The God of Death in American Comics

In the driver's seat of the "Sitville" SUV, Rumlow turned his head and spoke.

Raising his hand and looking at the time on his watch, Sitwell sniffed.

"I guess I have a cold. This job is too tiring."

"That's not what you said to Nick Fury just now." Rumlow teased.

At this moment, a call came from the walkie-talkie in Rumlow's hand.

"Sir, it's too late to get through." Agent.

"Pull over, let's get out of the car." Rumlow glanced at Sitwell and ordered.

After a while, Rumlow and Sitwell came to a collapsed building with seven or eight S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in black suits.

Around the ruins, there is radiation, and black and yellow seals prohibiting entry tightly surround the building in front of it.

Rumlow casually tore off the seal in front of his eyes.

I looked at the surrounding building ruins and municipal facilities.

"I heard that everything around here was caused by that fat Death God" he asked in shock.

"Of course, according to Agent Patton's report, this was only caused by one blow. How about such destructive power." Sitwell said with a smile.

"I really can't imagine what they were fighting with at that time." Rumlow waved his hand and asked while directing the agents around him.

"Remember the big green guy who escaped from the military laboratory last year?"

"The Hulk turned out to be that monster that couldn't even be killed by cannons and missiles, but he died in Brooklyn."

Rumlow felt a little regretful when talking about this.

"How is death possible?" Sitwell shook his head. Under Rumlow's shocked eyes, "According to our internal information, the other party boarded a stowaway cruise ship heading to Brazil a day later."

"Didn't they let us capture him after he escaped?" Rumlow asked subconsciously, but he immediately realized that his brain was filled with water.

really.

"Capturing Nick Fury will not agree. Although the Brooklyn incident has made the God of Death famous in Soul Society, the Hulk who can remain unharmed under that kind of attack is not something ordinary people like us can handle."

After a pause, Sitwell continued, "And we also put a lot of effort into getting the other party on that ship."

Rumlow was stunned for a moment, then reacted in surprise and said, "No, that ship."

"Of course they have all been replaced by our people, and the bottom of the boat has also been modified, in order to transport the monster out smoothly and quietly." At this point, Sitwell looked around and saw that there was busy work all around. agent.

The shiny bald head leaned towards Rumlow's ear and whispered, "For our organization, in any sense, we do not want this uncontrolled beast to stay in the country because, in the country, the military Too many eyes”

"Understood, Agent Rumlow, let's discuss this mission. After all, I don't want to be like Coulson and almost receive the death pension."

Rumlow laughed dryly, nodded indifferently, and confidently analyzed, "Don't be nervous. Although we didn't bring many people this time, the situation here is not as bad as imagined."

"Well why do you say that?" Sitwell asked confused.

"You are one of the most experienced agents in our agency on these things. You have written many reports. Try it. Our internal communications are very smooth. If there was such a thing nearby, our communications would have been long ago. I was disturbed,”

Rumlow looked relaxed.

But the expression on Rumlow's face only lasted a few seconds before the agent's voice came from the intercom.

"Report, a body found in the building"

Sitwell smiled at Rumlow and walked forward.

After a few minutes.

In the dark, dusty building, a simple meeting space had been set up by SHIELD agents. A headless corpse covered in scars lay quietly on the ground.

It would be nothing if it were an ordinary corpse, but the hole in the middle of the chest of the headless corpse reminds Sitwell and others all the time that the owner of the corpse is a humanoid.

"It's a bit like a knife wound. This should have been caused by a knife. It was done by someone from Soul Society." Sitwell stretched out his hand to adjust the frame of his glasses.

As an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., although Sitwell's combat experience is not as good as Rumlow's, he still has a good vision.

"No, these wounds are more like they were added later. Look at this wound. There are one, two, and three marks. There are no such short-spaced knives. It is more like the damage caused by sharp claws. And if you look around, there are too many There are many traces of the struggle, it seems that someone is full of emotions towards our death consultant and wants to put a shit basin on his head."

Rumlow squatted down and analyzed calmly.

"Could it be that the person Talon is fighting against is an animal and the other party wants to mislead us? Why?" Sitwell looked confused.

"You have to find it slowly. When will the magnetic field become abnormal?" Rumlow said.

"Half an hour ago"

"It seems that the other party did not act alone, but organized to get ahead of us." Rumlow stood up with a strange look on his face.

"Could it be that old guy Ross again? There is a gap between the domestic organization and Soul Society. He is the only one representing the military. I heard that because of the Brooklyn incident, the White House suddenly changed its tune and asked the Department of Defense to directly move the conference table Smashed."

Sitwell thought for a moment and analyzed.

"I don't know about that. It looks a bit like a mutant." Rumlow shrugged.

"Continue to search the surrounding area. This body needs to be carried back, collect some blood samples from the soil, and then record them. It seems that our mission can only end here this time. I will make a report on Nick Fury's side. ." Sitwell looked uninterested.

"Of course, Chief Sitwell," Rumlow teased.

ten minutes later.

Late at night, SHIELD headquarters, Trident, Director's office.

I don’t know how long ago, but the lights in the director’s office were still on even late at night.

It seems that no matter which industry you are in, the more you stand at the top of the pyramid, the more you pay than ordinary people.

Dong dong dong

There was a knock on the door, and Sitwell, an Indian with a bald head, walked in directly.

"Agent Sitwell, although it's so late, I wanted to hear some good news from you, but I knew by the look on your face when you came in that maybe my hope was in vain."

"What's in that place with sudden abnormal energy? A humanoid mutated butcher tentacle monster or another underground laboratory?" Nick Fury put the coffee cup aside and asked directly.

"No, Director. None of this. In fact, someone had already arrived before we arrived. We only found an inhuman body in the ruined building, and it was damaged. This is from the scene. Information and Records”

Sitwell paused and handed over the information in his hand.

Nick Fury frowned when he heard someone taking the lead.

Picked up the information and read it quickly.

There are a lot of traces of struggle in the ruins

There were a lot of claw marks on the body.

The features in these documents reminded Nick Fury of the mercenary captured by Natasha last time who attacked Ye Feng and others.

"Captain Rumlow and I made a preliminary analysis and found that someone might have fought with the Humanoid Void somewhere, and this person might be a mutant."

Sitwell was talking when he was interrupted by Nick Fury.

"I understand. You can go down and rest first. Don't tell anyone about this yet."

"Yes, Director." Although Sitwell was a little confused, he nodded and left.

After Sitwell left.

Nick Fury typed in front of the computer for a while.

A person's name is displayed.

Name: James Howlett

Information Log: Canadian Mutants

Abilities: Super high fighting skills, physical healing and regeneration, sharp bone claws with retractable arms

Danger level: c

Summary:

It was really William Stryker's people who did it.

Nick Fury frowned.

But the other party would make such a stupid mistake and just cut off the head and leave the body behind.

Or maybe this is a cover-up trick by the other party to disrupt S.H.I.E.L.D.'s vision

What is the purpose of doing this

Looks like I need to have a chat with Stryker.

The domestic situation is really not optimistic. There are too few cards in hand, Nick Fury lamented.

Tony Stark's work must continue.

The Stark Group is also a key target of observation, and Obadiah has not yet explained the whereabouts of high-end weapons.

As the liaison there, Agent Coulson was also seriously injured on duty and is still in a coma.

In addition, the progress of searching and researching the homeless encampment on Route 17 is also very slow.

The Soul Society's force, the God of Death, Deputy Captain Ohmaeda Kichiyo, became obsessed with the library after arriving in New York.

In the island country, Natasha reported that humanoid shadows have been found in downtown Tokyo.

Ross, the military, the Hulk, the humanoid experiment

Now to add William Stryker.

Frequent supernatural cases have made the black director exhausted to deal with.

But this also inspired Nick Fury to become more determined to organize the Avengers plan.

The situation is getting serious and the Avengers team must be formed