The God of Death in American Comics

Brooklyn, 12 Fourth Street, a warehouse surrounded by walls.

The surrounding area was under martial law, and the door was cordoned off. A Quinjet fell from the sky and landed vertically in the open space at the entrance of the warehouse.

Phil Coulson, who was conducting the command at the scene, waited for the plane to park and went to greet it.

The rear cabin opened, and an indifferent Asian female agent stepped out.

"Hey, Melinda, nice to see you, where's our consultant?" Coulson said with a smile.

"Back there, I almost died." Melinda pointed behind her.

Colson turned his head and looked at it, frowning and complaining, "Mei, this is not good. I know you don't like Japanese people, but the other person is still a child."

Yes, Ye Feng's current condition is too bad. For a person who has been able to count the number of flights on one hand in his two lifetimes, he feels too uncomfortable now. His face is pale and he is hugging her tightly with both hands. The passenger's chair has a very high butt.

"Young people reply quickly, so don't worry, it will be fine after a while." Melinda explained casually.

Five minutes later, Ye Feng was helped out by Colson who couldn't stand it anymore.

"Can you still walk, Mr. Counselor?" Coulson asked with concern.

"I'm fine, just call me Ye Feng." Ye Feng responded weakly.

Because he was on a plane, Ye Feng did not use spiritual pressure to maintain the balance of his body. You must know that it was at an altitude of meters and on the vast sea. If the electronic interference caused by spiritual pressure would destroy the Quinjet, , maybe it’s not a matter of weakness.

Now Ye Feng estimates that the way he died after falling from a height of meters is no different from that of ordinary people. At present, he still can't use the spirit to fix his feet and make himself float in the air.

"Okay, then you can talk after a break. It's difficult for you to even walk in this state." Colson said.

"It's okay, I'll adjust it." After saying that, he closed his eyes and the air around him began to blur and change shapes, but Coulson and the others did not feel the high temperature.

Coulson and Melinda suddenly felt their bodies sink as spiritual pressure surged.

Not far away, SHIELD researchers who were surveying the scene also stopped working.

There was no way, the electronic instrument in his hand was shining randomly.

"Huh!" Ye Feng let out a long breath and dissipated his spiritual pressure. Only then did Colson and Coulson recover.

"That's much better." Ye Feng opened his eyes and said with a smile.

Melinda's eyes flickered on the side, is this spiritual pressure?

"Uh" Colson looked at Ye Feng who recovered instantly and forgot to speak for a moment, but good agent training made him understand that now was not the time to think.

He pointed to the warehouse on the side, "Let's go, I'll show you the scene first."

There were 13 stretchers neatly placed in the warehouse aisle, and corpses were lying on the stretchers. The wounds on them were basically in the heart of the chest or the back of the head.

"This is the person who will die in the warehouse. We have investigated and found that this warehouse box contains mostly low-quality furniture and some firearms. It should be a weapons arsenal for this gang." Coulson told Preaching over a corpse on a stretcher.

Why is this? Logically speaking, the human form is very weak, mainly due to its strong strength and lack of fear of death. Let alone gangsters, even ordinary people can deal with them with weapons.

Ye Feng knelt down and looked at a corpse with a hollowed-out heart. Well. this is

He pointed at the wound, "Is this the case with other corpses? The blood is black liquid."

Colson's eyes lit up and he immediately called a staff member over to ask.

"Yes, they are all like this. Is there any problem? And after preliminary judgment at the scene, this kind of black blood was formed after the death of the corpse. Before this, all these people shed red blood, because they didn't know this What's the situation? I've already asked someone to take it back to SHIELD's laboratory to extract the sample," Coulson replied.

"No, this has never happened to people killed by Xu." Ye Feng thought of the way Little Baker's father transformed yesterday. It was exactly the same as this kind of blood. What is the connection between them?

After all, it is impossible for everything to be explained by the assimilation of the rules of this world. The will of the world is not so free yet, and even this blood needs help to change it.

"Do people who were killed in other places also have the same condition inside their bodies?" Ye Feng asked.

"I don't know about the supermarket and the residential building. That's Garrett's responsibility, but the situation of the bodies in the apartment is similar to here." Colson replied, and then asked uncertainly, "Is this situation serious?"

"Why do you ask that?" Ye Feng.

"I need to record and report. If it's serious, maybe we have to block Brooklyn, just like yesterday. After all, only you can estimate the threat of this thing now," Colson explained.

Ye Feng raised his head and thought for a moment, "This kind of black blood may be present in normal Hollows, but it will not appear on dead people. Moreover, I have seen this thing just yesterday. Do you know Killian?"

"I know, I have made corresponding preparations before coming here. You mean these ordinary people were killed by Killian." Colson nodded.

"No, I mean this blood formed Killian yesterday." Ye Feng shook his head and said.

"What?" Colson subconsciously moved his feet two steps towards Melinda. It was probably the instinct of many years of cooperative fighting.

"Don't worry, Agent Coulson, there are all dead people on the ground. Killian can only be transformed into a virtual person, not a dead person." Ye Feng raised his hand to signal the other party not to panic.

"Hoo" Coulson breathed a sigh of relief. If all the dead people on the ground were fake corpses, these were 13 Kilians. If they appeared in Brooklyn, the World Security Council might not even need missiles, but would just come up with nuclear bombs.

But before Colson could speak, Ye Feng added, "But the Hollow who killed these people is probably not far from Killian. What I don't understand is, didn't Killian evolve to devour his own kind? Why did he evolve?" so fast"

"This is not easy." Melinda, who had been silent for a long time, said.

Ye Feng and Colson turned to look at her.

"Human experiments, artificial feeding, after all, some dirty capitalists can do everything." After Melinda finished speaking, she looked at the two of them with an expression that looked like they were mentally retarded.

Some images flashed through Ye Feng's mind. Dozens of captured humanoid Hollows in the laboratory were killing each other. In the end, only one of them won. Then, after throwing in dozens of Humanoid Hollows, Killian was formed.

Let me go, is this the butterfly effect that I brought here? The world was already crazy, and with the addition of things like Xu, Ye Feng started to feel a little scared.

"Seriously, artificial culture Lian, do they know what this is doing?" Although it has not been confirmed yet, it is probably close to ten, and Coulson himself has made up many bad scenes in his mind.

"Let's investigate. There must be something wrong with this hydralisks." Ye Feng suggested.

If there were too many Kilians and he was the only Death God in the world, he would undoubtedly be placing a weak little girl next to a group of villains.

You know, the body of the God of Death is Killian's favorite.

It seemed that he needed to find some help for himself, Ye Feng's eyes flickered.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is no longer good, there are too many Hydras

Thinking of this, Ye Feng was stunned for a moment. It had been so many years since he had been reborn, but he didn't have many friends, not counting his classmates in school, who could really help him.

Melinda couldn't do it. She didn't know what was going on with the other party, and Ye Feng felt a touch of disgust.

Forget it, it's better to create a force by yourself. After all, you have brought out the Soul Society. If the number of Hollows increases in the future, Soul Society will not express anything.

SHIELD is not a charity.

A sense of crisis hit him. Who is the bastard behind this? Ye Feng thought angrily.