Infinite Metaverse

New York, Bronx.

This is a street on the edge of the Bronx. Newspapers are flying in the wind. The corners of telephone poles are full of cigarette butts and small bags containing marijuana. On both sides of the cracked asphalt road that has been in disrepair are two rows of old houses from the last century. Here Full of garbage, drugs, gangs, homeless people, drug addicts, pimps and street girls.

In the middle of the street, there is a light green three-story old house with a pointed tile roof and a wooden structure.

Some time ago, a single Chinese woman rented this house from the landlord, and then moved into this old house alone.

For the people who make a living on this street, this is simply a little lamb delivered to their door.

But soon, no one in the entire block dared to come within three meters of this old green house.

People rumored that it was a haunted house, a haunted house.

Anyone who dares to go in will suffer a terrible death.

Even if you just get close, you will be entangled by the nameless vicious curse and eventually die.

The legend that the old green house was haunted became more and more popular, so much so that no one dared to deal drugs or pimp on this street at night.

The midday sun shines on the dirty street. A homeless man wearing a shabby coat is lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, surrounded by empty wine bottles.

In the green old house, the curtains in every room are tightly drawn, which makes the interior seem a little dark. Unlike the rumors of haunted houses outside, the old house has clean old wooden furniture, large sofas and soft Carpets, record players, fireplaces and kitchenettes give it a warm and nostalgic feel of the American countryside.

A slender, tall and beautiful woman, wearing a simple white dress, with long black princess-cut hair hanging naturally behind her shoulders, with a pair of bare white feet on the wooden floor.

She casually walked to the wine cabinet, uncorked a glass wine bottle, poured the green absinthe inside into a delicate and small glass, filling it one-third full, and then poured another glass.

She was the only one in the house, and she poured two glasses of wine.

The woman turned around, raised the wine glass in her hand, and said to the empty living room door:

"Upton."

A crudely made plastic doll moved out from behind the door frame. With a smile on his face, he said:

"Long time no see, Zhang."

The plastic doll walked into the living room with short legs, climbed onto the wine cabinet on hands and knees, stood on the table, and asked:

"How did you find me?"

Zhang Yuning leaned against the wall, shrugged and said:

"Have you forgotten? I'm a psychic. I can see ghosts."

Plastic Ghost Baby Upton Dupont said:

"But when we first met, in the hotel in Bieltan Village, you didn't find me."

Zhang Yuning nodded and said:

"That's right, Valak and Kayako have been very sensitive since they were deceived by you. They noticed it as soon as you entered the house."

Upton Dupont held the wine glass in his little hands, a hint of unexplainable color flashed in his blue plastic eyes, and said:

"My guess was indeed correct. Not only did you seal those two powerful guys, you also used points to assimilate them."

Zhang Yuning looked forward, raised the wine glass and took a sip without saying anything.

Still that indifferent look.

Upton Dupont picked up the wine glass and drank it. The grass-green liquid still overflowed from the red mouth.

Zhang Yuning put down her wine glass, turned around and asked:

"How did you find me here?"

The plastic ghost kid wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said:

"Maybe because we are all reincarnations from the horror movie universe, there will be this aggregation effect."

Zhang Yuning still looked at him indifferently and said nothing.

Upton Dupont felt embarrassed and could only shrug his shoulders and said:

"Well, I overheard a conversation between two homeless people in the Bronx. They said that on Pike Street, every night after twelve o'clock, they would see a tall ghost nun wearing a medieval black nun's robe. Wandering on the streets, and standing under the dim street lights to pray... I guessed it was you."

Zhang Yuning nodded in understanding and picked up the wine glass again.

Upton Dupont felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. After thinking about it, he found a topic and asked:

"By the way, Zhang, how is your relationship with Qingshan going?"

As soon as he asked the question, Upton Dupont regretted it. He saw with his own eyes that Zhang Yuning's face suddenly turned cold. The slender fingers holding the wine glass squeezed hard, and the knuckles turned white.

Zhang Yuning put the wine glass back to her mouth and said coldly:

"I have nothing to do with him."

"Uh..." Upton Dupont knew he had asked the wrong question, scratched his head and said:

"Well, actually, I came to you this time for business. Ron Benzim, do you remember?"

Zhang Yuning said: "Remember, what happened?"

Upton Dupont said: "Ron is in trouble. We were the first to meet in this main world. He gained some abilities in the last reincarnation world, but now perfect humans are targeting him. , want to seize his powers, Ron is currently dealing with them, please let me come to you for help."

"Perfect human being..." Zhang Yuning frowned and murmured to himself in a low voice.

After thinking about it, she looked down at Upton Dupont with a strange look on her face and said:

"You've been here for so long, why are you talking now?"

Hearing this, the plastic ghost child lowered his head in embarrassment, scratched the back of his head again, and said:

"I forgot."

…

"Almost heaven, West Virginia..."

Fu Qinghai was driving a heavy truck alone, playing songs, and driving on a desolate and uninhabited road.

In Fu Qinghai’s impression, being a truck driver in China is a hard job, but he doesn’t know whether it’s because American truck drivers are different or because it was specially modified by Hammer Industries. This Pittbilt heavy truck has a luxurious interior and is air-conditioned. , small refrigerator, champagne and beer, surround sound, everything is available.

Maybe James Cameron knows better.

Missouri, located in the middle of the United States, is not a densely populated place. Fu Qinghai looked at the continuous low hills outside the car window, and then looked down at the location coordinates on his phone.

Fu Qinghai turned the steering wheel suddenly, and the huge front of the car tilted and veered off the road, heading towards the desolate hills.

…

Fu Qinghai parked the truck on a piece of withered yellow grass, shot his forehead back to full size, put on the Blue Shell Power Armor, and walked towards the legendary abandoned military base.

Before I could see the outline of the base building, it was blocked by a rusty barbed wire wall at the mouth of the valley.

A dirty sign hung above it that read "Military Base, No Entry."

Fu Qinghai kicked open the barbed wire door, walked in with a bolt gun in both hands.

After walking a few steps, a group of low black and gray cement buildings sandwiched between valleys appeared in front of him. Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the mold spots covering the buildings and the weeds growing in front of the iron gate.

Isn't it really just an abandoned military base?

Fu Qinghai glanced at the decayed metal nameplate next to the iron door. On it was the familiar round black eagle emblem, and below it was a line of inscription:

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

It was SHIELD. Fu Qinghai was about to enter the iron gate with a gun in hand. Suddenly, he paused.

wrong.

Fu Qinghai has watched many Marvel movies and several episodes of the American TV series "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.". When he was in high school, he bought a T-shirt co-branded by Jack the Dick and Marvel with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on the chest.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on the wall is different from what I remember.

The SHIELD eagle logo in my impression, the eagle wings, eagle feathers and eagle tail are all abstract straight rectangles.

As for the nameplate hanging on the wall, the eagle wings and feathers are composed of curved lines. There are two eagle talons below, and there are four hollow vertical bars in the middle of the eagle body.

If Hydra wants to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D., there is no need to make another logo to deliberately expose itself... Fu Qinghai immediately ruled out this possibility. This is the logo of S.H.I.E.L.D., just the same as what he remembers are different.

Fu Qinghai's mind turned and he came to his senses.

This is a certain comic universe of Marvel.

The SHIELD logo here is different from the SHIELD logo in the MCU.

So Fu Qinghai's rough judgment at the beginning that the year 2013 in the Marvel Universe was Captain America's plot... may not necessarily hold true.

So who is the opposite of the Hydra camp at this moment?

Fu Qinghai pursed his lips and walked forward without further guessing.

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai kicked open the iron door. Behind the door was a dark and vast sinking space. Fu Qinghai's low-light vision had just activated.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of lights turned on, and the entire dark space was illuminated by large white spotlights.

"Kakakaka..."

A group of heavily armed mercenaries, holding various weapons, formed a circle and pointed their guns at Fu Qinghai.

"Wow, wow, wow, let's see, our long-awaited guest is finally here, welcome."

A robot of normal human height walked behind a group of mercenaries with exaggerated steps.

It has a square purple fuselage, limbs made of golden link-shaped metal, and a small box-like probe on the fuselage. In the middle of the fuselage is a large screen, which displays a white and fat human face.

Who is this if not Dr. Zola?

Sure enough, he has a bunch of robot stand-ins.

Long awaited...Fu Qinghai was pondering what Dr. Zola said in his mind.

Meaning, they already knew I was coming?

Fu Qinghai remained calm and his voice came from the loudspeaker:

"Hello, Dr. Zola, I have long admired your name."

On the screen in the middle of the robot, the fat white face nodded:

"Hello, this gentleman from Hammer Industries."

They thought I was from Hammer Industries... Fu Qinghai thought to himself and had some rough guesses.

Fu Qinghai asked:

"Dr. Zola knows I'm coming?"

Dr. Zola admitted without hesitation:

"Of course, Hydra has noticed you since you started investigating the spare parts of my robot head three days ago. We are all curious. Mr. Justin Hammer has no interaction or dealings with us, and suddenly wants to investigate us. What does Hydra do? What is his purpose?"

"So I deliberately provided you with the location of a Hydra military base to see what you want to do."

Ah...that's it.

Fu Qinghai understood. He had vaguely felt that something was wrong before, and he had always ignored one point: Hydra, which can penetrate most of SHIELD, has intelligence capabilities that far exceed those of Hanmer Industries' Nathan Lai. Because of this kind of intelligence leader with the nature of commercial espionage.

If Hydra's spy level is that of a university master's degree, then Hammer Industries' spy level is that of a kindergarten class.

Not on the same level at all.

The idea of ​​​​the investigation is correct. According to the spare parts, the production supplier is inferred, but I am afraid that Nathan Lemon has just started the investigation, and Hydra has already received the news.

The coordinates of the location that Nathan Lemon tried his best to obtain were deliberately revealed to him by Dr. Zola.

Fu Qinghai was deep in thought, while Dr. Zola was also observing him.

The bone-white armor has a slight style of Tony Stark's Mark series armor, but it is very different. The appearance is far thicker and more ferocious than the Mark series armor.

What does the symbol on the shoulder mean? lightning? Gear skeleton?

Dr. Zola didn’t want to guess anymore and said directly:

"Okay, this Tony Stark imitator, you have been surrounded. This military base is full of our people. There is also an army of robots waiting to be awakened below. If you can't run away, it means your Come as you wish."

Well, my purpose here...

Fu Qinghai said truthfully:

"I want to join Hydra."

Coach, I want to play basketball.

"What?" Dr. Zola's face on the screen showed a strange expression. His first reaction was:

"are you kidding me?"

Sigh... Fu Qinghai sighed in his heart, wondering why you villains...

If I want to join a superhero team to uphold justice and fight evil, it is logical and reasonable. If I want to join a super villain organization, I have to tell the reason why I am ugly, right?

Fu Qinghai can't just say that he is the plot line camp arranged by the reincarnation world for me.

Fu Qinghai said seriously:

"It's true, Dr. Zola, I very much agree with Hydra's philosophy. I have always admired Baron Strucker. I am a huge fan of the Red Skull. I..."

"Don't talk about these useless things." Dr. Zola waved his hand and interrupted, saying:

"Tell me your true purpose."

My true purpose...

Fu Qinghai lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said seriously:

“Because I want to fuck the world?”

"puff."

One of the mercenaries smiled. Fu Qinghai turned around and saw a guy who was taller and stronger than the surrounding mercenaries. He was wearing a black combat uniform and a white skull mask.

Fu Qinghai thought that his humorous and honest words moved this man and made him decide to allow him to join Hydra. Unexpectedly, after he finished laughing, he waved his hand impatiently:

"Fire."

"Da da da da da..."

Dense yellow flames lit up, and the sound of automatic gunfire suddenly resounded throughout the underground space. Facing the overwhelming barrage, Fu Qinghai did not make a single dodge move. He stood still in front of a circle of gun muzzles. .

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..."

Countless bullets were fired at the Blue Shell power armor, but only a tiny spark was bounced off. The mercenaries kept pulling the triggers until all the magazines were empty.

The entire underground space became quiet.

Everyone looked at the unscathed white-armored warrior in front of them.

After all the bullets were fired, Fu Qinghai made an action that surprised everyone.

He inserted the bolt gun in his hand back into the weapon rack behind his back, and pulled out a long straight-edged knife from the weapon buckle at his waist. There was a soft "buzz" sound, and a faint blue arc covered the whole place. The blade.

An indifferent voice came from the loudspeaker:

"Now, it's my turn to show my worth."

The eyes of Dr. Zola and the mercenaries were dazzled, and the white-armored warrior disappeared instantly.

"Uh-huh!"

A shower of blood spilled out, and a neat row of heads flew up in front of Fu Qinghai.

The first knife.

"Uh-huh!"

Another flash of sword light flashed, and the row of mercenaries on Fu Qinghai's left were instantly cut into two pieces with guns and bulletproof vests.

Cut in half!

The second knife.

The row of mercenaries on Fu Qinghai's right had just reacted, with frightened expressions on their faces. They had not yet turned around to run away or take out a new magazine.

"Uh-huh!"

The third knife.

Another row of corpses with smooth and neat cuts fell to the floor.

Finally, before the strong mercenary in the white skull mask could make a move, another flower appeared before his eyes.

The tip of the knife, hissing and arcing, was already at his throat.

"Gudu." The man's whole body stiffened, his throat squirmed, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Just as the raised Adam's apple touched the arc on the tip of the knife, a wound instantly appeared on the skin, and bright red blood oozed out.

The bone-white armored warrior in front of him held a knife in one hand and held it against his throat. He looked down at the scarlet light in his ferocious goggles.

Brock Rumlow slowly raised his hands, a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down the side of his face, and his body did not dare to move.

Fu Qinghai looked at the man wearing a white skull mask indifferently and did not choose to kill him.

Fu Qinghai recognized him.

Crossbones, Brock Rumlow, Hydra Titans, apprenticed to Taskmaster, Red Skull's right-hand man, a world-class mercenary, has defeated Captain America several times in the comics, and was punched twice by Captain America in the movie The feet are knocked down.

Fu Qinghai without the power suit is almost like Captain America without the shield.

Fu Qinghai wearing a power armor: What kind of Jaguar is Captain America?

If killing these little mercenaries only deducts a few assimilation points, then killing Crossbones is an act that significantly changes the plot. Maybe the world of reincarnation will give a stage milestone event.

Of course, the reverse stage milestone event is achieved.

So Fu Qinghai did not choose to kill him.

Fu Qinghai took back the straight-edged sword in his hand, hung it back on the weapon buckle on his waist, turned his head, looked at the purple-gold robot in front of him, and said lightly:

"Am I eligible to join HYDRA now, Dr. Zola?"

Unlike Crossbones, whose life is at stake, Dr. Zola has countless robot stand-ins at his disposal. On the screen on the body, the fat face said firmly:

"Then do I still disagree?"

Brock Rumlow turned his head and glared at Dr. Zola.

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"Then I will demolish this entire military base and your robot army until you agree."

Dr. Zola's expression froze and he said helplessly:

"Okay. But I still don't believe your weird and ridiculous reasons. You have to tell me what you really think."

The camera of Dr. Zola's robot stared at Fu Qinghai's visor and asked:

"What on earth are you doing this for?"

"What do you want?"

"Emmmm..."

Fu Qinghai thought about it seriously and felt that it was really impossible to fool Dr. Zola without saying something, so Fu Qinghai thought for a moment, raised his head, and said:

"I want the Super Soldier Serum."

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Thank you, book friends 1608*0483, Chi Ling 0, Invasion is like fire and thunder, the ground is dark and the sky is chaotic, several book friends have given rewards.

The chapter title comes from the lyrics of Eminem's "Not Afraid".