The God of Death in American Comics

After a while, Melinda felt the soreness on her arm, and the injured area seemed to be less painful. As one of the top agents in the world, Melinda's control over her body was definitely at the master level.

"Is this considered the ability of the God of Death?" Melinda reached out and violently pulled off the bandage on the injured area, feeling it carefully.

"Of course" Ye Feng said with his hands back.

"I thought the God of Death was the kind of thing that flies in the sky, wears a black cloak, and uses a scythe to harvest souls." Melinda thought after pinching the wound just now, and it was all healed.

"Well, we are different from that kind of thing." Ye Feng didn't know what to say at the moment. According to his understanding, there is a hell in Marvel, and its representative character is the very vivid Ghost Rider.

"Well, there really is such a thing." Melinda turned around uneasily.

"Ah, I didn't say it, but it's normal. Think about it, there are so many supernatural powers in this world, mutated, mutated, and all kinds of unscientific ones. Haven't you ever thought about where these come from? Ye Feng asked back.

Anyway, you will gradually come into contact with them in the future, especially the gods of Asgard. Maybe there is a pair of eyes in the sky peeking at them now.

Melinda was completely speechless. She knew exactly how the title of Iron Cavalry came about.

Seeing Melinda calm in her own thoughts, Ye Feng didn't bother her. After all, he couldn't get used to the other party's bone-chilling indifference.

Was it caused by the Bahrain Island mission? Because he had never been in contact with Agent Mei, Ye Feng felt that the other party's indifferent state was probably due to that incident.

Moreover, Ye Feng knew that the commotion this time was too big. Looking at the silent old William and Tilowska from the side glass behind him, he might have to think about how to strengthen his own abilities. The behemoth SHIELD would soon suppress him. Out of breath.

Obviously, if SHIELD knows that he, Ye Feng, is alone from beginning to end, it is estimated that the desert base and nuclear bomb protection measures will be waiting for him in the near future. Whether he will sit on the electric chair or the sofa in the future depends on him. Can you get the Shinigami and Arrancar out of Shiratama?

The soul of the god of death, where can I find these things?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Just like that, the Quinjet flew into the sky carrying several people.

Three days later, a meeting about Ye Feng was held at SHIELD headquarters.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Trident, High Level Conference Room, Alexander Pierce, presiding over the meeting.

Big bosses from the military, government, and Ministry of Defense were sitting below.

There was no way, if they came alone, they probably wouldn't even be able to see Alexander Pierce. Moreover, they originally came to find Nick Fury, but they were sent by the One-Eyed Dragon to find Pierce.

Sure enough, as soon as everyone sat down, Pierce spoke for half an hour like a torrent of water.

It should be said that he is worthy of being a veteran who has been arguing with the International Security Council on behalf of SHIELD all the year round. This Tai Chi skill is really perfect.

"No need to say anything, Mr. Minister, we want to meet Hirashima Yefeng. He should be in your SHIELD." A government official couldn't help it and interrupted directly.

Maybe if he didn't ask, Pierce could stand there and talk for the rest of the day.

"Sorry, Hirashima Ye Feng belongs to our SHIELD's Level core secrets, and the information involved is immeasurable." Pierce replied with a smile on his face.

"Level core secret is just a mutant." The military representative mocked disdainfully.

As their duties overlap, the intelligence agencies under the military have often dealt with S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but they usually lose more than they win, and there is no way to make the other party have the World Security Council behind them.

"Haha" Pierce looked at him with an expression that said he knew nothing about the world, which made the military representative's eyelids twitch.

"Minister Pierce, we are not here to argue with you. Who did the human experiments in Brooklyn? We must understand the situation clearly." Terry, a White House senator, a white man in his forties, with a serious face 's sermon.

Today, he is considered the person with the highest real power among everyone here, except for Pierce.

"Perhaps you should go to the investigation laboratory. Hirashima Yefeng is a hero who saved many people. Our action team members present can testify, so you don't need to doubt him." Pierce shook his head, somewhat Preach tactfully.

Perhaps it can be regarded as selling out the White House to save face, and Pierce would not be able to refuse directly.

However, let alone a senator in the White House today, even if the president comes, he will not hand over Ye Feng.

From the intelligence analysis of the past two days, Pierce found that Hirashima Ye Feng was completely an opportunity for Hydra to obtain a large number of super soldiers. If such soldiers could release energy, shield electronic communications, and teleport, Hydra would have them. A large group of words.

Pierce seemed to see the throne of the King of the World waving to him.

"Pierce, it's not that we doubt Hirashima Ye Feng, it's just that the other party's abilities are too dangerous. Have you SHIELD people considered this? You must know that mutants are natural enemies of us ordinary people." Terry pointed with his hand. He touched the conference table and reminded.

"First of all, you don't have to worry about this at all. Let me tell you this. Hirashima Yefeng is the kind of person who is completely controllable. We at SHIELD can guarantee this." Looking at the people who looked unbelieving, Pierce explained very solemnly, almost beating his chest and swearing to God.

"Controllable, you know, that's what Ross told us at the beginning, and now we have almost crippled a modern mechanical brigade and scrapped a desert base. If you, the newly recruited special adviser, go around with a samurai sword in the future, Cut it, who is responsible for this?" Terry said loudly without caring about the expressions of the military representatives.

"Huh Ross, I might as well tell you the truth here. This general may have been behind this Brooklyn incident. Maybe there are people from the military involved." Pierce stretched out his finger and pointed at the military. represent.

If it weren't for the fact that the God of Death and the Soul Society were completely confidential, Pierce would have wanted Ye Feng to come and talk about it himself.

"Minister Pierce, do you know what responsibility you have to bear when we framed a senior general of the United States?" The military representative stood up, slapped the table and shouted loudly.

The incident in Brooklyn must not fall on the military's head. If this hat is firmly established, the door of the Department of Defense will definitely be blown open by the angry crowd.

"Okay, now we are talking about Pingdao Yefeng. We will discuss Ross's issue later." Terry waved his hand and signaled.

I'm not here to argue with the SHIELD guys today.

While Pierce was wrangling with domestic forces, the area of ​​No. 2 G Street, Brooklyn.

This place has been surrounded by a large number of SHIELD agents, and countless researchers are coming and going from the entrance of the laboratory.

Coulson stood at the entrance, his eyes constantly looking at the object in his hand, a piece of mask cut off by a member of the action team.

"Dangdang" flicked his fingers, and Coulson felt as if his fingers were flicking on steel.

"What kind of material is this?" Colson looked confused, and at the same time thought in his mind that such a hard mask was casually cut in half by Hirashima Yefeng with a knife, including the human and the experimental subject.

How much strength is needed for this.