The God of Death in American Comics

Passing his hand to Barton who was standing aside, Colson smiled and said, "Clinton, what do you think of this young man Pingdao Yefeng?"

Patton took it and pinched it twice, feeling the hardness of the fragments, and replied, "Is it a mission report? Maybe Sitwell knows better."

"No, no, no, it's just chatting. If you are asked to fight peacefully to Ye Feng, are you sure you can win the opponent?" Colson shook his head.

"" Patton frowned, thought for a moment and said, "I have no chance in a head-on battle."

This is also certain. The battle of agents cannot be calculated in terms of certain aspects alone.

"Really, you think the same as me." Colson smiled, "But fortunately, we are friendly forces now."

Barton nodded and said nothing.

A bald agent came over.

"Colson, oh. Agent Patton is here too. The collection has been completed over there. Do you want to go over and take a look?" Sitwell came over and said.

"Let's go." Coulson and Barton looked at each other and said.

Came to a makeshift tent.

"A kind of black blood." In the tent, a young white girl was sitting in front of a test bench, holding a glass test tube and preaching.

"But it's just ordinary blood," a slightly green boy on the side continued.

"But this was collected by the commander. Fitz, have you forgotten the order? We are just scientific researchers. We just have to do our jobs well." The girl lectured with a serious look on her face. After speaking, she looked around sheepishly. However, the surrounding S.H.I.E.L.D. researchers ignored them.

"But, Simmons, look at where we have our own jobs. They just ask us to do odd jobs. If you hadn't gotten some grades in biochemistry, maybe we would still be sleeping in the dormitory." Fitz whispered. complained.

Leo Fitz, a graduate researcher from SHIELD Academy, newly promoted staff agent level, level 2, majoring in mechanical engineering.

"Shut up, shut up. Fitz, this is my first field mission. If you mess it up for me, I won't let you go." Simmons threatened in a low voice.

Gemma Simmons, a graduate researcher from SHIELD Academy, new staff member, agent level, level 2, majoring in biochemistry.

Carefully putting the glass tube into the suitcase, Simmons continued, "Although this blood looks very ordinary, it has a unique element, but I haven't figured out what it is yet. Maybe I can only use higher-end blood." Only with the equipment can we analyze it, but my authority is not enough." After saying that, Simmons looked at Fitz helplessly.

Fitz opened his mouth, trying to say something comforting.

The tent was opened, and a bald agent wearing plain glasses walked in, followed by Coulson and Barton.

The surrounding scientific researchers simply ignored it and went about their own work. Only Fitz, who had just graduated from school and started working soon, stood there looking a little at a loss.

"Who is Leo Fitz?" Sitwell asked, pushing up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"" Fitz's mind was full of questions, but he didn't wait for a reply.

Simmons stood up and pointed at him and said, "Olfitz is here."

Sitwell looked over and paused. Perhaps he was surprised by their young appearance, but he came back to his senses in a moment due to his good professionalism.

Walking up to Fitz, amid the other's doubts, he said, "Hello Agent Fitz, did you discover the unusualness of the experimental subject's blood?"

After Sitwell finished speaking, he looked at the work badge on the opponent's chest and his eyelids twitched.

Leo Fitz

Level 2 Agent

"Me me me" Fitz was speechless for a moment.

"Sir, I discovered it. I just made a simple analysis with a pye model tool and found that this kind of blood is very unusual, so I want to apply for better experimental tools." Simmons looked at it like a joke One look at Fitz, then a sermon.

Sitwell turned around. Gemma Simmons, a level 2 agent. Before he could speak, Coulson asked impatiently, "What did you find? I am Phil Coulson, a level 6 agent. Can you tell me what you know?”

"Yes, sir, actually I only discovered a tiny bit." Simmons replied.

"Tell me what it is specifically." Coulson.

"Regeneration, I found that there is an element in this black blood that can regenerate. But I'm not sure, this is just a speculation." Simmons took out a small notebook and looked at some of the data he recorded on it.

Coulson's eyes lit up. Doesn't this match what Ye Feng said? Why is this kind of blood needed for the formation of Killian? It's probably this.

"I will immediately apply to open more permissions for you. Now you Simmons, right? You take your data report and return to SHIELD immediately." After looking at the other party's work card, Coulson calmed down. , smiling sermon.

"I need to bring my assistant." Simmons pointed to Fitz, who was looking down and shy.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Colson looked at the two of them and said smoothly.

Sitwell's eyes flickered on the side, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Ten minutes later, Simmons and Fitz got on the helicopter back to SHIELD headquarters. Sitwell sat next to them, chatting and laughing with the two.

As for Coulson, as the on-site commander, he cannot leave here yet and can only leave Sitwell in charge.

On the other side, there is a small island, a confidential location, which is also an absolute black box level place in S.H.I.E.L.D.

In a room filled with observation equipment, old William was operating something with gloves on.

"How are his various indices?" Ye Feng pointed at Tilloska, who was lying on the experimental table and was very uneasy.

"Completely normal, or too normal. His body's various indices are surprisingly good." Old William pointed to the data on the computer.

"Then why do I want to eat so much?" Tilloska had an abnormal grin on her lips.

"Because you are a void." Ye Feng turned around and explained.

Melinda stood silently not far away, and little Baker held a laptop and looked at them curiously.

But Ye Feng knew that Melinda might have a monitor somewhere, and a black bald one-eyed man might be watching them on another screen.

"Boss, I am not Xu, I am different from Xu." Tilloska said aggrievedly.

After two days of contact, Ye Feng also popularized Xu's characteristics and appearance to them.

"Perhaps he has mutated," Old William touched the beard on his chin and thought uncertainly.

If this experimental body was not created by himself, he would not want to care about it.

"Yes, I am a mutant, and I can become a hero in the future." Tilloska argued.

There was no way, if he turned into a void, he would definitely be chopped in half by the boss. He didn't want to die.