The God of Death in American Comics

Two minutes later, Ohmaeda seemed to have recovered. "What?"

Ye Feng repeated it speechlessly.

"Well, it seems to be a really difficult problem." Ohmaeda returned to the sofa and thought.

"Don't think too much about your current fighting strength. That's the question. I mean can you fight now?" Ye Feng asked.

Ye Feng wanted to ask this question when Omaeda Kichiyo appeared at the beginning. He felt that the spiritual pressure on him was not too strong.

"Ah, that's right." Omaeda Kichiyo rolled her eyes, and inadvertently glanced at the confused Tiroska.

It's not that I'm suspicious of anything, it's just an instinct of caution.

Oh Maeda, who looks carefree on the outside, is actually a very careful person, otherwise he would not have entered into covert maneuvers.

However, he had absolute trust in Ye Feng and had no doubt about his identity as the spokesperson of the Spirit King.

If it weren't for the Spirit King's ability, who could have allowed a God of Death to gain real power, and how could a God of Death have traveled to another world?

"There is nothing in me that is restricted by spiritual pressure." In the end, Ohmaeda Kichiyo said a term that ordinary people could not understand.

Ye Feng also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid that the fat man would be stupid, but he was afraid that he would not be able to help him in any future fights.

"Okay, do you still remember what I told you about our current situation? Wait for us." Ye Feng looked at the palm that signaled him to stop.

"Leave it to me. If you're dealing with spy agencies, this is my strength." Ohmaeda patted his chest confidently.

Ye Feng almost forgot that this fat man was a professional in this industry in Soul Society.

According to SHIELD's status, Ohmaeda Kichiyo is almost at the level of ninth-level agent Hill.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng suddenly felt confident in the big fat man.

"I'm going to get in touch with him first." As he said that, Ohmaeda stood up.

"So fast, I mean no need to prepare anything," Ye Feng asked.

After all, he had been alone for so many years, and now suddenly there was someone who was definitely in the same camp as him, which Ye Feng was still a little unaccustomed to.

"Ah, why don't we just wait." Ohmaeda asked obscenely with a smile.

"Okay, I admit that my IQ has been led astray by you," Ye Feng said impatiently.

"No, no, no, I'm just joking. Don't worry, it's just a mortal organization. It will be no problem for me, Vice Captain Oh Maeda, to take action." Oh Maeda Kichiyo looked at Ye Feng and smiled awkwardly. As he spoke, he walked towards the door. Go.

But just as he reached the middle of the living room, Ohmaeda slipped.

Biu~~~~ fell on his back with a sound.

The house is filled with silence

Five seconds later.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts~~~" Oh Maeda rubbed his nose and got up, opened the door and walked out.

Ye Feng was stunned at this time. Is this guy really the God of Death?

"Boss, is this fat God of Death really reliable?" Tilloska also opened her jaw wide and murmured.

"Maybe," Ye Feng replied with a glimmer of hope.

But before he could finish speaking, the door to the house was reopened, and a fat head stuck out.

"Sir Ye Feng, which room is the person who is spying on us?" Oh Maeda asked with a red nose.

"606" The voice of life and death sounded, and Ye Feng gritted his teeth and preached.

"Bang~" The door was closed.

"Why don't we go over and take a look?" Tilloska said blankly.

Ye Feng nodded silently.

At this time, on the other side, in room 606.

Natasha Romanov, who was preparing a report, frowned.

"Bah bang bang~~~" There was a knock on the door.

He pressed the headset to enter online mode, then picked up the Glock pistol beside him.

"Hey, is anyone there?" came the voice from outside the door.

He was about meters tall, a fat man wearing a purple-collared kimono. No, that was not a kimono, but the same kind of clothing as Ye Feng's.

The other party is a god of death~

This is not to say that Natasha judged this just from a voice.

In fact, there is a miniature camera on the wall opposite the door, and Natasha saw all this information from the camera.

Natasha was hesitant whether to open it or not. Based on Ye Feng's strength, a supernatural group organization like the God of Death was not something she could deal with.

"Open the door, Romanov. Has anyone from Soul Society finally arrived? Agent Patton is in the building opposite." Nick Fury's trembling voice came from the headset.

Apparently Nick Fury also saw this through the surveillance cameras in the hallway.

Natasha nodded, and there was no need to calm down. As an agent with absolutely excellent psychological quality.

He looked at the open window sill behind him and walked directly to the door.

"Hey handsome man, what's the matter?" The widow showed her first-class acting skills, looking at this fat shinigami who was two heads taller than herself, her eyes inadvertently lifted the Zanpakutō on his waist.

"Ah, actually, I am also the God of Death in Soul Society. Are you spying on us?" Unexpectedly, the big fat man asked directly.

But obviously, this move caught Natasha off guard.

Is it confidence in her own strength and power? Natasha thought about it.

Also, as one of the top nobles in the Soul Society and the vice-captain of the second division, Ohmaeda has such confidence.

This was Fury's voice coming from Natasha's earphones. After listening, Natasha nodded.

"We call this protection, come in and say anything." Natasha corrected.

Ohmaeda curled his lips in disdain, stooped and walked into the room, "We Shinigami don't need any human protection."

Natasha gestured to the sofa, "Please." However, the fat man in a death costume looked around curiously as soon as he entered the room.

"What are you looking at?" Natasha frowned, even though the other person seemed to be a fool.

But I don't know if it was an illusion, but the sharp look in the fat man's eyes occasionally flashed when he looked around the room, which frightened Natasha.

Are you pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger? Haha, so that's it. He nodded secretly and looked out the window subconsciously.

Two worlds, the same profession, different identities, competed in this small apartment room.

"Isn't this the first time I've entered a girl's room? I'm just curious, curious, hahaha." Ohmaeda smiled awkwardly, then walked to a single sofa and sat down.

Natasha's pupils shrank. The single seat happened to be the only one in the room with its back against the wall and no view outside the window.

Master

"Actually, there are more interesting things in my personal room. I was actually ordered to come here to take care of Brother Ye Feng's daily life, but it seems that he doesn't need it. As for others, I saw him go home." Natasha He seemed to have relaxed his guard, sat aside and asked, reaching out and brushing his hair, exuding a charming light.

Sure enough, when Natasha saw the fat man opposite her with an excited expression, she cursed in her heart, Haha man.

But maybe the other party was pretending, after all, some of the details just now are not something that a rookie can understand.

"He was teasing that kid. That kid was frightened by me." Ohmaeda said with a smile, as if he was unprepared.

"Oh, are you that scary? Are you also a god of death?" Natasha asked with a smile.

"Hahaha, of course. I am the deputy captain of the second division of the Gotei th Division, and the captain of the second patrol unit of the covert mobile unit." Ōmaeda said proudly, with a proud look on his face after speaking. Looking like this, he also pointed to the team logo on his arm.

vice captain

Natasha's arms shook. This was important information.