The God of Death in American Comics

Just when Ye Feng and others boarded the SHIELD mothership.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Trident, in the office hall on the first floor.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap." A dozen agents wearing black overalls with NSA printed on their uniforms walked in.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents along the way just looked up subconsciously, and then went about their business in silence.

The four S.H.I.E.L.D. special agents in the hall looked at each other, but regardless of how the other party appeared in the hall, they directly greeted him.

"Hey, this is not the National Security Bureau. Are you going the wrong way?" He stretched out his hand to signal the other party to stop, and said in a very dissatisfied tone.

SHIELD has little relationship with these domestic organizations. Strictly speaking, there are still conflicts, and this relationship has affected the grassroots level.

"We are from the National Security Bureau, and we have been ordered to come here to do something." The man leading the team did not feel dissatisfied with the other party's tone. He took out an ID from his arms and handed it over casually.

However, the certificate was in mid-air and was taken over by a strong hand.

"Sir" S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.

"Okay, you go on patrol first." Garrett signaled, and then said to the people from the National Security Bureau, "Follow me."

"We'll arrest you wherever you go." The agent who led the team wanted to arrest your consultant, but Garrett turned his head and looked over with a sharp look, and the following words suddenly stuck in his throat.

The scene suddenly became cold, and some SHIELD agents who were looking at something amiss here also quietly gathered around.

But it was impossible for Garrett to really leave these dozen or so government personnel here. He just warned the other party with his eyes again and walked inside without looking back.

"Come on, let's follow and see what the SHIELD people are up to." The agent led by the National Security Bureau looked around, waved his hand and said. New Bayi Chinese website first released....

It's better to keep a low profile here. After all, it's the enemy's base camp. Even if you can't lose your life, you won't be able to find a place to reason with someone if you get beaten up. After all, this is the headquarters of SHIELD. What blind policeman dares to come? Whatever.

As for the National Security Agency ID I carry, it can only be used as an ordinary ID, and there is no privilege here.

Meanwhile, Pierce's office.

A good-looking female assistant walked in holding written documents.

First, he put the documents on Pierce's desk, and then reported, "Mr. Secretary, agents from the National Security Agency have arrived downstairs."

"Well, let Garrett greet the guests." Pierce looked at some documents behind the table without raising his head.

"I understand." The female assistant retreated and closed the door.

Pierce was quiet for a while, then slowly raised his head.

Some of the military's actions and the arrival of the National Security Bureau were also expected. Pierce believed that Garrett would hold the opponent back. The key was the president's side.

Time was still too tight. Although Pierce used some of the latent Hydra power, it was still too difficult to change things in a short period of time.

It's not that the congressmen behind Hydra can't do it, but the exposure risk factor is a bit high, and Hydra still has too few chips at this stage.

"Didi Didi" was thinking when an encrypted phone call came in.

The corner of Pierce's mouth curled up.

Just pick up the phone and say, "Hello, this is Pierce."

"Mr. Minister, we have troubled you a lot this time," a middle-aged gentle voice said.

"What do you want Daniel." For this person on the phone, Pierce didn't need to talk about dreams and ideals with the other person.

In a sense, everyone's identity is similar, and even the identity of the other person is slightly greater than one's own.

After all, I have survived all the way from that era, and I am still alive so young.

"It's still nice to chat with you. What I want is very simple." Daniel Whitehall smiled on the phone.

"Of course, we can be said to be in the same camp." Pierce responded and quietly waited for the next step.

At the same time, countless supplies and equipment were running through my mind. I was just waiting for the other person to say it, and I suppressed it at will, and then nodded and reluctantly agreed.

Daniel Whitehall did not keep Pierce waiting too long. "As you know, I am considered a businessman now, and my requirements are not high. I want the opportunity to contact the God of Death, Hirashima Yefeng."

"Of course this is impossible." Pierce nodded at first, but after realizing something was wrong, he raised his voice and cursed in his heart, what kind of bullshit businessman killed the business as soon as he came.

At the same time, he glanced at the door of the office, reached out and pressed a button on the desk. The surrounding glass instantly became blurred, and the office suddenly became the best and quietest place.

As long as the God of Death was involved, Pierce would subconsciously jump in. This was his bargaining chip to rule the world. How could he hand it over to others when he didn't even get it?

Who among the current domestic intelligence forces doesn’t know what happened in Brooklyn?

If it weren't for SHIELD's efforts to protect them, Ye Feng and Ohmaeda might now be featured in major weekly newspapers in New York.

Of course, the cover is not a positive figure. Perhaps the World-Destroying Demon is more suitable for Ye Feng and the two of them.

"Don't get excited, Mr. Minister. As far as I know, the power of death is dispensable to Mr. Minister. This kind of supernatural power must not have been taken into account in the project fund you applied for." Whitehall said on the other end of the phone. Preach slowly.

Without waiting for Pierce to respond, Whitehall continued, "And for the supernatural power of Death, I believe that if you let me get in touch, the effect will definitely be better. As long as Mr. Minister nods, I will raise the funds for your plan." How about five percent of the funding.”

Five percent, Pierce clenched his fist. This is not a small amount. In order to implement his insight plan, Pierce has raised funds from the Security Committee, but at this stage, SHIELD really has nothing to do. Every application was rejected.

In fact, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s finances were not as bad as Nick Fury imagined, but Pierce secretly injected them into his own projects, which led to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s financial constraints for many years.

However, money can come slowly, but the huge benefits brought by the power of death are not so easy to obtain.

"This matter" Before Pierce could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Whitehall again.

"I understand, of course money can't measure this, so I'll add ten controllable humanoids. That's what you call those things." Whitehall threw a big pie.

The amount of information about "what is controllable" was so great that Pierce stood up from his seat instantly.

In Ye Feng's eyes, the human-shaped Hollow may be a one-to-one existence, but this kind of monster that can move quickly, is extremely powerful, and can dismantle a car with its bare hands is a nightmare for ordinary people.

Brooklyn Rose's laboratory caused many casualties to SHIELD's combat team, but because it was related to the mysterious death force, it was suppressed by Pierce and Nick Fury.ァ新ヤ~8~1~中文网.. <First release, domain name, please remember

If this thing can be controlled, even if it is the weakest virtual species, then Pierce will definitely be very satisfied.

When it appears, it is accompanied by its own unique spiritual pressure, which can interfere with nearby electronic devices.

Super close attack ability, this can be used in street fighting, absolutely making the enemy hard to guard against.

There is no need for morale at all. A few loud roars of fear will definitely make people who have never seen this thing cry and run away.

As for where these research materials came from, Pierce rationally did not ask.

Even Ross from the military can build a laboratory in Brooklyn. For the Hydra organization hidden behind the world, these things are too simple.

"Mr. Minister, are you surprised? You must know that I have not just started to like studying these strange creatures recently, and I remember that there is also a brainwashed soldier on your side." Even if Pierce didn't see Whitehall, You can also imagine the sinister look in the other person's eyes as he stands in front of you.

That's right, if Daniel Whitehall hadn't relied on some strange experiments, he wouldn't have been able to survive from World War II to the present.

As for the soldier the other party mentioned, Pierce naturally knew that it was the Russian who served him.

"But what you said is controllable, okay, deal. But I am powerless on the side of Death. The other party is not a kitten or puppy. He will come here just as he is told. Don't forget the ruins of Brooklyn. I don't want this kind of supernatural power." Enmity." Pierce finally responded with a sigh.

"Of course, I won't risk death to get close to the other party. All I need is for Mr. Minister to open a convenient door." Maybe he thought of some bad scene, and the voice on the phone was a little serious.

"That's good. I hope you can take care of yourself. It's what I want." Pierce breathed a sigh of relief.

As for where Pingdao Yefeng is, where he is going, and how to contact the other party, it is not under his control. As long as he does not interfere, it will not be long before the detailed information of Pingdao Yefeng will be placed in the other party's office. On the table.

It's not the fault of Pierce's reminder, but what he fears most is that as soon as he lets go, Whitehall will randomly find a group of cats and dogs with a black hood, and run up to Ye Feng. After being crushed into pieces by the opponent, he will be exposed again. Come out to withstand the wrath of death.

"I also need some time to prepare." It could be seen that Whitehall was in a good mood.

"Well, the one in the White House" important interest chips have been exchanged, Pierce also relaxed and asked.

"I contacted a few old friends. I guess that person has changed his mind now."

"Well, then I'll be waiting for your news." Pierce looked at the time and hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.

At the same time, in a commercial building.

The middle-aged man in a silver high-end suit smiled calmly as he listened to the busy signal on the phone.