The God of Death in American Comics

Sitwell clutched his chest and cursed the truck driver, but gradually he didn't know when he would start.

The scent in the air changed subtly.

If Sitwell wasn't in a state of mental stress right now, he might not even be able to notice it.

Looking around, I saw that the viaduct, which was already a traffic jam, had become a mess due to the explosion.

There was no need to specifically observe the source of this aura, Sitwell found it directly.

It was the mother who was lying on the ground with her neck cut off by the glass shards. The spiritual pressure that made the air slightly dull was emanating from her body.

After all, something like white foam was constantly flowing out from the corner of the other party's mouth, gradually covering the face full of blood.

"This is not good." He took out his pistol and aimed decisively. If this thing didn't nip her in the bud,

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Kerby from the CIA also took out his pistol.

"She's mutating, can't you see?" Sitwell yelled, enduring the discomfort all over his body.

"But this lady didn't hurt anyone."

Sure enough, the CIA people are just pigs.

Sitwell decisively threw away the pistol. After a while, Sitwell estimated that holding the gun in his hand was almost like holding a taunting prop.

The process of the woman's transformation into a human being was almost over, and that evil mask began to gradually form on her face.

Sitwell took a deep breath, walked aside, and pulled out the bodies of his dead men from the shattered SUV.

"What are you going to do?" Kerby just stood there without any movement. He looked at the strange situation on the ground and asked Sitwell again.

Sitwell took the body to the edge of the viaduct and looked back at the human figure lying on the ground.

"If I were you, I wouldn't stand there anymore. Run away while there's still a chance."

After saying that, he held on to the burned corpse under his hands and endured the unpleasant burning smell.

When a box truck rushed across from below, Sitwell's eyes froze and he wanted to jump out, as if it was for his life.

But just when Sitwell was about to make a move, a light flashed in front of him in mid-air.

Then gradually zoom in.

After a moment, a Japanese-style round wooden door appeared in front of Sitwell.

He opened his eyes and threw away his men's bodies.

"Saved," Sitwell said, looking like he was surviving the disaster.

After all, Sitwell would not choose to jump from a high bridge unless absolutely necessary, and only use a corpse as a buffer.

The best outcome is that he is ready, just a walk in the intensive care operating room.

But if something goes wrong, he might be a corpse by the time the organization finds him.

Fortunately, someone from Soul Society is here

Although the threat behind him still exists, aren't there professional personnel coming?

I just don’t know if the person coming is an acquaintance.

Unfortunately, the man from Sitwell was not one of them he knew, which made him a little disappointed.

Although she is also wearing white socks and straw sandals, she is dressed in a dark kimono.

But with the cold face and the red eye shadow, the origin of this god of death is probably not simple. This is Sitwell's opinion.

After all, the other party has the same thing in common as him, that is, that shiny bald head.

That kid Ye Feng once said that being bald is the only way to become stronger.

A cold look swept across Sitwell's head.

"Are you the Shinigami of the Soul Society Gotei ?" Sitwell asked knowingly, and the purpose was to strike up a conversation, even though the other party looked very cold.

Indifference is a must, after all, it is a clone cultivated by Nirvana.

Without waiting for Sitwell to continue questioning.

uh uh uh uh

A series of painful cries were heard, indicating that disaster was about to come.

The humanoid has finally completed its transformation.

The mother who had turned into a humanoid figure stood up strangely from the ground in vain, her dark red eyes lighting up under the mask.

The hole on his chest appeared at some point, allowing Kerby to observe Sitwell's bald head through the hole.

The mysterious black-clothed warrior suddenly appeared, and the strange man stood in front of him looking for the child's mother. At this time, question marks appeared over the head of CIA agent Kebi.

"Where is my child? Have you seen my child?" Gloomy words spat out from the mouth of Ningxu. This was a Ningxu with the ability to speak since birth.

In other words, this human form is weak and relatively powerful.

"Female, madam, what are you doing?" Kebi didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Do you want to say that you have never seen her?" His brain has long been replaced by madness. His dark red eyes swept over and he raised his sharp claws that had grown nails. "Then you go to hell, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

This thing is not human

Kirby quickly raised the gun in his hand.

But the opponent is faster than him.

In a blink of an eye, the dynamic perspective of Kebi's eyes caught no trace of the other party at all.

A strong wind blew hard from his side, and Kebi knew that it was the opponent's attack.

But it was too fast, and the body couldn't keep up with this extreme movement.

Even if the brain has reacted, it's useless if the body can't keep up.

After swallowing his saliva, Kebi was ready to end his career as an agent.

But things are unpredictable.

咻

bang

Kebi only felt a breeze blowing beside him, and then there was a huge sound.

An indifferent man wearing white socks and straw sandals and a bushido kimono from the island country stood beside him.

Moving forward with one hand, he easily blocked the masked monster's attack.

No matter how hard the opponent tries, he can't break free.

slam

The light of the knife flashed past, and an arm fell. The indifferent man in front of Kebi directly swung the knife and cut off one of the opponent's arms.

"Wait" Kebi wanted to say something.

But to a clone, words mean nothing and blood goals are what matters.

He paused his feet and disappeared in an instant. Relying on Shunpo's mobility, he came to the opponent's back again.

boom

The humanoid figure that could have caused a lot of damage was directly destroyed.

Compared with the clones cultivated by Nirvana, the human form has always lagged behind in terms of quality.

After all, this is biotechnology developed specifically for combat, and it can force Abarai and the two into a tough fight in Hueco Mundo.

The human form is still struggling under the clone's feet, but it is missing a hand and its own strength is not as strong as the clone.

As the blade slipped, the strength of the struggle was in vain.

"I am a SHIELD agent, Sitwell. Which Death are you?" Sitwell walked up again.

This time in "SHIELD", the clones finally responded, but their attitude was still cold.

"Yes, I have met your deputy captain Oh Maeda and the third officer Hirashima Yefeng many times. We are very good friends. I don't know what you call them." Sitwell decided to seize this point.

For him, the mission Pierce assigned today must have failed, and the thing had been destroyed.

But if he could get to know one more powerful god of death, I think Pierce's punishment would be lighter.

The clone's eyes flashed, perhaps because he heard Ye Feng's name.

There was silence for a while before answering.

"Madarame Ikkaku, Division , Third Chief." After saying that, Madarame Ikkaku's clone showed an attractive fake smile.

Under Sitwell's gaze, he took out an iron rod-like object from his arms.

"You have the right to know." After saying this confusing sentence.

Madarame gently pressed the corner of his face towards the several surprised people who were looking at him curiously, as well as the CIA agent Kirby, who had an unconscious look on his face.

A ray of spiritual light lit up, and then the clone disappeared in front of Sitwell in an instant.

"What is the right to know, what to know" Sitwell wondered.

He turned around and walked towards Kirby. After all, the Soul Society's God of Death was SHIELD's secret. People from the CIA should stay away from such matters.

"Agent Kirby." Sitwell.

"Well, who are you? Why are you here? Do you know me?" Kirby asked with a confused look on his face.

Sitwell frowned, thinking back to the memory loss incident of the farm lady he had last contacted, and he understood what the other party just said about the right to know.

He simply turned around and limped towards the distance.

Sitwell still had to look under the viaduct, and that was a problem when Pierce's mission was screwed up.

At the same time, in a corner unknown to Sitwell, the entire city's sewer system began to undergo some subtle changes.

All this is thanks to the liquid bottles crushed by the truck.

In the city's sewers, countless pipes crisscross each other, and the experimental products from Nirvana are quietly changing everything.

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