The God of Death in American Comics

The masked body was eventually taken away by SHIELD's action team. George Stacey originally wanted to detain it, but was forcibly taken away by Sitwell with operational priority.

"I will report to the superiors what happened today." Watching the S.H.I.E.L.D. operation team load the bodies into their vehicles, George Stacey could only threaten the bald head in front of him.

"Please control your emotions, Director George, we are also following orders." Sitwell shrugged, pretending that this was not my intention, and softly reassured the other party.

Agents are all-round talents. They specialize in targeting domestic and foreign threats and ensure homeland security. They are secret police officers who are composed of combat, psychology, customs, tracking and counter-tracking, and the establishment of an intelligence network. Infuriated.

Sitwell has seen worse situations than this. Anyway, with the big tree of SHIELD behind him, now is the time to pull the tiger's skin and raise the flag.

"boom"

Just when George Stacey was still about to say something, there was another sound of destruction above his head, and countless small gravels fell hard from the roof of a nearby building. There were a few unlucky people on the spot. The members of the S.H.I.E.L.D. action team were smashed to the point of bleeding.

Fortunately, the police officers in the area have been cleared by SHIELD's operational team, otherwise there would have been more casualties due to the flow of people just now.

"Lie down and find cover." Sitwell, who had been injured once, reacted quickly enough. When there was movement above his head, he dodged George Stacey next to the armored vehicle approaching from the action team.

"Ding" In fact, Sitwell's dodge this time was extremely wise, and a one-meter-long guardrail was inserted directly into the position where he was standing just now.

The two people who saw this scene broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads, and Director George also reacted and took out a radio from his shoulder to direct the panicked crowd at the scene.

Sitwell looked at the top of the building next to him, and then searched for Rumlow's figure at the scene. Just then the other party also looked over, and Sitwell gave the other party a concealed gesture.

Rumlow understood the gesture and pressed his left hand next to the earphone. "Commando, follow me. The target is on the top of the building."

On the roof of the building, on the rooftop.

Pingdao Yefeng looked at the pervert wearing red tights opposite him. To be honest, at this stage, this person was one of the people he didn't want to face. He might also have a familiar name: a crazy talkative freak, Deadpool. This bastard just threw a grenade over to say hello. If it hadn't been deflected by his own knife, he would have been seriously injured by now.

"You are very strong. Are those things your pets? Can you tell me which laboratory you are from? Forget it. I didn't want to get in touch with you at first, but you just killed my mission target for 300 million US dollars. Now you are being transported into an armored vehicle by a group of disgusting policemen, but if you give me money, I will let you go." Deadpool stuck his two knives on the ground. The carbon-nano alloy steel knife was so tough that he could stab it directly without using too much force. Passed through the ground, then held his face with his hands and said pitifully.

Deadpool, who had just finished speaking, was probably waiting for the other party's reply. He squatted down on his knees, kicked his legs, and bent over, just doing warm-up exercises in front of Maple Leaf.

Ye Feng opened his mouth, 300 million US dollars. To be honest, if losing money could get rid of this mourning star, Ye Feng would have paid for it without saying a word, but how could he have money now? 300 million US dollars would probably cost him all his property. Just sell it.

At the same time, Ye Feng noticed that someone was already collecting or studying Hollows. 300 million each was really a big deal, but the Hollows now were still very weak. He had never encountered a Hollow above the human form. For the time being, we consider human Hollows. Designed to be the weakest virtual.

"Can I pay you in installments, for example, 1000 US dollars a year?" Ye Feng stretched out his fingers and tried to discuss it. If the other party nodded, he immediately wrote a note to establish the receipt, but after saying this, Deadpool said It seemed that he had reached his waist and was dancing with his feet to get back to his feet.

Logically speaking, now is the best time to attack. The opponent seems to have ducked to the waist, but looking at the distance where the two swords under his feet have never left even if the body is carrying him, Ye Feng knows that the bastard of the opponent wants to play him. A wave.

It seemed that a battle was inevitable. After holding his Zanpakutō, this was definitely the first and most powerful enemy he had ever faced. What was the opponent's ability to completely regenerate his immortal body?

Hey, Deadpool turned around with doubts, and at the same time put down the hand that was touching his back. You must know that it was an excellent opportunity just now. Could it be that the other party was not sure about it, so he didn't want to make a move, but he looked at it. When he saw the serious look in his opponent's eyes, ok, ok, it seems that this time the opponent is a bit tricky and it will take a little more time.

He bent down and raised the knife in one movement. Deadpool pointed his right hand at the opponent with the knife. He wanted to say a few words when he heard the sound of a helicopter propeller coming from the sky.

"Tap-tat-tat-tat-tat, this is the New York Police Department. You have been surrounded. Please put down your arms and surrender. Please put down your arms and surrender." A loud horn sounded from the city police helicopter, and people from the police department arrived. , I just don’t know where the people from SHIELD are hiding, ready to come out at any time to kill people.

Under the searchlight, Ye Feng frowned, and the Deadpool opposite had already rushed over with a knife.

"Ding Zhi" The clash of blades produced fierce sparks, and Ye Feng reached out to his crotch to absorb Deadpool's attack.

"Hahahaha, I just like this kind of stage, the flash should be brighter," Deadpool yelled pervertedly, and kept attacking while talking, but the other party seemed to have no intention of fighting, just avoiding it, his eyes Still floating around.

"Hiss" After only a few rounds, Ye Feng was slapped on the arm by Deadpool. He should be said to be a professional mercenary. His fighting experience is really overwhelming. It seems that he will have to practice more in vain when he goes back. And slash.

"Drink~ I'm sorry for making you bleed, I'll be gentler," he said, but Deadpool's attacks were getting harder and harder. At the same time, he was also confused in his heart. He felt that the other party was not as powerful as he thought.

Here, Ye Feng was also forced to the edge of the rooftop. No, it couldn't go on like this. The spirit under his feet vibrated, and he activated his instant step and moved directly to the position where Deadpool was standing just now, as if the two of them had switched positions.

Deadpool, who was fighting with Ye Feng, watched the opponent disappear in front of him. He almost threw himself forward from the rooftop because of his excessive force. However, his excellent fighting talent adjusted his body to a suitable state in an instant, but before he could He calmed down, and a heavy pressure came from behind him. Deadpool looked behind him in surprise.

He is still the same person, but his clothes have changed. He is wearing a strange black suit. When did the other person put it on? What is the reason for the pressure coming from his limbs? The air seems to have become thicker. Breathing, I need to breathe now.

Something happened to the helicopter in the sky. Various instruments were flashing fiercely. The pilot responded quickly, "When encountering a strong magnetic field reaction, pull up quickly."

Rumlow and his team of S.H.I.E.L.D. members, who were hiding in the dark to take videos and collect intelligence, knew that the intelligence-gathering mission had failed when they looked at the white flowers and burnt cameras on the screen.

"Hey, hey, hey, ground, ground, damn," Rumlow pulled off the silent headset.

"Don't act rashly for now." Rumlow whispered to comfort the surrounding action team members. It must be said that he made the best course of action, because neither Ye Feng, who was the god of death, nor Deadpool, who was wearing a tights, were like him. A few rotten fish and shrimps can solve the problem.

What they saw was naturally Ye Feng's state of death. His upper body was in a black kimono, and his lower body was in extremely wide trousers that reached to his ankles and were closed. The death uniform seemed to be tailor-made for the god of death. When he took the form of a god of death, the spiritual pressure that filled his body was also emitted, causing chaos in the small-scale magnetic field in the vicinity.

Sure enough, this state was much more comfortable. Ye Feng saw that the wound cut by Deadpool just now had healed. He raised his head and looked at Deadpool who was rushing towards him with spiritual pressure. He smiled, and spiritual energy spurted out from under his feet. , disappeared in an instant.

"When" Deadpool raised his two swords in embarrassment to block the attack from above his head. The huge force caused his hands to break apart at the same time. In order to relieve the force, Deadpool rolled forward and avoided Ye Feng's subsequent attack. .

Deadpool just stood up. Although the healing factor instantly repaired the injured position, he still felt aggrieved. The opponent had the ability to teleport, and the air around him seemed to be against him. Now he felt like he was soaking in a pool. When fighting with the opponent, his actions and movements are slower than normal. How can he fight like this? So Deadpool already has the idea of ​​​​dodge people. He should go home. I don’t want 300 million. I love my family.

He raised his head and was about to say a few harsh words. But before Deadpool could turn around, he heard a ethereal voice, "Damn it."

"Listen to me first"

"Lord, the mask of flesh and blood, all things, fluttering wings, the heat and strife of things bearing the name of mankind, rolling southward across the sea, the thirty-one red cannons marching forward to break the road" a huge group The fire light lit up from behind Deadpool, not only lighting up the rooftop, but also lighting up the dark night sky.