The God of Death in American Comics

Brooklyn, at a small press conference.

Alexander Pierce from S.H.I.E.L.D. followed the inquiries from various reporters and walked off the stage.

"The rest of us, the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, will exercise our responsibilities and will never let go of any possible murderer." Pierce said as he walked.

"Mr. Minister, can you tell me your personal views on this matter?"

"Minister Pierce, you can catch the murderer in a few days."

"Is this an experiment for your special department?"

"Excuse me, what organization does the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau belong to? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

“Can the Daily Bugle invite Secretary Pierce for an exclusive interview?”

"Mr. Minister, you can answer this"

Pierce walked all the way to SHIELD's Rolls-Royce bulletproof car, and a group of reporters were blocked by SHIELD field agents.

The Rolls-Royce started smoothly, and Sitwell, the number one guy sitting in the front, reported, "Sir, General Ross from the military just called and said he wants to discuss the Hulk issue with you."

As the direct leader of Hydra, the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch, and also the minister of the World Security Council with level authority, Pierce has great energy. He handles many things in the shadows, even the appointment of Nick. Fury is the director.

Pierce nodded and ordered, "Tell Ross that I'm not free now and let him wipe his own ass."

Then he reached out and pressed the button on the rear seat console. The window glass instantly became transparent. Pierce asked, "By the way, are you still following up on that person?"

"You mean" Sitwell.

"I've read the information about that God of Death, and you were the one who came into contact with him first," Pierce.

"It is true that I contacted him first, but Nick Fury has withdrawn my authority, saying that he is personally responsible, and I am just assisting." Sitwell replied helplessly.

"Well, this is in line with his style. Tell me about this person's situation. After all, it's not easy for me to come out and clean up his mess in person." Pierce.

"That's right, sir," Sitwell said.

On the other side, looking at the nightclub surrounded by SHIELD agents, Ye Feng had to sigh at the efficiency of SHIELD.

It was just a subject of suspicion. Action teams were immediately dispatched to surround the Hydralisk Society's lair. Two S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopters were flying in the sky, an anti-terrorism armored vehicle blocked the street, and S.H.I.E.L.D. uniformed staff could be seen everywhere.

This is a prosperous place because it is close to the river, and across the river is Manhattan, the paradise of the rich in the United States.

"Let's go in first," Colson said to Ye Feng.

Melinda frowned and stayed outside.

In the middle of a splendid hall, a large group of young people were kneeling on the ground with guns pointed at their heads by action members wearing S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms.

A powder addict was interrupted by the action team in the process of ascending to immortality. He was lying on the sofa and twitching continuously.

These people were confused. People who knew some connections understood that this was the home of the Hydralisks, the largest gang in Brooklyn, and it was also the home. They were not afraid of retaliation. Look at the people around here who were armed to the teeth. Not to mention all automatic rifles, some gang members even saw individual shoulder-resistant rocket launchers. Could it be that we are not joining some gang, but a foreign spy organization that has penetrated into Brooklyn?

Normally we are just a gang, but maybe one day a bearded guy shouts Anahukba and leads us in an uprising.

Isn't it? Just now, there were a few gangsters who didn't understand the situation and thought that the Brooklyn Hydralisks were the biggest gangsters. They carried pistols and started fighting with the SHIELD action team that rushed in.

But the ending is very sad, as you can tell by looking at the corpses lying there. That's why people like them have guns pointed at their heads and kneel here.

"Where are their heads?" Coulson pointed to the members of the Hydralisks kneeling on the ground and asked the team members on the side.

This gang member is actually very easy to recognize. Each member has a ferocious snake head tattooed on his left hand.

"Sir, in the rest room upstairs, the opponent was subdued by us before he could resist." The combat personnel on the scene made a report.

"Register those ordinary people who come here. If there are no problems, they can be released. The people from the Hydralisk Society will be escorted back to the headquarters for interrogation." Coulson ordered.

When Ye Feng and the two walked to the rest room upstairs, they understood what the action team member said just now.

In this room, except for the people from SHIELD, there were only two men squatting with their hands on their heads, a standard American muscular man and a young man with heavy makeup.

After waving his hand to disperse the pungent perfume, Coulson asked, "Who is Tomac?"

The muscular man raised his hand.

In fact, Colson also guessed that it was him. The other young man with heavy makeup on his face looked like he was just over twenty years old. Looking at the marks of whipping on the other person's body and the empty eyes, Colson I don’t think this is the boss of the biggest gang in Brooklyn.

Of course, you have to go through the process, step forward and "look up." Colson scanned it with his phone, and a piece of information appeared on his phone.

Name: Tomac

Gender: Male

Occupation: xxx nightclub owner

Note: Suspected to be gay

Risk Level: Low

"Sir, can I ask what I committed and what department you are from?" Tomac asked cautiously.

He was also confused as to what the s.h.i.e.l.d. on the chest of the action team represented. He had thought about being asked by various departments to drink tea, but he never thought about this department. And why was that young man behind him, I seem to have seen him somewhere. And kind of handsome.

Ye Feng may have noticed the other party's gaze, and stepped back slightly.

"I am the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau, a level 6 agent. Coulson, you can also call us SHIELD. I want to find out the situation from you." Coulson waved to the action team in the room. Pointing to the young man who had not responded, "You go out first, take this child with you, and let his mother find a psychiatrist for him.".

The people from S.H.I.E.L.D. were very efficient in their work. In a moment, Ye Feng and the other three were the only ones in the room.

When Tomac saw this scene, he clenched his fists and his eyes flickered.

However, these little moves were noticed by Coulson. "Okay, I advise you not to get excited. Since I let them go out, it's safe. If you want to try it," he said.

Of course, Coulson's confidence comes first from himself, and secondly, haven't you seen Mr. Death sitting on the sofa? What's there to worry about? Have you seen the humanoid turret?

Tomac struggled for a moment, then unclenched his fist, "What do you have to do with me? As long as you leave today, I can give you a reward of 200 million US dollars, just as a friend."

If the hard one doesn't work, let's try the soft one.

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with us." Colson reached out and took out a photo from his arms. "This place is your warehouse, do you know anyone in it?"

Tomac reached out and took it and looked at it. "It's my territory, but I have given it to a subordinate to take care of."

"Leave it to who?" Colson frowned.

"Li Larsen, a Canadian with very good skills, has helped me a lot in the past two years. He said that he had worked for Blackwater before." Tomac sold his members without hesitation.