The God of Death in American Comics

A Quinjet with a S.H.I.E.L.D. eagle head pattern is flying in the clouds.

Nick Fury stood in the cabin, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Sir, the command center is requesting communication." The agent flying the fighter plane reported.

"Put it through." After coming back to his senses, Nick Fury walked to the passenger seat and sat down.

The agent skillfully clicked a few buttons, and the computer screen on the co-pilot flickered, and SHIELD commander, level 9 agent, Hil...Maria appeared on the screen.

"Sir, abnormal magnetic field fluctuations were detected in the suburbs of New York, and the satellite was unable to capture useful information during that period." Hill Maria said.

"Magnetic field abnormality" Nick Fury frowned.

In the past, Nick Fury usually only thought about the movement of the earth's crust, but now.

All Nick Fury could think of were monsters wearing masks and Japanese-American youths wearing kimonos.

After experiencing the power of spiritual pressure, S.H.I.E.L.D. set up a magnetic field detection team specifically to detect the effects of Ningxu and Shinigami in advance.

"Yes, I have scanned that area. It is definitely not a geographical phenomenon. Thinking of the special situation that happened in Brooklyn, I dare not hide it." As a commander, Hill is not a new recruit who has just started working. agent.

"Very well done, where is the specific location?" Nick Fury asked with praise.

Since it is not a geographical phenomenon, it is a supernatural event.

"The source of the signal is a homeless shelter next to Highway 17, and there is a car abandonment station nearby." As soon as Hill finished speaking, a precise geographical coordinate was transmitted.

Nick Fury glanced at the agent piloting the plane and nodded.

"Sir, do you need to inform the advisor about this?" Hill Maria asked.

"I'm going to check the situation first. Also, when will our people arrive." Nick Fury shook his head.

"The only one on standby now is Agent Coulson. Ten minutes ago, I asked him to lead the team." Hill looked at the time on his watch and replied.

"Well, that's it. Agent Coulson's ability to do things is quite good." Although Coulson turned over with Tony Stark, Nick Fury still recognized this pony.

Nick Fury seemed to remember something and continued, "By the way, send the report of the magnetic field that appeared this time to Melinda." Then he hung up the communication.

At the same time, New York Route 17.

Matte-painted off-road vehicles passed quickly on the cement road, and the circular eagle head pattern on the door heralded the special nature of their department.

The heavy machine guns mounted on the top of some vehicles also increased the firepower of this convoy.

In a Lexus SUV at the front.

"You are all veteran players who have experienced that incident in Brooklyn. Pay attention. The signal may be interfered by the magnetic field later. Everyone should be mentally prepared." Coulson, wearing a bulletproof vest, was holding a walkie-talkie and giving instructions for attention.

The team led by Coulson this time are all veterans who have fought against the N-shaped Hollow in Brooklyn and have rich experience.

"Team No. received it"

"Received by Team "

"Team No. received it"

"No. received it" The intermittent sound of electricity made Coulson's eyes freeze.

Sure enough, the convoy had arrived at its destination, and a camp consisting of containers, dilapidated RVs and abandoned buses appeared in front of them.

"Squeak" The sudden braking of the vehicle kicked up a trail of dust, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. convoy was parked at the gate of the camp.

Watching the compass on the vehicle's center console spinning around, Coulson picked up his weapon and opened the door.

Feeling the surrounding air, well, in the words of consultant Ye Feng, the spiritual pressure in this place is not very strong, Colson thought.

Because this area didn't give him the feeling of being stuck in mud. At most, he came from an ordinary area to a tropical rainforest. The environment was definitely not very comfortable, but it was undoubtedly much better than the time at the Brooklyn Pier.

"Boom boom boom" The sound of the car door closing was also increased to the maximum in the quiet environment.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. action team, armed to the teeth, quickly moved in silently, quickly occupying a favorable position and waiting for Coulson's order.

However, the entrance to the camp was still quiet, and Nuoda's homeless camp was not disturbed at all by the arrival of this group of people.

Colson observed that it was dark inside the camp, and the few street lamps that should have been there had lost their effectiveness and lay silently on the ground.

Under normal circumstances, at least someone from this camp would come out to take a look.

Homeless people are not ordinary residents. They are a group of vulnerable people who are cautious wherever they go for fear of provoking law enforcement agencies.

If they had known that such a large group of murderous gods were coming to the door, the people inside would have cried and made a lot of noise.

The night breeze blew, and Colson sniffed.

this taste

"Turn on the searchlights and launch flares." Coulson turned his head and ordered the agent aside.

"Bang bang bang" three red flares were sent into the sky by SHIELD's action team.

The searchlights on the vehicles also illuminated the campground brightly.

"Hiss" The scene inside the camp made Coulson and others widen their eyes.

Blood was everywhere.

Dark red blood covered every corner of the camp.

On old shipping containers, on the sides of dilapidated RVs, and in the windows of abandoned buses.

The entire camp seemed like a slaughterhouse after killing, and the smell of human blood evaporated from every corner of the camp.

But what puzzled Coulson was that no body was found in such a bloody place.

"One group goes in to take a look, the second group responds, and the remaining groups set up a security net." Coulson squeezed the non-existent sweat in his hands and gave the order.

A team of 10 elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

After receiving the order, they began to take alternating cover actions. Their tactical actions were textbook level.

The captain is a sturdy black man, a level 4 SHIELD agent, German Orliff.

Stepping into the camp and smelling the smell of blood in the air, Gehrman seemed to have returned to the battlefield in the Middle East.

Lead the team to a house converted from an RV.

This is the area closest to the camp entrance.

His eyes glanced at the blood stains on the side of the RV.

His right hand left the trigger of the firearm and made several gestures in the air.

The positions of the team members behind him changed for a while, and they were ready for battle.

Geman kicked open the door violently and quickly rushed in.

What came into view was a messy room, but there was still no sign of living things.

"Safety"

"Safety"

The voices of members of the "security" team kept coming.

Just as German was about to take out the tactical spray paint and prepare to mark the room as safe.

"Da da da" gunfire sounded from the door.

Geman ran out quickly.

"What's going on?" He looked around with his eyes and asked about his mobilization.

"I don't know, a black shadow flashed there just now, and I fired." The team member pointed to a corner of the camp and explained.

"Have you seen clearly what it is?" Germann looked in that direction as he spoke, but there was only a trash can dumped on the ground where the team member pointed.

"No, but it should be that kind of thing, boss." The team member said with great certainty.

"The small team is reporting the situation." Coulson's voice came over the intercom.

However, in this environment, the current sound of the walkie-talkie seemed to become very scary.

Germann turned his head and glared at the team member to report, "Report, Team found an unidentified thing, but they didn't see the other party clearly."

While Geman was reporting.

"Look, what is that?" Another team member seemed to observe something.

It was the bottom of an abandoned bus, with a man's feet exposed.

Geman's eyes signaled.

The two ordinary team members looked at each other and walked over cautiously.

Without any unnecessary shouting, a team member who walked over directly leaned over and grabbed an ankle and exerted force.

A small section of the human leg from the knee to the sole of the foot was pulled out.

"Uh" Feeling the amount of flesh in this hand, Chao is a member of the elite S.H.I.E.L.D. team, and his stomach function is also a little tumbling.

"Captain, safety, this is a rule." Resisting the discomfort in his heart, the team members turned their heads to report.

But before he finished speaking, he saw his captain and teammates opening their eyes wide and looking behind him.

And a cold and evil aura also came from behind, and his body seemed to become heavier.

It’s over.

This was a knee-jerk reaction from the players.

Players who have been through the Brooklyn incident know what happens when you expose your backside to those things.

"Poof" a sharp claw covered in red blood stretched out from his chest.

Everything around me seemed to be in slow motion, at the last moment when I lost my last consciousness and closed my eyes.

Captain Geman and his teammates had already raised their guns and started shooting in this direction.

His body seemed to have been hit by a stray bullet, but that was no longer important.

The sound of gunfire suddenly erupted in the camp