The God of Death in American Comics

Ye Feng's purpose of coming here was never to be a hero. In a few blinks, he had moved far away.

Of course, before leaving, I didn’t forget to take away the children’s Iron Man puppet. This thing was equivalent to a death charm tonight.

A large number of mechanical soldiers landed, but after losing the target of Ye Feng, they took off again, spreading the search area.

On the other side, outside the fair, on the viaduct.

"We have to get out of this hellish place as soon as possible." With a shiny bald head, Sitwell touched his glasses and said.

Sitwell didn't know what the luminous spot in the sky in the distance was, but what Minister Pierce gave him could never go wrong.

"Sir, there's a traffic jam ahead." The unfortunate news came, and the agent driving the car turned around and said.

Sitwell has seen that the road ahead can no longer be described as a traffic jam. Perhaps traffic paralysis is more appropriate.

A large number of drivers and horns are constantly urging, but the heavy traffic will only become more congested in this atmosphere.

"Turn around quickly, let's get out of here first." Sitwell looked anxious.

The words just left his mouth.

"Bang" Several people in the car felt a slight vibration.

"Sir, we were rear-ended," the agent driving the vehicle said helplessly.

"Damn it, go down and deal with it." Sitwell had already seen it, and the driver of the vehicle behind had already stepped out.

Sitwell could only secretly say that he was unlucky and hoped that nothing would go wrong today.

But according to a certain law, the more you worry about something, the more likely it will come.

Seeing the driver outside the car who was gradually starting to argue with his agents, Sitwell looked irritated and chilled.

"Watch this thing," he told his men on the side. Sitwell put down the box he had been carrying, opened the car door and walked out.

"Hey, which department do you belong to?" A tall white man was educating his agents.

Sitwell hurriedly stepped forward, automatically ignored his men's eyes, and said to the other party, "Sir, we are from the CIA. If you don't want to cause trouble," his meaning was very clear. If you don't want to cause trouble, get out.

Since it was a special task temporarily arranged by Pierce, Sitwell did not want to cause trouble, even if the accident was entirely the other party's responsibility.

But it was obvious that the other party didn't seem to appreciate it.

"Oh, the CIA is just right. I am also from the CIA. Which department do you belong to?" Kerby made an exaggerated expression, and along the way, a CIA ID was spread out in front of Sitwell.

"" Sitwell was speechless for a while.

He's actually from the CIA.

I turned around and looked at the vehicle that rear-ended me. It was just an ordinary SUV, but there were probably people sitting in the car.

"Okay, this is Mr. Kerby from the CIA." Sitwell looked at the name on the ID, slowly read it, and took out an ID from his jacket pocket. "Actually, we are the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. I think there must be some misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding, I know you guys, you are from SHIELD." Kirby made an exaggerated mouth gesture with a mocking look on his face.

"Indeed, we are performing a relatively confidential mission, please don't make any noise." Sitwell pretended not to notice, after all, he still had some shame.

"It's a secret again. Do you know how many times we people have wiped your butts?" Kirby asked.

Sitwell frowned "Watch your words soldier."

Kebi spread his hands and said it didn't matter.

At this time, a frightened brown-haired woman with tears on her face ran over.

"Two gentlemen, have you seen my daughter? She is only 7 years old. She is wearing a red dress and may be holding a stuffed toy in her hand. We ran away and it was all my fault." I didn't know it was her anymore. After asking for the first time, he prayed towards Sitwell with a tearful face.

Sitwell just wanted to leave here now and leave the matter of finding the child to the CIA. He frowned and pointed at Kerby, "This is an expert in this field. You can ask him for advice."

"First, sir, please help me." It was like grasping a life-saving straw.

After saying that, he wanted to kneel down, but was supported by Kerby. He glared at Sitwell and replied, "No, you don't have to do this. I will help you, but only if you remember where you dispersed." "

As soon as Kebi finished speaking, the woman was about to answer.

Unexpectedly, a missile fell from mid-air.

"No" Sitwell opened his eyes wide, and the missile fell on the other side of his vehicle.

bang

A violent wave of air struck, and everyone present was overturned.

"Cough, cough, cough." Strong tinnitus and severe pain all over the body kept coming. Fortunately, the location where Sitwell was standing was not at the center of the explosion point, otherwise this Hydra rebel would have received a box lunch.

The driver agent he brought with him was already dead. You could tell by looking at the iron piece inserted into his eye socket.

The CIA agent Kirby should be similar to me. The other agent fell down the moment the bomb hit, and his reaction was quite fast.

As for the mother who was looking for her child, her neck was cut by glass shards that flew from nowhere. The blood was left uncontrollably, and it seemed that she would not survive for long.

None of this was nothing to Sitwell. The key was that the vehicle he was in was blown into two pieces, and the contents of the suitcase inside were what Pierce had specifically ordered.

Ignoring the severe pain in his body, Sitwell slowly got up.

This can be regarded as an unforeseen disaster. If there was no traffic jam, I and others should have reached their destination long ago.

shhhhhh

In mid-air, Iron Man Tony Stark passed by at high speed in his armor, followed by Rhodes' war machine and a large number of mechanical soldiers.

The small missile just now was emitted from the weapon rack of the mechanical soldier at the rear. Unfortunately, Hammer Industries' technology tree has always lagged behind the Stark Group by a few blocks.

Shaking his head, Sitwell no longer paid attention to the fight between gods in the sky, and limped to the vehicle he was riding in just now.

"uh uh uh uh"

The man who was fine just now was lying on the back seat with a look of pain on his face, his whole body was severely burned, and his breath of life was getting weaker and weaker.

"Box, where's the box?" People can die, but the box that Sitwell was paying attention to has disappeared.

"Uh uh uh" before he died, the subordinate pointed to the outside of the viaduct.

Sitwell hurried over and looked down.

I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Although the suitcase was dropped and twisted and changed its shape, and a large piece of the glass bottle inside also leaked out, the contents were still intact.

It's a pity that fate is so willful.

The explosion from the viaduct made everyone crazy, and countless people began to abandon their cars and flee for their lives.

"Oh no" Sitwell watched helplessly as the box below was kicked hard, and the glass bottle rolled out immediately.

Due to Sitwell's inner tension, he got stuck on the manhole cover of the underground sewer.

Still

The truck horn sounded.

No matter how much Sitwell shouted on the bridge, the wheels ran over the manhole cover.

Sitwell seemed to hear some broken sound, which was his fragile heart.

Pierce messed up the task he gave himself.

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