The God of Death in American Comics

The three-meter-tall fat man ignored the SHIELD people standing in the distance.

The fat and bloated body slowly moved near the entrance of the camp, and black tentacles kept flying out from its belly, dragging the humanoid corpse on the ground into its big mouth.

click click

Fatty Xu instinctively moved closer to the SHIELD position as he walked, mainly because there were too many corpses here.

"Wait a minute." Coulson glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the new police officer about to make a move, but it was still too late.

砰

A bullet accurately hit Fatty Xu's thigh.

Fatty Xu, who was originally not very interested in these living people, made a movement, then took a step and ran towards the crowd.

"Attack, attack!" Colson was so frightened that he shouted nervously. He had to fight now. That thing was not someone to be trifled with at first glance.

Fierce gunfire rang out again, and countless bullets penetrated Fatty Xu's body.

The black captain Geman on the side looked at the police officer, opened fire and shouted, "Take a deep breath, man, this scene is nothing, I have seen bigger ones."

"I'm sorry, I'm nervous." The police officer's nervous face was dripping with sweat.

I also want them to deal with this situation calmly, but it is too difficult for such small police officers who earn a meager salary and patrol the roads every day.

Dong dong dong

The heavy machine gun opened fire, and the powerful bullets caused chunks of flesh and blood to explode from Fatty Xu's body.

But even so, it only slowly blocked Fatty Xu's footsteps.

"What kind of monster is this, Fak?"

"Why can't you kill him?"

"Is this a demon from hell?"

Although countless bullets caused the flesh and blood on the bloated body to explode, black tentacles continued to stretch out, and the surrounding corpses were continuously pulled by the fat man to smear around the body and fuse together.

SHIELD's weapons are like constantly competing with corpses. They seem to be able to cause damage to the opponent, but in fact they have no effect.

boom

The individual rocket launcher roared, and a ball of intense fire surrounded the monster.

Everyone in SHIELD let out a burst of joyful celebration.

However, Coulson looked around with a feeling, his eyes fixed on the front.

The spiritual pressure is still there, and the opponent is not dead yet.

really.

Dong dong dong

As the ground trembled slightly, the bloated monster body moved out of the firelight.

The monster's skin has been scorched, and traces of sparks still stay in various parts of the body. This terrifying scene, coupled with the sea of ​​​​fire behind it, really makes this thing feel like it crawled out of hell.

"Retreat." Colson raised his head slightly, looked at the monster that was moving less than ten meters away from their position, and made an instant decision.

This was beyond the scope of their team's response. Due to differences in intelligence, they had no idea what to use to deal with this monster.

And the three-meter-tall fat man Xu would not be polite to them.

It was like walking into his own attack range.

The big mouth in the middle of the belly suddenly opened to its maximum.

A large number of pitch-black tentacles spurted out from the mouth.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. action team who were at the front and had not yet reacted were all attacked one after another.

The bodies of five or six team members were instantly wrapped in tentacles.

"No"

"let me go"

"help me"

咯擦

The seemingly soft black tentacles tightened suddenly.

The screams stopped one after another, and the captured action team members died instantly, and their struggling eyes turned pitch black.

Then the black tentacles contracted, a huge pulling force came, and the soldier's body was sent directly to the big mouth on the monster's belly.

Bahbabababa

Several corpses were compressed into balls of flesh by the tentacles in mid-air, and were swallowed alive by the big mouth.

The blood splattering everywhere made the remaining people despair.

"Everyone, get out of here, quickly" Coulson yelled, and kept shooting at the opponent with the weapon in his hand, but except for leaving some disgusting black liquid behind, the opponent seemed to be unharmed and could kill as many people as he wanted.

This black liquid seemed familiar to the attentive Coulson, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Reminiscent of the events in Brooklyn.

Colson felt a sense of fear in his heart. This thing wouldn't turn into the Killian that the consultant said.

call

A huge sonic boom was heard in the sky, and a Quinjet fighter with SHIELD's logo hovered in the air for a while. Then, due to the interference of spiritual pressure, it swayed and stopped dozens of meters above the ground.

With a mechanical roll under the nose of the aircraft, a gau2ba machine gun popped out. After simply taking aim, it fired directly at the monster.

The bullets falling from the sky caused waves of yellow sand to splash on the ground.

"Go quickly," Colson shouted loudly, using the cover of the Quinjet, and then quickly ran towards the vehicle behind him.

But things are not that simple. Monsters do not rely on vision to judge prey.

Tentacles that looked like chains from hell kept flying out of the sand.

Accompanied by brief and miserable screams, elite members of S.H.I.E.L.D. were slaughtered one after another.

"Roar"

Coulson swore that he would definitely find an Eastern Yellow Calendar to look through when he went out next time. The familiar roar of the human form came from the side.

An ordinary humanoid figure, perhaps unable to withstand the temptation of human blood, ran into SHIELD's chaotic position at some point.

Colson only had time to make a simple protective action before he was pushed down by a strong force. The severe pain in his chest made Colson spit out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, there was a tingling sensation in his brain. This is a symptom of the brain going to sleep.

If it doesn't work, if I faint at this time, it's really over.

But his right hand must have been dislocated due to a strong impact, leaving Coulson with his left hand firmly pressed against his chest.

Although it is useful or not, it is human nature.

The surrounding S.H.I.E.L.D. team had long been wiped out by Fatty, and even the team commander was knocked down and no one could rescue him.

Maybe even they themselves can't protect themselves. How can they control others? A large number of black tentacles are wreaking havoc on the SHIELD position. The fighter planes in the sky are like clowns. Apart from causing bursts of yellow sand to splash on the ground, there is absolutely nothing they can do. Causes effective damage to monsters.

The human figure who threw Coulson down did not talk as much nonsense as the villains on the TV. A pair of scarlet eyes stared at the prey, and the ferocious mouth on the mask went straight to the point, fiercely biting the struggling human in front of him. go.

The evil face quickly enlarged in front of Colson's pupils, and his left hand didn't even have the slightest strength to push the opponent away.

It seems that his career as an agent is coming to an end today. Coulson has been prepared for this kind of sacrifice, and he has never regretted this career.

In a trance, Colson seemed to see a girl playing the cello and looking at him tenderly.

咚

Gunshots rang out, and then a black figure rushed from the side, and the humanoid attack was interrupted.

Coulson felt a sudden lightness on his body. He turned around and saw that the team leader, level 4 agent German Orliff, was hugging a human figure and fighting to the death.

The situation was very bad. Ningxu's head was wounded by Geman's pistol, and a tactical dagger was inserted in his chest. But even so, the strength of Ningxu's struggle gradually put Geman at a disadvantage.

Coulson endured the severe pain in his head and looked around. There was a pistol scattered on the ground not far away.

Yelling, enduring the severe pain in his chest and right shoulder, Coulson quickly rolled on the ground several times.

He quickly grabbed the pistol with his left hand, used his remaining strength to raise it forward, bit his tongue hard, his eyes suddenly lit up, and pulled the trigger.

砰

The humanoid figure that was struggling with German Orliff suddenly stopped and slowly fell down.

"Hoo ho ho, let's go!" Coulson weakly shouted to Gehrman, then put down his pistol, his head shook, and he fainted.