The God of Death in American Comics

A few hours later, due to jet lag, it was still daytime here.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters Trident, top floor, Pierce's office.

The bald Sitwell stood in the office with panda eyes, not daring to show off his anger, even if one of his eyelids was fighting.

"Speaker, we, SHIELD, have never thought of provoking a war. I believe that the other party must have made some directional mistakes in the investigation and evidence collection."

As for SHIELD, Pierce, who has been dealing with the Security Council for a long time, naturally understands that at this time, his tone should be a little more polite.

The terrifying energy reaction soaring into the sky, the armored tanks cut by sharp blades, the wreckage of planes falling everywhere, and the massacred and dismembered Self-Defense Force soldiers, each of them is closely related to S.H.I.E.L.D.

SHIELD will definitely not be able to hand over the murderer. The only solution now is to discuss compensation or how much money to accompany him.

"The source and outflow of the Kawara family's weapons are related to the direction of world peace, and we have to launch an investigation."

At the same time, Pierce will also argue with some people on this matter, saying that our SHIELD operates in accordance with the rules. If you are suspicious, then I have to investigate.

"Of course, during this process, our team members may have a slightly larger range of movements, but this is a matter of personal behavior of important personnel. After hearing about this matter, our bureau also attaches great importance to it and will strengthen the personal behavior of important personnel in the future. Thought cultivation.”

"And we also suffered extreme retaliation for this incident. That night, the Tokyo branch was attacked by a group of armed forces, and a large number of prisoners in the detention area were also released. There are some extremely dangerous saboteurs there."

After a few minutes

"I understand. SHIELD will give the other party a satisfactory answer on this matter. Of course, I will also make a report to the Security Council in parliament."

After a while, Pierce hung up the phone call from the Security Council, looked up at Sitwell.

"Tell me, where did our director go at this moment?"

Even Pierce was a little surprised by Nick Fury's actions. There had just been an incident on the island country, and Nick Fury could not see anyone.

"Well, according to intelligence, the director is now at the Bleecker Street Library in Manhattan."

Pierce frowned and said, "What is he doing there?"

Doesn't this nigger care about the country's education issues? But it has nothing to do with SHIELD.

Bleecker Street Pierce's expression changed.

"Yes, Buchou, that's where the fat Death God Omaeda Kichiyo often stays."

"Haha, he really knows how to place bets." Pierce mocked, "Hirashima Yefeng and Agent Romanoff disappeared together."

"We don't know the specific information. This information came from people in the Self-Defense Forces. Now on the island country, the intelligence network within the bureau has been greatly damaged. The information is very asymmetric and many messages cannot be synchronized."

Sitwell quickly took out a document from the folder.

After handing over the document, Sitwell said, "There is one more important thing, Minister."

"Okay, tell me." Pierce nodded.

"Some of the Self-Defense Forces who survived the scene developed a vegetative state. This is what the report says, and this situation also involves some of the key combat personnel in the bureau."

"Vegetative" Pierce quickly flipped through the documents in his hand.

Several sets of photos caught my eye.

"These people are like this." Pierce looked at the lower corner of the document and saw the record of breaking people.

"Yes, these people are all awake, but they are in a state of being unable to move. Preliminary examination has ruled out the possibility of poisoning."

"However, experts from our organization suspect that this was done by the gods of death, using their weird and unpredictable abilities."

Pierce thought for a moment.

"Initially, investigate this matter immediately and contact Nick Fury and explain all these things to him clearly."

Sitwell nodded.

Then he asked for instructions, "In addition, people from the military Ross contacted me and asked if we could provide some Hulk information, and the other party was willing to make an exchange."

"Rose," Pierce muttered, "Tell him to go away. I don't have time to play with him now. Let's talk to Nick Fury about this. I know who he is best."

Perhaps because he mentioned this topic, Pierce asked with concern, "By the way, do you know where Hulk is now?"

Sitwell thought for a while and answered, "In Rio de Janeiro, in a slum in the south, but the local security is quite bad. It is difficult for our intelligence agents to develop in that area. Many intelligence agencies use organizational channels."

Adjusting his glasses, he continued, "In addition, Ross should have asked Stryker for help. A small village in northern Brazil was attacked by a group of unknown armed forces. This caused a great sensation in the local area, but according to intelligence, this The village is in conflict with Stryker’s team of mutants.”

"Stryker" Pierce was furious in vain, "His mutant team is a piece of shit, how dare you have an idea against S.H.I.E.L.D."

Pierce has yet to settle the score with Stryker regarding the Brooklyn attack.

Seeing Pierce getting angry, a drop of cold sweat broke out on Sitwell's bald head.

After venting, Pierce waved his hand, "Okay, Agent Sitwell, I believe you can take care of these things. Also, let Rumlow get ready, Daniel's goods are coming soon."

"Yes." Sitwell resigned.

On the other side, Manhattan, Bleecker Street, inside the National Library.

With a unique crotch-shaped head, paired with gold chains, gold bracelets, and gold rings, even in casual clothes, the whole body is still full of infinite wealth.

The thumb of his left hand kept twiddling his nostrils, and his little eyes were intently looking at the book in front of him.

"Ahem" Nick Fury coughed, pretending to be uncomfortable.

"Hmm" His eyes passed over the novel, and Ohmaeda seemed to have discovered Nick Fury.

"Nick Fury, what do you want from me?" After saying that, he turned around.

The plot here has reached its peak. This vicious woman who cheated on her husband actually poisoned her honest husband who sold pancakes. It was really disgusting. Oh Maeda wanted to get into the book and give him a five-shaped head, and make him explode. head kill

As for the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. in front of him, Ye Feng is not here, and he is not familiar with this nigger, so why should he listen to him?

I have been here for a long time, and you are pretending to be serious in front of me, Oh Maeda, whether you like to talk or not.

With Ohmaeda's keen intuition, he had known about Nick Fury's arrival for a long time, but he didn't explain his purpose. How could I, a nobleman, still ask you?

ridiculous

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Inwardly complaining a few words about Nick Fury, Ohmaeda followed the plot in the book.

Well, well, the brother who sells pancakes is back, and the plot is full of ups and downs.

"Vice Captain Omaeda Kichiyo, Hirashima Yefeng may have encountered misfortune in the island country. I am here to tell you about it."

"Yeah Nani"

Snapped

Ohmaeda put down his masterpiece with a loud bang, and the force was so strong that the solid wood table in the library was shattered.