The God of Death in American Comics

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Looking at the two ninjas in black who fell to the ground, Ye Feng felt ten thousand ponies galloping through his heart.

Walking over carefully, Ye Feng took a knife and filled the bucket.

puff

It went in easily.

Due to Art List's mutation incident, Ye Feng was very sensitive to the inexplicable black blood.

But after repeated confirmations, these two ninjas had really met their Amaterasu. Ye Feng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to go on a trip to Kylian Tokyo.

Humanoid Hollows, Ninjas, and potions that can quickly turn people into Hollows. Judging from the opponent's skillful drug-taking actions, he would not think that these things were caused by his new arrival in Japan.

Ye Feng had a bold guess that these things should be related to a certain Yankee selling humanoids. No wonder the pervert in red tights clamored for 300 million each last time.

300 million, still in U.S. dollars

I really want to chop the opponent with a knife, but I don’t know if Deadpool’s bug-like immortal body can withstand it when he encounters his own beginning.

Having said that, now that there are so many humanoids, the market should be somewhat volatile. It would be great if there was a stock market dedicated to this, Ye Feng's mind was filled with random thoughts.

However, these people are all dead, and the clues are naturally cut off. If you want to find these ninjas who are good at hiding in the darkness on the island country, you will undoubtedly find a needle in a haystack.

He glanced behind him and saw Natasha running towards this side holding a pistol.

"I called for backup and they were all dead." Natasha looked at the ninja who fell to the ground.

"No, they all committed suicide. Compared with these wretched professions wrapped in night clothes, I still miss the gang members in Brooklyn. At least they can communicate normally." Ye Feng sighed and exited the death state.

Standing in the middle of the road wearing a dead-ass costume is too eye-catching.

"Use your samurai sword for normal communication." Natasha teased for the first time. She had read Sitwell's investigation report several times during her surveillance mission.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

As soon as Natasha finished speaking, several convoys, headed by Crown police cars and several fire trucks, came quickly.

As the most prosperous money-drawing area in Tokyo, the island government cannot allow such chaotic events to occur.

Only a few minutes after the explosion, emergency plans from the highest level had already begun to play their role.

"Hug, I'm sorry, can you put down the weapon in your hand?" At this time, a young police officer in uniform with a green face came over and said.

Ye Feng ignored the other party and asked him to put down his Zanpakutō. He turned around and handed all these to Natasha.

A foreign woman holding a pistol and a young man holding a samurai sword. If he didn't care about this, his career as a police officer would probably be over, and support from the Metropolitan Police Department had already arrived.

"This idiot Zuo Dao"

But not far away, Kimura Takuo, who was in his thirties, was shocked. When did that bastard run over and asked him to disperse the crowd?

Squeezing the baton in his hand and silently reciting the emperor's blessing, Kimura Takuo took a deep breath and walked towards Ye Feng and the others.

"This is our ID." As soon as Kimura approached, Natasha had already taken out an ID from her bag and handed it over.

Zuo Dao took it doubtfully, glanced at it, and handed it to Kimura Takuo.

Inc

Although he didn’t know whether it was true or not, a smile instantly appeared on Kimura Takuo’s face, “It turns out he is the director of the CIA. Is there anything we can do to help?”

"No, just stay away." Natasha waved her hand impatiently, as if she was shooing away flies.

"Hey, let's leave now, leave," Kimura Takuo replied with a bow and a bow, and smoothly dragged Zuo Dao away, who was still in a daze.

After walking aside, Zuo Dao asked, "Senior, don't their identities need to be checked? After all, it's just a certificate from the CIA."

"What do you want to do to check? Investigate the Americans. The other party is still standing there. We can just observe from the side. Do you understand this? Anyway, we have verified the identity. People from the CIA are not people with our status. We can go there." Searched." Kimura Takuo said with a tone of hatred.

"But" Zuo Dao hesitated.

"No, but, haven't you seen that everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department is turning a blind eye to them?" Kimura Takuo pointed to the Crown police car opposite.

Ten minutes later, several black Toyota off-road vehicles with S.H.I.E.L.D. badges stopped, and agents all in suits and ties stepped out, making them look like members of the Yakuza organization in the island country from a distance.

Kimura Takuo and Zuo Dao both breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the corpses on the ground in the black agent bar being loaded into the car, and the other two followed them.

"Look, can you be smarter from now on?" Kimura Takuo said.

Zuo Dao had a learned expression, but he still had doubts as to why the CIA's eagle head badge was different from the one on this car.

A few hours later, late at night, Tokyo City, Chiba Prefecture, Luye Mountain.

An SUV drove to the foot of the mountain, the entrance to a construction site surrounded by a wall.

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The vehicle was under construction ahead and stopped at the gate warning sign that no forward movement was allowed.

From the duty room at the door, a young man wearing a security uniform walked out quickly.

"There is a construction area ahead, social vehicles please go around." Although he used honorifics, his words were very cold and the expression on his face was quite serious.

After the security guy finished speaking, he stood at the car door. His taut body was like a hunting leopard that could explode and hurt people at any time. His eyes were very sharp, staring at the cockpit of the car.

From a professional point of view, it is a pity to use this kind of person to guard the door. Although he is wearing a security uniform, his gestures are more like a soldier, and he is a well-trained one.

"Now, here's the ID. Take a look." Of course the driver knew what was going on. With his hand visible to the other party, he took out an ID from his bag and handed it over.

The security guy took it over and looked at it. After confirming the information, he still made a routine inquiry.

"Numbering."

"ile452"

The security guard immediately pulled out the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and reported a few words.

A moment later, a reply came over the intercom.

"Go in." He turned sideways and glanced at the duty room, and the iron door slowly opened.

The driver didn't say anything, but slowly drove the vehicle in.

After entering, you will realize that this small construction site is unique. There are figures moving faintly in the bright or dark corners. If someone can see it, they will definitely exclaim, because these moving figures are all self-made with sophisticated equipment. Guard soldier.

The SUV found a place to stop, the driver's door opened, and Masao Kosaka, who was meters tall and considered a giant in the island country, stepped out.

Once here, you can't drive.

After passing a few more levels, Kosaka Masao came to a hidden building entrance and quickly entered the elevator. He did not press the button on the elevator, but just raised his head and faced the camera on the elevator.

After a few seconds, the camera rotated and the elevator door closed automatically and began to descend.

The elevators on the first, second and third underground floors did not stop and kept sneaking downwards.

Another dozen seconds passed.

Ding

Kosaka Masao looked at the floor that was not displayed and walked out directly.

This is a wide space dug deep underground.

A large number of staff wearing white lab coats came and went.

Masao Kosaka took out an ID, hung it on his chest, and walked forward.

Soon after, Masao Kosaka came to an office, knocked on the door and walked in.

"Why do you have to come to me at this time?" A short, fat, bald man in his forties sat behind the office and asked, yawning.

"Sir, something happened to the No. recovery team." Masao Kosaka paused and continued, "The CIA people took away our tracking target, and the entire recovery team was shattered."

"CIA, are you sure?"

"I arranged a response team outside, but the other party was not an ordinary person, and the people in the response team did not dare to act." Masao Kosaka said this quite helplessly.

This matter involves Midi, which is why Kosaka Masao dare not take action.

Moreover, the young man holding a samurai sword in his report also made him very afraid.

"This intelligence organization's hand has been stretched too far," the obese man frowned.

After a long silence, he said, "There is some trouble. This is related to diplomatic issues, but the target must be brought back. This kind of thing must be recovered as soon as it is discovered. What we are doing now is for the future of the nation."