The God of Death in American Comics

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The highest level of red alert sounded in the laboratory.

Groups of soldiers armed to the teeth ran toward the exit.

Several researchers in white coats stood aside in fear.

"what happened"

"I do not know."

"Is this an exercise?"

"Impossible, how could we not have been notified if it was a drill."

咚

A slight vibration came from the top of the head, and traces of dust fell.

Several researchers looked at each other, and each could see the panic on each other's faces.

"Go to the safe room"

"Yes, yes, let's go quickly"

In this kind of laboratory, there is usually a safe house, which has a simple function to ensure the safety of these cutting-edge brains in the underground laboratory.

You must know that every researcher here was recruited by the Kawara family with great efforts, so they naturally have to consider each other.

Especially in island countries, countries with frequent earthquakes.

As if they had rehearsed countless simulated escapes, when the red alarm sounded loudly, the researchers who had already reacted began to run towards the safe house.

Monitoring command room.

Soichiro Kawara stood with his fat belly next to the monitor that kept flashing snowflakes.

On the surveillance screen, intermittent images kept coming out, and Soichiro Kawara's face became increasingly gloomy.

One by one, the elite soldiers were killed by the cold sword light, but they were completely unable to harm the opponent even a little bit.

After watching quietly for a while, the operators around him did not dare to express their anger. It was obvious that Soichiro Kawara's temper must be terrible now.

"Has a distress signal been sent?"

"An emergency communication has been sent to the air command department at Yokohama Airport."

"Yes." Soichiro Kawara nodded.

He already had a rough guess in his mind about the power of the visitor.

SHIELD

After all, what happened at his manor two days ago made Soichiro Kawara toss and turn and lose sleep for several nights.

Although I don’t know why the other party is causing trouble for me, it seems to have something to do with the issue of Stark Group’s weapons.

As if he remembered something, Soichiro Kawara reacted, "Get all personnel ready for battle." As if he had made some determination, he ordered his subordinates, "Arm the Experimental Model 1 Monarch. I will make sure these people never come back."

If the other party can find this place, it's not easy to build some kind of signal shielding on the surrounding hills.

What are the people at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs doing? Soichiro Kawahara's fat face was so gloomy that water dripped from his face.

The operator turned his head in surprise.

"Queen"

Seeing Soichiro Kawara's eyes that could kill someone, the operator swallowed what he wanted to say.

"Hey I got it"

That thing is not completely under control. I just hope that the attacker above is more powerful. At this time, the operator actually started to pray to the enemy.

After compiling his mind, the operator pressed on the console.

Over here, on the ground.

咻

A perfect sliding step. From a distance, it seemed that Ye Feng's feet did not move, but he moved three meters directly.

While dodging the chain of bullets, he also came to the side of the enemy.

slam

The sword flashed, the rifle went off, and a head with a ferocious expression spun and flew into the air.

"Well, the firepower output is starting to slow down."

It was a shooting blind spot, and the headless body of a soldier fell to the ground.

Ye Feng felt the suppressed fire from the other side. It was obvious that these elite soldiers were beginning to be unable to withstand it.

No one likes to play shooting games with superhuman beings who can dodge bullets. The daily imaginary enemies of these soldiers are terrorists, not superhuman beings.

At this time, there were not many soldiers guarding the construction site left. Ye Feng had already eliminated most of the guards here by relying on his Shunpo mobility while in the Death God state.

Now only a few people are left, hiding behind bunkers and trying to survive.

"It's a pity that no one here has that kind of virtualization potion, otherwise we can still get some soul power."

At this moment, Ye Feng even had some hope that someone here would apply a dose of devil transformation to his neck, and then be harvested by him.

"And I have to find a guide." He glanced around with a headache. Needless to say, the other party's laboratory must be under the feet, but the entrance can be found wherever it is.

Ok

If Ye Feng felt something, he disappeared in a flash.

At this time, a small round metal object was thrown over.

Todoroki passed the Demoman's countdown.

The oval-shaped grenade exploded violently in mid-air before it even hit the ground.

"Well done, Mr. Futian." Not far away, the guard soldier standing behind the bunker clenched his fists excitedly and whispered to his teammates beside him.

"Don't be careless, don't forget the elusive figure of the other party." Fukuda Yoshi's expression remained unchanged, staring straight ahead.

"Impossible. The opponent has just killed Mishima. No matter how fast he moves, he will still be injured if his reaction speed cannot keep up."

Just as Futian opened his mouth to answer, the air became very heavy and an inappropriate voice came from behind.

"Really? It's a pity to disappoint you. My reaction speed is just enough to keep up."

slam

The sharp blade flew past Futian's head, and the idiot who was laughing at the enemy just now moved his head away.

Futian knew that he could not escape the fate of being killed. Before he could turn around, he pulled out the dagger with his left hand and swung it towards the back without looking. His remaining right hand quickly touched his waist. It was a dagger. Glory bombs prepared by oneself.

But Futian's quick reaction was like slow motion in front of Ye Feng.

"Don't move." The blood of his comrades was still dripping on the blade, and the katana stretched directly to Fukuda Yoshi's neck.

In an instant, Futian stopped moving.

Drops of cold sweat slid down his forehead, but Futian's eyes showed no fear at all.

"Ask a question, where is the entrance? Answer me and I won't kill you." Ye Feng asked.

There was no way, these guarding soldiers were almost dead, and Ye Feng didn't want to wait and slowly find the entrance alone.

"You don't have to kill me." Futian seemed to be struggling in his heart.

Although the likelihood is low, no one wants to die.

"Now is not the time for you to ask questions. There are people active not far away. Do you think they will say anything?"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he exerted a slight force on his hand, and the Zanpakutō had already scratched the opponent's skin, and traces of blood mixed with sweat slowly flowed down.

"In the back, in the abandoned concrete building over there." With almost no thought, Futian chose to take a gamble. Although he could serve the country in pieces, at this final moment, human selfishness still prevailed.

"Oh, no wonder I didn't notice. Okay, you can go on your way." Ye Feng suddenly realized, and at the same time, he made a sharp stroke with the hand holding the knife.

"you"

"Well, I lied to you." Ye Feng admitted directly.

For the islanders, it is better to kill the wrong person than to let them go.

People from the island country, people from the island country, Ye Feng sighed, and his mood suddenly became depressed.

Although he accepted his identity in this life, Ye Feng felt melancholy whenever he thought about his life experience.

Dong dong dong

While Ye Feng was in a daze, there was a slight vibration on the ground.

He turned and looked back.

Inside the concrete building at the underground entrance, a tall man about 3 meters tall with gray-white muscles and a huge hollow in his chest walked out of it.

Ye Feng did not see the empty mask on the other person's face, but those eyes caught Ye Feng's attention.

One eye was pale and there was no sign of life in it. The other eye seemed to be dyed red with blood, exuding strong malice, staring at Ye Feng's location.

You don’t even have to consciously feel it.

Waves of cruel, crazy, and murderous spiritual pressure were already rushing towards him.

This seemed to be Mr. Tyrant who had gone to the wrong door in the biochemical world next door and came to smuggle in. Needless to say, he knew that this was another experimental subject created by the Kawara family.

The guard soldiers who were hiding in the dark and were afraid of being killed by Ye Feng had already retreated quietly without realizing it.

On the entire construction site, only the experimental subjects of the Kawara family and Ye Feng looked at each other.

He smiled calmly and flicked his hand, and the blood clinging to the Zanpakutō fell from the air.

With his eyes focused, azure blue spiritual pressure rose up from Ye Feng's body.

Two different kinds of spiritual pressure were like two invisible big hands, slapping together instantly.

The dust was flying and the air was heavy. The experimental subject seemed to have been provoked and roared like a beast.

Roar