The God of Death in American Comics

In the real world, in the base.

Nick Fury, who was already dark-faced, now has a deeper look on his face.

The researchers behind him also exclaimed. There are not many opportunities to observe superpowers at close range.

The magical spiritual pressure made the air in the room seem to become heavier.

"What's happening around us" the people in white coats communicated with each other.

"It seems to be a magnetic field but I can't be sure. The surrounding temperature seems to have dropped, which is incredible."

"Much like mutant powers, but more." For lack of a better word, the researcher was at a loss for words.

"Fitz, what are you doing? Write it down quickly." Simmons asked slightly anxiously.

"But I don't know how to record it," Fitz raised his head and replied with a confused expression.

Two new employees who had just graduated from SHIELD Academy encountered their first major difficulty at work.

Fitz's words also awakened the colleagues around him.

Yes, there is really no way to record this. We don’t have high-precision instruments and various experimental equipment in our hands. What can researchers like them use to analyze the bursts of spiritual pressure emanating from the room in front of them?

At the same time, beside the steel frame bed in the interrogation room, Ohmaeda Kichiyo glanced at Ye Feng, who was silent.

The causal chain on Little Baker's chest on the bed began to slowly disappear.

It was not an external force, but the chain itself seemed to have been eroded by the years and began to disappear little by little.

And a white foamy substance began to gradually form on Little Baker's face. I believe that soon, maybe three minutes, maybe five minutes, a new Hollow will be born in this room.

"Ugh!" Compared to Ye Feng, Ohmaeda, who had seen more such scenes, slowly pulled out the Zanpakutō in his hand.

The subtle movements must not be hidden from Ye Feng who is so close, even though he is not in very good condition now.

"What are you going to do, Omaeda." I don't know whether he is really asking Omaeda or himself, Ye Feng's voice is a little low.

Looking at the little boy frowning on the bed with a painful expression, Ohmaeda sighed and said, "Let me end his pain. He is different from Tiroska. This naturally formed Hollow cannot be controlled."

Ye Feng shook his head silently and did not reply, but Ohmaeda's voice was heard by Nick Fury and others behind the mirror through the indoor eavesdropping system.

"Does that uncle want to kill someone?" Fitz asked himself in disbelief.

"No, it's impossible. That fat uncle wouldn't do that." Simmons stared at the room behind the mirror.

"Is there no room for recovery? It needs to be recorded here. After the chain on the chest begins to disappear, the situation will be irreversible." Of course, there are also older scientific researchers standing here, and they are more concerned about this kind of thing than Simon. Si and Fitz can indeed accept it much faster.

As for Nick Fury, who was standing in front, he only moved his eyes after seeing this situation and did not do anything else.

The remaining scientific researchers looked at their boss and said nothing. They all put their best efforts into observing everything carefully. They believed that even if the fat man cut the child on the bed in half with a knife, these people would still run over. Slowly study one bone and one piece of flesh.

Time passes and the hands turn slowly.

"Tick tock." A drop of cold sweat dripped from Fitz's forehead and fell to the ground.

In an instant, on the steel frame bed in the interrogation room, Little Baker opened his eyes and sat up with his upper body.

The evil spiritual pressure from Ningyo Kyū instantly covered the surrounding area.

Just when Omaeda Kichiyo was about to take action.

"Brother Ye Feng." Little Baker, who was gradually turning towards Xu, turned around and called.

The cold light of the Zanpakuto stopped in mid-air, and the air pressure from the five-shaped head made Little Baker's hair fluctuate a little.

"Little Baker, my brother failed to protect you." Ye Feng turned his eyes and looked helplessly at the little boy in front of him.

The white material mask already covered half of the little shell's face.

Only the last section of the chain in front of his chest was left.

"Brother, I'm so scared, am I about to die?" Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Perhaps he knew that his situation was irreversible, and the young face said at a loss. There were bursts of screams.

"Don't be afraid, little Baker, don't be afraid, brother will be with you." Taking a step forward, bending down, Ye Feng hugged the crying little boy with both hands.

Ohmaeda beside him wanted to block it, but found that he could only stand aside and wait.

"Brother is lying. I dreamed about my brother just now, but he disappeared in the end. He was just like my father and my mother." The out-of-control emotions accelerated the erosion of the causal chain, and the white substance on the little shell's face was also rapidly disappearing. I want to cover this young face.

"Brother, don't lie to Little Baker." Of course Ye Feng also knew about this dire situation, but with the power of the God of Death, he could do nothing at this time.

"Brother lied, father lied, mother lied, little Baker was dying, and mother didn't come back." No one could understand Little Baker's inner emotions at this time, and he kept talking to Ye Feng with murmurs in his sleep.

"Bang" sounded like glass shattering in the chest.

The young face wanted to look down subconsciously, but it was blocked by Ye Feng's shoulder, preventing him from seeing it.

Perhaps because of the flashback before his consciousness disappeared, the boy struggled for a moment and turned his head.

The mask formed by the white substance almost formed on the face "Brother, don't leave me, mom and dad, don't leave me."

Ye Feng nodded solemnly.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." Perhaps after receiving feedback, the clear eyes in the mask began to flash twice. The mask of white material completely covered the young face, and scarlet murderous eyes were replaced in the middle of the mask.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and turned around.

Little Baker, who had turned into a human form, would not let go of this opportunity. After turning into a virtual person, the person in front of him was no longer his brother Ye Feng, but a thirsty food.

His tense body stood up in vain on the steel frame bed, and then he threw himself forward without hesitation.

But there is another figure who is faster.

"puff"

The sharp blade directly pierced the vital part of the chest.

The weak body didn't even have time to struggle before it was hugged by a fat arm and slowly placed on the steel frame bed.

"After Kyon died, he didn't return to Soul Society in the form of a spirit son. Is it because of his existence?" Oh Maeda looked at the scene in front of him.

"crash"

The steel room door was opened by the soldiers the moment the evil spiritual pressure disappeared.

Perhaps Nick Fury had explained that there was no plot to snatch the body.

After a moment, Nick Fury walked in with a serious look on his face, as if everyone owed him millions.