Video Bloggers in Meiman

Chapter 190 Second-Rate Horror Novel

When Zhang Ming and Dior met for the first time, the first impression he had of him was that he felt good about himself, a noble young master with a sense of superiority all over his body, and all he could think about was how to take advantage of girls.

But after the big boss detonated the cruise ship, facing the collapsed cabin, Dior was not afraid of death, and took the initiative to stay in the rear, letting friends who had known each other for less than two days leave first. This quality won the favor of everyone.

Although she is a bit arrogant, she always looks down on others when she speaks, and looks like everyone is a bumpkin, but as long as you get along with her, you will find:

Dior, is a nice guy, a true gentleman.

Zhang Ming stared at Dior's face in the projection. He seemed to be laughing wildly, with his mouth wide open, revealing two sharp teeth, reflecting the frightening cold light in the night.

It's such a terrifying expression, but it exudes a strange charm on him.

"Virus? Or super power?" Zhang Ming frowned, and subconsciously asked, "How did he become like this?"

Coulson sighed and said, "You are not a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., and you should not be involved in the affairs of the bureau. But this time your acquaintances are involved, I think you should have the right to know."

Dior and Natasha are Zhang Ming's friends. Even if S.H.I.E.L.D. did not entrust him with this matter, if he knew about it, he would rush over to clarify it.

"I understand. Help me prepare a plane and go to London now. I have a certain ability to resist magic. If things are really out of control as you said, I will go to Asgard and ask Sol for help. "

"Okay, the plane is on the top floor."

Leaving Director Fury alone, Zhang Ming and Coulson came to the apron on the top floor.

The evening wind in early spring was very strong, with a little aftertaste of winter, blowing on the face, with a little coldness.The door of the Quinjet fighter jet was opened, and a pilot was already ready and gave a thumbs up, indicating that he was ready to take off at any time.

Standing in front of the hatch, Zhang Ming said to the worried Coulson, "Don't worry, I will definitely bring Natasha back safely."

Coulson said solemnly: "The Bureau will not send a new exploration team to London, so you can only rely on yourself. If you need any equipment or supplies, please ask at any time, and we will send them there as soon as possible."

Zhang Ming nodded, and Coulson patted him on the shoulder.

"Take care of yourself."

The hatch was closed, and after Coulson retreated to a safe distance, the engine of the Quinjet fighter started at full power, humming and roaring, and slowly took off vertically, then rushed out in an instant, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Ming sat on the chair.

For professional matters, leave them to experts. This is Zhang Ming's firm belief.As the largest intelligence agency in the world, S.H.I.E.L.D. must be the top group of people in terms of intelligence acquisition and analysis capabilities.

Since Director Fury said that there was a shadow of "magic" in this incident, it probably did. He must have made this judgment not only because of Natasha's words.There is a sorted document on the plane, which records all the recent strange events in London, and also includes the analysis and judgment of the detectives.

Monsters with cat heads, dog bodies, and pigeon wings appeared in the park;

In the middle of the night, horrible laughter and chilling wailing can often be heard;

Walking on Bleecker Street at twelve o'clock, you will see a strange building that does not belong to this era. Everyone who sees this building will either die or go crazy...

Zhang Ming closed the document, turned it over and looked at the cover.

Are you sure this is SHIELD, an intelligence analysis written by the most professional agents, and not a plot by a third-rate horror novelist?

According to this kind of plot, Zhang Ming is the mentally handicapped protagonist who knew there was danger, but went through it alone.

Next, he will face endless horrific incidents. The final ending should be that Zhang Ming rescued Natasha and Dio after going through some dangers, and then in the end credits, the demon defeated by him will suddenly appear on the mirror Flashing by/peeking around the corner/possessing the rescued heroine or some shit like that, coming back from the dead.

Zhang Ming threw away his messy thoughts, and began to think about how to deal with magic if he really encountered magic.

When the Marvel world mentions magic, the first thing he thinks of is Karma Taj, who is good at all kinds of space magic and... melee combat.In addition to Karma Taj, Asgard also has magicians, such as Thor's mother Frigg and Loki.

In Zhang Ming's impression, magicians in this world are not like natural magicians who manipulate lightning and flames in the traditional sense, but more magic that is biased towards occult techniques such as space manipulation, energy transmission, and mind control, which may not be as powerful as natural magicians. The mage is strong, but the degree of trouble and weirdness is higher.

"Only magic can defeat magic."

That being said, Zhang Ming is not completely helpless.

The only magical item on him is the ridiculous lock given by Odin, as long as the target is locked, it can restrain the opponent.

In terms of magic defense, there are Pinru clothes for physical defense, and Mr. Zhu’s Rolex for mental defense.

When he arrives in London, he will make some forbidden magic bombs, so that he has the basic control, defense, and attack capabilities. Even if something happens, he at least has a certain fighting ability.

If it doesn't work, go to Asgard to find someone to help.

"It's a pity that I don't know the contact information of Karma Taj, otherwise it would be much more convenient to call Lao Wang over."

With this thought in mind, Zhang Ming closed his eyes and waited for his arrival in London.

A few hours later, the pilot woke up Zhang Ming, he stepped off the plane, closed the door again, and took off for the return flight.

It is five o'clock in the morning in London time, and the sun has not yet risen, which is the darkest hour of the day.

Exactly the "good" time to meet the bad guys.

The third-angle camera started to record. Zhang Ming stretched his waist and rested for more than a month. It was indeed very comfortable to shoot daily life every day. The feeling of coming.

Zhang Ming jumped down from the top floor, and when he was about to fall into meat sauce, he activated the clip and flashed to the ground.

He found a 24-hour convenience store. He bought coffee and bread. While eating, he looked through the documents page by page under the light of the convenience store, looking for the exploration target.

"Trouble attracting physique has not yet responded, then try one by one. The first is... the old castle of the Dio Brando family."

To be precise, an abandoned castle.

About half a month ago, the police discovered that there were no living people in the castle except for the corpses of a few servants.

After drinking the last sip of coffee, Zhang Ming threw it into the trash can. According to the normal investigation process, he must first go to the scene of the crime to check, such as the London branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the place where Natasha disappeared last.