The God of Death in American Comics

After two seconds of silence, Ye Feng patted Komamura's arm. He wanted to pat his shoulder, but his strength didn't allow it.

"Thank you, Captain Komamura, but I have to do some things myself. We still need to further expand our power. You should also know that this world is very dangerous."

"If necessary, we are obligated to do so." The left formation of Komamura looked serious, like an ancient general.

At this time, several small butterflies in spiritual form flew out of the passage. Komamura was keenly aware of it and looked aside.

Ye Feng raised his hand, and a butterfly broke away from the team and stood on his fingertips.

When a message came, Ye Feng's eyes lit up, "I have something to do."

Communication butterflies are technological items used to transmit information between Shinigami. Only those with spiritual pressure and special skills can interpret the information on them. It comes from the technology of the Technology Development Bureau of the th Division.

Komamura waved his big hand, grasped one tightly in his hand, and after a moment said, "It's a combat mission that we should handle."

His tone was unquestionable, his eyes fixed on Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was helpless and just wanted to speak.

Next to him, a god of death came over, took out a piece of paper, and handed it to Ye Feng, "Captain Nirvana asked me to give this to you. The materials on it must be completed as soon as possible."

Ye Feng signaled Komamura to wait and opened Nirvana's paper.

There are no honorifics, and there is no serious respect like Komamura.

The beginning is that I need the following things, and then there are a bunch of material names, and then they are gone.

Ye Feng read it at a quick glance and couldn't find any polite words between the lines. They were all materials that Nirvana needed for research.

After secretly complaining that the team was difficult to lead, Ye Feng raised his head and asked, "Did he say anything else?"

The God of Death shook his head expressionlessly, "Captain Nirvana is still in the experiment, he just gave an order not to disturb."

"Okay, I will get it for him as soon as possible." Ye Feng nodded.

Helping Nirvana Li is helping himself, Ye Feng naturally understands.

However, looking at the piles of materials, Ye Feng felt dizzy.

This temporary and simple base was built using the inventory that Nirvana brought from Soul Society.

As a time traveler who has lived through two lifetimes, Ye Feng did not help at all with the internal construction of the entire base, except for making some unique suggestions on interior decoration.

Of course, defecation does not count.

construction materials

Although it does not necessarily have to be able to withstand the release of ordinary spiritual power, even building an ordinary house requires a lot of building materials. The cloned god of death is also a god of death and needs to rest, although the conditions can be a little worse.

As for where to get the materials, Ye Feng had no idea at all.

But it is nothing more than the daily five-piece set that deceives, deceives, abducts, deceives, and steals.

Turning around, he asked Komamura, "Captain Komamura, I have to let you help this time."

In order to find something for the big dog to do, the task of defending the lair was naturally given to the other party.

Originally, Ōmaeda was in charge of this position, but after Komamura appeared, Ōmaeda clamored for a replacement. The reason he gave was that the seventh division was originally the inner court escort team, and this matter was left to Komamura. It’s equivalent to leaving it to the professionals.

But after all, it is a captain-level combat power. The appearance of Komamura is a trump card. It is better to hide it until the critical moment. Even in daily hunting, Ye Feng did not agree to Komamura's participation.

There is no other reason. The battle in Komamura was too loud. It is estimated that countless humanoid hollows can be destroyed with the aftermath of the battle, and it is an evolved version.

It should still be a problem in this world. For some unknown reason, Ye Feng feels that the power of Death is stronger than in the anime.

Komamura nodded respectfully and said, "Please tell me."

Ye Feng thought for a moment. It would take years and months for them to collect so many materials for Nirvana Li. They must get sponsors.

And this sponsor must be SHIELD. Anyway, these agents have no emotions, which is completely different from what I saw in the movie.

Having said that, after disappearing for so many days, it’s time to meet Nick Fury.

"We are like this"

A few days later, Trident, S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

The dazzling sunlight shines on this huge building complex. No one can imagine why SHIELD would establish its headquarters in such an obvious place. Perhaps it is the two-way separation of technology and data, and some sensitive and dark things are hidden in it. All over the world, it is absolutely impossible to understand the secrets without the corresponding authority.

As the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., tight security is indispensable, not to mention round-the-clock security patrols, and all kinds of overt and covert monitoring facilities are extremely dense. Unless the people from SHIELD are willing, or the other party is really different from ordinary people, ability.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to sneak into SHIELD headquarters.

However, there are always surprises in a tight fortress.

This is a sentry duty station at Trident Headquarters. Perhaps it is because of the elite. Although it is close to the office building, the sentry still does not relax at all, and his eyes are bright.

A few meters above the head of the S.H.I.E.L.D. guard sentry, Dirac, the God of Death, was floating in the air. Although the punk clothes were very eye-catching, Dirac was in a spiritual state. Except for the God of Death who had touched or had spiritual power, ordinary people were Unable to see Dirac's.

"Quack, stupid humans who are good at fighting among themselves, I am the executioner who takes lives. No one can take away this honor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the SHIELD sentry at his feet seemed to notice something and looked around cautiously.

"Zizi~~~~ Sentinel Point, have you discovered anything?" The intercom on the sentry's shoulder immediately came out with an inquiry from the command post.

"Sentinel report, nothing"

Listening to the report at his feet, Dirac curled his lips disdainfully, as if he thought of something, took out some finely divided sand from his bag, waved his hand, and sprinkled it downwards.

The sentry who had just finished reporting looked up again as if nothing had happened, but saw nothing.

However, the shadow of uneasiness in my heart has expanded rapidly without knowing when.

The hand holding the rifle gradually became harder, and his eyes began to turn slightly red.

Looking at the vehicle parking area not far away, a number of SHIELD agents were laughing and chatting with each other. The Sentinel, who had been alone all year round and had been on duty for many years, gradually felt unhappy.

A feeling of loneliness ripples in my heart.

No one would pay attention to him. After working for several years, he had seen a lot. No one from this position deliberately looked over. Even if they looked over, they would at most regard him as a human-shaped camera.

No one will pity him. A poor guy like him who has no background and can't get close to the leader has no other choice but to be exposed to wind and rain.

loneliness lonely emptiness

Events that had been relatively small in the past were expanding in the sentry's heart, and his breathing gradually began to become heavier.

From a perspective invisible to ordinary people, traces of black air were floating up from behind the sentry.

In the surveillance camera nearby, a trace of snowflakes flashed past

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