The God of Death in American Comics

"Hello classmate, can I sit here?"

Ye Feng, who was eating pizza, raised his head and said, "Of course, sir."

Handsome, this was the first impression, and he also had a special temperament about him. Although he had seen him countless times in photos, Sitwell had to admit that his generation was getting old when he saw him in person.

"Sir, is there something on my face?" A bald man with glasses sat down and looked at himself. Ye Feng felt his assholes go cold. This bald man couldn't be a dick.

No, I think I saw this bald head yesterday. Is he from S.H.I.E.L.D.? Could it be Coulson? But Coulson is an American through and through. With this skin color, these glasses, and this hairstyle, it can’t be true, right?

Sure enough, while Ye Feng was thinking about it, Sitwell took out his ID.

"I am an agent from the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau, Jasper Sitwell... Where are you going, classmate?" While Sitwell was still introducing himself, he saw the other person standing directly. He got up, turned around and was about to leave, then immediately stood up and shouted.

However, he was blocked in the aisle by Grant Ward, who had a smile on his face.

"Well, I don't seem to have broken any laws, are you the police?" Ye Feng, who was surrounded, did not panic. Spirits began to gather around him. The pizza shop, which had only a few people in it, was cleared when Sitwell and the others came in. Even if Conflicts will not harm other people.

The spiritual pressure that only the Shinigami can possess suddenly became active in the air.

Sitwell felt something. He looked at the TV screen on the wall showing the morning news. It had begun to show irregular signal fluctuations, and the air around him became very depressing. He knew that something was going to be bad.

After warning Agent Ward, whose smile had frozen on his face, with his eyes, Sitwell quickly said, "Classmate, we don't mean any harm. We just want to understand the situation with you. We want to sit down and have a chat with you."

Time seemed to have passed for a long time. Just when Grant Ward couldn't withstand the pressure from the spiritual pressure and was about to draw his gun, and Sitwell was tensing up and preparing to fight, the pressure around him suddenly decreased, and the TV screen on the wall returned to normal.

"Okay, I'll listen to what you have to say, but you have to tell your friends outside to be careful. I don't like having a gun pointed at my head." After saying that, Ye Feng returned to his position and sat down.

"Of course, of course, the team members outside are only responsible for protecting us. You must know that the public security in the neighborhood where you live is not very good. Agent Ward, ask our people to retreat." Sitwell explained awkwardly. By the way, he made a vague gesture to Ward, and then sat down.

Ward nodded, touched the radio next to his ear, whispered a few words, and found a place to sit at the bar.

"Ask me if you have any questions. What's your position? Sorry, the name is too long, I can't remember it." Ye Feng pretended to be careless and turned his face to the window, looking at the team with the s.h.i.e.l.d font printed on the back of the combat uniforms. He retreated slowly and said casually.

From the perspective of short-term interests, Ye Feng still doesn't want to have any conflict with SHIELD, but look at who Nick Fury sent to contact me, Jasper Sitwell, Alexander Pierce's number one dog Legs, and the tall man behind him who was drinking coffee silently. That's what Sitwell called Ward just now. Isn't this the Grant Ward from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Is there another one out there named John Galle? Special old ghost

Look at all the people Nick Fury called here. They are all Hydra and rebels.

By the way, why in the last world, other Marvel fans and protagonists only come into contact with Coulson, Black Widow, etc. If there is really no one, give me Melinda and I will recognize it, so you call me Anyway, luckily he had thought of several scenarios of meeting Coulson. My Coulson, my Natasha, and my cavalry were all gone.

"cough."

Sitwell coughed in embarrassment as if sensing what the other party was complaining about, and then organized his speech.

"Classmate, this is the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. In fact, many people have said that our name is too long. You can just call us SHIELD. Can you please tell me your name?"

"Now that you have found me, you have probably investigated the three generations of my ancestors. Forget it, Pingdao Yefeng, you should also know that I live in the apartment next door. If you have anything to say, please tell me." It was like an appointment. Ye Feng held his head in his hands, raised his feet and placed them on the table, just leaning on them leisurely.

Sitwell could only smile awkwardly, "It was just a simple investigation. I apologize to you, without your consent."

"Actually, we came here today to ask, are you familiar with what this thing is?" Sitwell took out a photo from the document bag, put it on the table and pushed it with his hand.

Ye Feng turned his head and looked sideways. The main scene was coming, and he organized the words in his mind.

"The name of this thing is Xu. You can think of this thing as an evil undead. As we all know, when humans or creatures die, they will turn into undead. But some people die abnormally. These people At the time of death, there will be a strong nostalgia and reluctance to leave the real world, as well as a series of other emotional factors. If this kind of soul does not evolve immediately and undergoes external factors, such as torture, emptiness, despair, etc., it will form a void"

Saying this, Ye Feng pointed at the chest of the humanoid Xu in the photo and continued, "See this hole? It represents the emptiness in their hearts and is also their characteristic. Most Xues are very evil. In order to make up for themselves, Feeling empty in the heart, they will hunt living objects everywhere, and their methods are extremely cruel. The saddest thing is that their first target is often the relatives and friends they loved most during their lifetime. By the way, there is also a kind of half-empty, There is a chain on the chest, but once the chain is destroyed, it will become void by itself."

After looking at Sitwell, who was already in a state of shock, Ye Feng temporarily stopped narrating.

After a while, Sitwell swallowed his saliva and asked, "Is it possible to save the half-hollow if he is in that state? Listen to what you said, there are many types of hollows." Certain pictures flashed through his mind. One day in the future, I will also have a chain on my chest.

"Definitely, this kind of human Hollow is the weakest. Ordinary people can kill it with a gun as long as they are careful. There are two floors of Hollows above this. Although the size does not necessarily determine the strength, for just For the born Hollows, it is quite valuable as a reference. Of course, this is definitely the case for the new Hollows, including Killian above, Achukas above, and the top big Hollow Stoddard. But that's not included..." Through the vivid explanation, Ye Feng saw that the bald agent's head was already covered with cold sweat.

"As for Banxu," Ye Feng smiled, but Sitwell took this smile as acquiescence and was hopeless.

Then he continued to ask, "Then how did you know this? I'm sorry. If it's not convenient for you to tell me, you don't have to tell me."

"me"

Ye Feng paused, whetting the other party's appetite, and even Grant Ward, who was sitting at the bar next to him, twitched his ears.

"Because I am a god of death"