The Death Knell

"It's weird, that zombie should still be here."

In an alley in Queens, Jessica Jones looked left and right with a bit of toothache, and talked to the people around her with a puzzled look:

"I broke his limbs and spine, and also blasted his skull, removed his chin, and then immediately notified you. I just went to wash my hands, why are the zombies gone?"

"It doesn't matter, we can adjust the monitoring." Next to her was an agent in a black suit whose hairline moved back and with a friendly smile on his face: "As long as you prove your statement, the bonus we should pay is from S.H.I.E.L.D. Not in arrears."

"Okay, check it out. I'm waiting for the money to buy wine. I have watched zombie movies since I was a child. I will never admit it. Moreover, his body is full of dead protein rot, and the joints are full of maggots. Halloween costumes, besides, the season is not right."

Jessica happily said a piece of her own reasoning. She put her small hand into her windbreaker pocket and looked down at the direction of the black water on the ground.

It seems that the zombie was dragged away by someone, two people, a man and a woman. Because of the footprints of high heels, the woman should be very big, the shoe print is longer than her forearm, and the footprints in the mud in the alley are also Very deep.

Could it be the ‘sand angel’ among mutants? Or a steel man in women's clothing?

The detective's thinking is so flexible that she is not under her own control at all. The image of the steel Lux women's clothing suddenly appeared in Jessica's small head, and she suddenly retched.

Steel Lux often mingled with Deadpool, because Deadpool rescued her back then, so she was quite familiar.

But familiar to familiar, disgusting to disgusting, she just can't figure out why Deadpool can find a girlfriend, just because he has money?

"Sky, adjust the nearby surveillance." Coleson turned to the sky and made a gesture. The invisible Quin fighter was there to provide support. Then he continued to ask Jessica with a smile: "You said that is a zombie version. Who is this superhero? Can you recognize it?"

"Black Panther, King of Wakanda, although his uniform is tattered, I know two cat ears." The female detective rubbed her hair and took out a metal flask from her trench coat pocket. He took a bite: "So when he asked to eat my meat, I hit him as soon as possible. If he was given a chance to start, I might not be his opponent."

Drinking underage is strictly against the law, but S.H.I.E.L.D. is not a policeman and should be invisible.

"Hehe, you are too modest. In terms of power alone, you are stronger than Spider-Man, not to mention that you can fly." Coleson smiled and looked around. There was a supermarket not far away, and it was still bright. Turning on the light: "Why don't we go there to talk, let my people isolate first, and I will ask you to have an ice cream?"

It seems to be a question, but Coleson is not discussing with anyone at all, he has already stepped over there.

But his calculations seemed a bit redundant, because the teenage female detective's eyes lit up when he heard this: "I want Wilson's wine ice cream, because it's too expensive, I have been reluctant to buy it and try it."

This, I am afraid that the money for buying ice cream will not be reimbursed, which makes Coleson’s not wealthy wallet worse. His hard-earned money has been taken away by the various captains and exchange cards of Wilson’s enterprise, so that he is almost five this year. Ten-year-old is still renting a house outside.

But he couldn't break his promise about the little girl promised. He still maintained a perfect smile: "Okay, just eat red wine ice cream."

The two quickly walked a few steps before entering the roadside supermarket. This is not a large store like the Wilson supermarket chain, but an unusual street shop.

The door is a freezer, beside the door is the checkout counter. There are four or five rows of long shelves in the slender room, which are full of various commodities.

The lights are flickering and dimming, and there may be something wrong with the transformer in this block.

No way, Queens is the old city, just like people are getting old, many organs are not at their disposal.

Tonight’s game is still shown on the TV.

"New England Patriots' ace quarterback Tom Brady is ready to kick-off. Let's take a look at the tactical options for this run..."

But the shop owner did not know where he was going.

"Hello, anyone?"

Coleson glanced at the freezer that represented a broken fortune, then looked up at the game on TV, found out his CIA ID, and prepared to temporarily requisition a place for communication.

"Agent Coleson." Jessica, who is not interested in football, didn't look at the TV hanging from the ceiling, but unexpectedly discovered that she pulled his sleeve and motioned him to look down.

In one corner of the checkout counter, there are traces of blood dragging on the ground, like strawberry jam being wiped on a wooden board, spreading to the end of the container...

Coleson pressed the headset and made a decisive order: "I am Coleson, squad action, plan B, to prevent the spread of Resident Evil, there is a suspected infection, bring down two gas masks."

Thanks to Wilson Pictures’ efforts over the past few decades, zombies have become popular on the 40K earth. As S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, they have perfect plans to deal with various zombie crises.

Coleson judged that this crisis is still in its infancy, so blocking the possible spread of the virus is the key. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

Within three seconds, reinforcements arrived behind him, and the beautiful Asian girl handed out two gas masks: "How is the situation? Where is the infected person?"

The hair loss agent turned a mask on his nose, and handed out another one to Jessica, and whispered: "This is the shockwave girl, this is the soundbird, both of whom are members of my team. Girls, this is a private detective. Miss Jessica Jones, she is still a minor."

"Why do you want to emphasize the last sentence?" Miss Detective put on the mask, her voice became a little dull.

"Because these two people love to drink, I don't make it clear. They will call you to go to the bar as soon as they finish work. This is a crime." Coleson smiled and took out his gun and made a few tactical gestures. , Signaled the three people to cover each other separately from the shelves, taking care of each other.

Before the three women greeted each other, the deepest part of the small supermarket heard the horrifying sound of bone shattering and painful roars, just like the sound of a beast when it was injured.

"action!"

Coleson held the gun and advanced in a tactical position, and the two female agents also began to charge.

The corners of the suit fluttered in the wind as he walked in. Although he was only a man with hair loss, he was brave and brave at this time.

The area of ​​the shop is estimated to be less than 200 square meters. Although the shelves are long, it is only a short distance for well-trained agents.

But when Coleson rushed to the other end of the shelf with his gun, ready to fire at the zombies that came, he saw a familiar back.

"Oh? It's you guys who came here, quite fast."

The black and yellow armor did not reflect under the fluorescent lamp, and the devilish voice was full of fun. The man's black tentacles burst out, squeezing the heads of a few hideous dead men, and slowly turned around.