international city like New York. They have no fixed house or financial source, and no offspring to support them. They can only wander in the city, begging and imagining that God will send down divine light to save them one day.

At this time, the picture in the video flashed. One of the sleeping homeless men frowned, and suddenly stood up and lay on the ground. His eyes were wide open, and he kept coughing. At the same time, he also called for help to his only companion around him with both hands, but Before the other party could react, something white like foamy water kept spurting out from his chest. The companion next to him had never seen such a situation before. He struggled and backed away in fear, and took out a silver cross from his arms. Put it on your chest and beg.

But as the last bit of white liquid flowed out of his chest, the homeless man raised his head. A ferocious mask had been put on his head at some point. There was a terrifying smile on the corner of the mask's mouth, and above his left eye was A touch of scarlet blood-red color, the mask also has a special attraction. Just one look at it can make you feel the fear coming from the depths of your soul, and the big black hole on the chest looks like a black hole swallowing All around, even the weak lights in the alley can't reflect the light and shadow.

Since the homeless man completed his transformation, the surveillance video has also begun to tremble irregularly, as if encountering a weak magnetic field effect.

The video was cut off when he saw this, but George also roughly understood what happened next. It should be more bloody and normal. Just like the process that every transformed devil must go through, when it is summoned, it will bite back the surroundings. The police found only a cross soaked in blood at the scene. As for its owner, George could only pray that God would take in this homeless believer.

With a ferocious mask and a hollow in his chest, Chief George Stacey faced the biggest challenge since taking office as the New York City Police Chief. When he was about to look through the information about vampires in the Western world submitted by the police officers, something happened to his desk. The phone on the phone rang.

"Hello" with a bad attitude, George Stacey picked up the phone and asked unhappily.

"Director George, there is a chief from the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau here, asking to see you." Perhaps it was because the name was too long, or perhaps because she noticed that her director was in a bad mood, the logistics policewoman The member's words also got stuck for a while before he finished speaking.

George Stacey was silent for two seconds while holding the phone. As a senior officer of the New York City Police Department, he knew about this huge organization, but what were these people coming to him for? Could it be that they thought of this and looked at the Degu in his hand? La secret.

"Let him in" After saying that, he hung up the phone and straightened his tie.

five minutes later.

An Indian agent with a bald head and glasses appeared in George Stacey's office.

"Hello Director George, I am Special Agent Level 6 of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau, Jasper Sitwell. Here is my ID." After saying that, he took out his ID from his suit jacket pocket and handed it over. .

George took the hand and looked at it. He saw a badge with a black eagle shadow. He just looked at it and returned it to the other party. He directly entered the topic and asked, "I am George Stacey. Then Agent Sitwell, please come to our police station." Is there any mission?"

Sitwell was stunned for a moment, probably because he was not used to George's mode of directly getting into the topic, but thanks to the excellent agent training, he reacted in just a moment.

"No, the purpose of my coming here is for a case. Maybe you should have come into contact with something or someone wearing a mask." Sitwell pointedly looked at the vampire documents placed on the table.

Without waiting for George Stacey to reply, Sitwell continued, "The facts are as you have seen. Now our bureau's task force is collecting evidence and investigating. Please hand over all documents and information." , cooperate with us, and close the archives and inventory at the same time, and we will take away everything."

"Sorry, this is not in compliance with the regulations. This matter involves two lives, or two." George Stacey gestured with his hands and refused directly. However, he felt that it was inappropriate to refuse like this, and said, "Unless you provide authorization, I need to".

"Director George, I know all this. I even know where the two people in your video are. Do you know where we found them?" Sitwell interrupted George's speech and asked mysteriously.

Isn’t there only one of the two? George Stacey was surprised and subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?"

Sitwell smiled and handed over a document. "He died. He was cut in half. The body is in another alley. Both of them have completed the transformation. Oh, it's in the form of a mask, but It was neatly cut into 4 halves with a sharp tool, but I can't say more about the specific situation. This involves permission issues. This is the authorization document I brought. It was not supposed to be delivered until tomorrow morning. We applied for expedited processing. Now please Director George, please cooperate with our work."

George Stacey took it and flipped through it, frowning, and said without raising his head, "No problem, I will copy the information to you right away."

"Also, let me meet the police officer who came into contact with the scene for the first time. I want to ask a few questions." Sitwell stretched out his hand to adjust his glasses.

George Stacey immediately picked up the internal phone number of the police station and said, "I'm George. Ask the officer in charge of the 404 case to call me immediately."

An hour later, Sitwell walked out of the NYPD carrying several documents, looked at his watch, picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hello" came a deep voice from the phone.

"Chief, this is Sitwell, the police department has taken care of it."

"Return to headquarters"

After hanging up the phone, Sitwell walked towards a black Chevrolet suburban SUV across the street, while filtering some clips in his mind, the mask, the black hole in his chest and the figure waving a samurai sword.

"I really envy that guy Coulson. He got a pretty good job. How can the rich second generation of investigators be better than me." Sitwell muttered and opened the car door. There was no way he could say that he was not the director's confidant. , and the investigation results of this matter are initially related to an Asian businessman teenager. Maybe his skin color is more suitable for this task.

"Boom!" Sitwell, who was just about to start the car, was shaken by a huge force of gravity.

He looked up at the top of the vehicle, which already had a deep concave shape. He quickly reached for the holster on his back with his right hand. Could it be that the big beards from the Middle East were coming? But this is the door of the New York City Police Department. These big beards are so arrogant now, and West Weir came to the police station alone this time, and he didn't bring his men with him yet. It seems that he will take them today.

"Roar"

A monster-like roar came from the roof of the car, but it stopped abruptly in an instant.

Because a long knife passed through the roof of the car, the sharp blade pierced the air and was exposed in front of Sitwell, because the refraction of the glasses also reflected the breathtaking light of the knife.

"Gudong" swallowed the non-existent saliva, quickly opened the door with his left hand, turned over and rolled out, exposing a shiny bald head.

"Good reaction. Goodbye." A young voice came from the roof of the car.

But when Sitwell got up, there was no sign of anyone on the roof of the car. He pulled out his pistol and walked towards the roof of the car. A man lying in a large shape on the roof of the car fell there, wearing Sitwell's familiar mask on his head. , there is still that huge hole in his chest.

With his eyes narrowed, Sitwell rejected the police officers who came to support him and made a phone call.

"Rumlow, come to my position, take your team members, and recover a body."