The God of Death in American Comics

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s unique Quinjet slowly rose into the air, and the swirling air flow caused those around it to avert their eyes.

Nick Fury stood on the ground with his hands behind his back, and did not turn around until the fighter plane flew into the sky.

"Is this really okay, Fury?" Commander Hill Maria asked from the side.

"Otherwise, it's better to put this hot potato away from us for now if we force them to demolish this place." After Nick Fury finished speaking, he walked towards the base.

Hill nodded thoughtfully.

"By the way, is there any news from Florida?" Nick Fury stopped.

"Well not yet, Agent May is still doing the other party's work." Hill shook his head.

"Forget it about telling Melinda, I'll tell her in person." Nick Fury said helplessly as if he thought of something.

"Sir, Melinda is responsible for clerical work there."

"Really, it would be nice if she thought so."

"Okay, Agent Hill, please contact Coulson. The press conference this afternoon is not simple. I wonder if our genius protagonist is ready."

"Yes, sir"

After listening to Hill's answer, Nick Fury nodded, while looking up at the sky unconsciously.

Although the Quinjet fighter has long disappeared.

In the clouds, Ye Feng and Oh Maeda were naturally on top of the Quinjet.

Of course Nick Fury isn't going to arrest them, but equally, it's not the right time for them to be here any longer.

After agreeing on a series of verbal agreements and understanding Ye Feng's thoughts, Nick Fury sent a combat team and escorted them away on a special plane.

Inside the cabin, a metal box the size of a coffin was parked in the middle. It was fixed with simple ropes and was just thrown there casually.

It should be said that this is a metal coffin, but the person inside is not a human being, but the half-dead Tilosca. Of course, Ye Feng also brought it up when he left.

Probably considering the existence of Ye Feng and Oh Maeda, SHIELD did not take any protective measures against this thing.

Of course, Nick Fury had some good words to persuade Tilowska to stay for observation, but at Ye Feng's strong request, he finally compromised.

In fact, Nick Fury also understood that although SHIELD tried to treat Tiroska's wounds when she fainted, and at the same time took the opportunity to study it.

However, Yachukas' steel skin exceeded the limit of this base's equipment. Perhaps after sucking two tubes of black blood, he didn't care about the other party.

In the quiet cabin, several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents sat solemnly in their seats.

There is one person here who he has come into contact with, and Ye Feng saw it as soon as he got on the plane.

However, Ye Feng was not prepared to greet the other party, and his eyes were blank as soon as he got on the plane.

But the other party would not give up like that. The cabin was only quiet for about ten minutes after Ye Feng came up.

Looking at Ye Feng in a daze, an Indian with a bald head and flat eyes tried to call "Mr. Consultant"

"Um, it's Agent Sitwell," Ye Feng said with a smile as if he had just seen the other person, and came back to his senses.

He didn't bother to get involved in the messy affairs within SHIELD. Sometimes Ye Feng even thought it would be better if SHIELD was in chaos, so no one would keep an eye on them.

However, Ye Feng still had to lament that Nick Fury's employment skills were really limited.

But this time Nick Fury was about to cry out that he was wronged. Considering that Ye Feng and Sitwell were acquaintances, Nick Fury sent Sitwell on this escort trip.

After all, Nick Fury can't find the right person in this base.

"Yes, I'm so honored that the consultant still remembers me." Sitwell pushed his eyes and smiled.

"Just call me Ye Feng. Do you have any instructions?" It's definitely not good for Hydra to approach him. Let's see what he says. Ye Feng thought for a while and then said.

"Of course not." Sitwell paused with a dry smile, and then rushed to say, "The agent next to me admires you very much, consultant, and wants me to recommend you."

After Sitwell finished speaking, he pointed to the side.

A man with short hair, wearing a headset, and exuding a tough aura smiled friendly at Ye Feng.

"I admire Agent Sitwell. I believe you also know that we are not the kind of clergy who make random gestures with their hands in front of their chests and shout that they believe in the truth." Ye Feng nodded awkwardly in response.

At the same time, I was thinking in my heart, Hydra wouldn't want to turn me into their god, just for worship.

"Of course, this agent is just curious." Sitwell explained.

"What are you curious about?" Ye Feng looked at Ohmaeda.

"Power, I think if we get the same death power as the consultant, then our missions will reduce a lot of casualties in the future." The agent with a short hair and a headset took over the topic.

"Oh, it's you"

"As long as the consultant calls me Rumlow, I am now the captain of this team." Rumlow smiled.

"Okay, Captain Rumlow, I think you must have some misunderstanding about our power. Our power is not used to perform any tasks." Well, now that Rumlow is on the plane, what's the point on this plane? Everyone, including the driver, should be named Hydra.

"I'm a rough guy. I heard that the counselor's power can be learned." But before Rumlow could finish his words, he was interrupted by a faint strange feeling.

"Buzz" The subtle spiritual pressure fluctuation only caused the lights inside the cabin to flicker for a moment before returning to normal.

Everyone in SHIELD looked in Ye Feng's direction.

However, Ye Feng and Ohmaeda looked at the metal coffin in the middle of the cabin.

"Well, I want to ask if we have arrived at our destination. If this guy wakes up, it will be bad if we are still in the sky." Ye Feng smiled dryly and changed the subject.

Sitwell and Rumlow finally reacted and looked at each other.

Rumlow glanced at the signal mark on his arm and quickly replied, "There are still 2 minutes until the location."

"We're almost there." Ye Feng turned to look out the window and could see the sea beyond.

"Yes, the fleet is not far ahead." Rumlow replied.

"Fleet Nick Fury said he wanted me to go to a fun place, but he didn't say he was okay. Considering his temperament, it's good that he didn't let me go to the desert." Ye Feng complained a little.

"Consultant, this" Sitwell nervously pointed to the metal coffin in the cabin.

"Don't worry, I won't wake up for the time being. I can see our destination." Ye Feng replied casually, and exclaimed at the same time. People who have not seen the things below will not understand the hugeness of the things below.

At the same time, underneath the Quinjet, a Japanese white-haired old man, leaning on a cane, quietly watched the fighter jet slowly falling from the sky.

Turning his head and looking to the side, "Morse, prepare to welcome our consultant. This time he will follow us all the way to our destination."