The God of Death in American Comics

An hour later, it was already late at night, but the huge movement just now caused the residents near the police station to be nervous. There would not be another 999 incident. But when they walked onto the street to see what was going on, they were turned back by a large number of police officers on the street.

The building opposite the police station was also surrounded by a large number of police officers, all of whom were armed with live ammunition. On the rooftop, the burnt ground gave off a stench, and there were a large number of firefighters wandering around.

As for the two gods who were fighting here just now, they both disappeared after a burst of strong fire. No one knows where they went. Maybe the police officers who witnessed the battle didn't want to be called by their superiors to find them.

You can tell why by looking at the ground after the war. Oh, I also want to mention that the fierce fire broke through the rooftop an hour ago and burned a big hole in the tempered glass of the building next to it. This is what they Can these people with pistols and micro-chargers be dealt with? Forget it, let's leave it to professionals.

As for professionals

Rumlow's left hand was wrapped several times with gauze and hung on his chest. It was caused by the stone fragments exploded by the violent fire just now. Fortunately, he was also a battle-experienced warrior. He only scratched his skin, but it was huge. The impact caused the arm to dislocate, and it seemed that it would not recover for a month. The remaining hand held a walkie-talkie and directed the unhappy operation team to collect the debris melted by the high temperature at the scene. , I have to come up with something to do business when I go back.

Not to mention the mission, it was a complete failure. Half of his team members were injured, and one person was seriously injured. The unlucky guy was hit in the head by a flying stone and passed out on the spot. Even so, they all We have not yet come into direct contact with the opponent. The above situations are all caused by the aftermath of the battle. They are just the aftermath.

Sitwell had rushed back with the latest intelligence, leaving him to clean up the mess.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Triprong Headquarters, Director's Office on the top floor.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a black man wearing a black coat and an eye patch on his face stared at this bustling city. He is Nick Fury, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a veteran agent of World War II. No one knows his secret, and no one knows his secret. Man knows how many secrets he has, and perhaps he himself is synonymous with secrets.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Nick Fury knew that the person he was waiting for was back.

"Come in." After saying that, he turned around and walked to his desk to sit down. The person who came just happened to walk in front of the desk.

"Agent Sitwell, what's wrong with your head?" Looking at this Indian agent, Nick Fury still expressed his concern. After all, he was his own pawn.

"Something happened when I came back. He showed up again. This is the video data of the scene and the clues we have been following recently." Sitwell touched the bandaged area on his head and took it out of his handbag. Several documents came out to preach.

Nick Fury took the file, opened it, and asked, "Is there any news from the police station?"

"Director, please take a look at this first. This is the latest information I just brought back from the scene. If I hadn't asked people from the police station to block the information at the scene, I guess these things would be on the international news tomorrow," Sitwell pointed out. holding a USB flash drive, interrupting Nick Fury's speech.

"Oh" Nick Fury took out the USB flash drive and put it into the socket on the desktop. After a while, the projection system on the desktop played the picture inside.

The picture started to fluctuate violently. Judging from the angle, it should have been taken from a helicopter. This was the rooftop of a house.

Although there was a little video tremor in the middle, as if there was some signal interference, and the helicopter quickly pulled up and up, it still did not affect the video playback to the end.

Nick Fury's one eye stared at the video with a dangerous light. He believed that his agents would not joke with him about scenes from movies and TV shows, so what was played in the video was worth pondering.

Danger was Nick Fury's first thought. What kind of magic was that last thing? This ability to emit energy shots from the human body alone reminded Nick Fury of a friend he met many years ago. At that time, he was still a agent.

"In fact, after observing the above data, the opponent has the means to emit violent energy and can move instantaneously, which can cause strong interference in the surrounding magnetic field. According to the description of the police helicopter pilot, the magnetic field interference released by the opponent in an instant can Disable most of our weapons released through electronic systems." Sitwell narrated based on what he saw and heard.

Disrupting the magnetic field, powerful attack methods, and unpredictable movement methods, Nick Fury touched the non-existent hair on his head and asked, "What progress is there in the laboratory? I remember that we still collected a lot of corpses of masked monsters."

"Based on the autopsy results," Sitwell thought about the wording.

"Well" Nick Fury raised his head and looked at Sitwell doubtfully.

"These things are actually humans." Sitwell said with a wry smile.

"Human, are you sure? The strength of a human can't reach the point where you can lift a car with one hand. Also, the opponent also has that weak magnetic field effect. The surveillance video will tremble every time he comes out, and his chest "The hole in the middle, those things." Fury paused for a moment, but it was this kind of thing that could be cut easily with one knife.

Thinking of this, Nick Fury asked one more question, "The other party's information."

"They're all inside. There should be no one in this world that we can't find, but without receiving your order, none of our people have contacted him." Sitwell pointed to the bottom layer of information, confidently sermon.

Nick Fury pulled out the document and looked at it:

Name: Pingdao Yefeng

Age: 17 years old

Education: Junior year of high school in New York State High School

Ability: Suspected to be a mutant

Family: My parents died in a car accident when I was ten years old..

address:

"It's very good for a senior in high school to have both parents die. This is really in line with a story about a protagonist's counterattack." Nick Fury rolled his only remaining eyeball and said, "You are responsible for dealing with Agent Sitwell." When in contact, try not to use force. Since the other party still has the identity of an ordinary person, we should make good use of it."

""Sitwell wanted to spit on the head of the black director. This kind of force is worth the world. Can a high school student explain it clearly? Why do you want me to contact you? Where is your number one loser Coulson? For a moment, he felt that he had been exposed and that Nick Fury was about to attack him. Fortunately, he did not ask himself to catch him alone.

Perhaps seeing the other party's dilemma, Fury added later, "Contact first. You can abandon the mission when necessary. I will ask the quick reaction force to cooperate with you. Okay, go back and rest first."

Sitwell took over the task, turned around and left.