Marvel's King of the Undead

Wayne lay lazily on the sofa in the leisure area, staring at the retro clock not far away in a daze.

Although he was about to carry out his first mission in his life soon, there was no trace of nervousness on Wayne's face, as if he was about to go on a trip. Wayne even hummed softly. Singing songs.

The second hand of the clock slowly moved to the 12 position with a ticking sound.

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

The clock chimed 11 times in succession.

This is an extremely old clock, but the sound of chiming the time is still very loud, which makes Wayne, who has had his hearing enhanced, a little uncomfortable. Almost every night, he is woken up once or twice by the clock chiming.

"We're here, it's up to you once we land."

Coulson came over on time.

The estimated arrival time was 11 o'clock, exactly.

SHIELD's operating style is very rigorous and can calculate various details, such as time, before executing tasks.

"Can't we replace this broken clock?"

Wayne asked.

"No, this is a treasure I bought specially."

Coulson looked at the clock on the wall with the same burning eyes as when he looked at his precious car.

Wayne couldn't help but shiver.

No wonder a lot of people can't find a wife even at their old age.

The plane landed in a remote open space, and because the stealth system was turned on, no one noticed their arrival.

Getting up from the sofa, Wayne found everyone gathered near the door of the plane as soon as he walked out of the leisure area.

Even Ward reluctantly stood aside. After all, the two were still teammates. Even if there was some minor friction between them, they still had to show up at such a critical moment.

"Are you sure you want to take it with you?"

Coulson pointed to the orange cat on Wayne's shoulder.

Others looked at Wayne with strange expressions.

This is the first time I see someone taking a pet cat with them when they go out on a mission.

A dog can understand it, but this fat cat with a big belly...

"meow"

The orange cat lying on Wayne's shoulder suddenly became unhappy.

Lifting up his flesh pad, he stretched out his little claws hidden inside and waved viciously at the air twice.

"Okay, Fat Copper, come and play with your sister."

Skye walked over, reaching out and trying to lift the orange cat off Wayne's shoulders.

During this time, Skye would come over to tease the orange cat every day when he was bored, and would also secretly whisper to the orange cat.

However, she didn't know that the orange cat in her arms was actually a mutant, and her whispers became the topic of conversation between Meow and Wayne every night.

The orange cat jumped directly and nimbly towards Wayne's other shoulder.

"No problem, it will help a lot later."

Wayne waved his hand, indicating that he really wanted to take the orange cat out.

"Are you the biological robot newly developed by Tony?"

Coulson stood a few steps closer and carefully looked at the orange cat on Wayne's body with wide eyes.

I didn't realize it before, but after the last cell phone incident, Coulson suddenly felt that these unattractive things around Wayne might be Tony's latest high-tech development.

Otherwise, why would Wayne bring an ordinary pet cat with him on his mission?

"Uh... you can ask Tony."

Wayne was stunned for a while and then said awkwardly.

In my heart, I couldn't help but admire Coulson's ability to associate.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Without talking to his teammates, Wayne got off the plane amidst his teammates' instructions.

Following the direction given by Colson, Wayne walked forward for a few hundred meters and finally saw rows of low houses ahead.

As soon as he approached the house, Wayne heard a burst of noise, male, female, English, and Hindi. It was like a hodgepodge, which made Wayne, who had lived in S.H.I.E.L.D. for a long time, suddenly feel the breath of life.

Passing through the alley, Wayne came to a long street, which seemed to be a local commercial street. The dense flow of people made Wayne's scalp feel numb just looking at it.

There are shops on both sides, and there are some vendors setting up stalls in the middle of the road.

The irregular arrangement and display make the whole street look noisy, and there are all kinds of garbage everywhere on the ground.

"You soiled my carpet, asshole."

A vendor with a street stall grabbed a passing woman and held a gray carpet in his other hand with several obvious stains on it.

"I didn't touch your rug at all, I was just passing by."

The woman explained anxiously.

She was just passing by and didn't step on anything.

It was obvious that the vendor saw that she was easy to bully and wanted to blackmail her.

This kind of thing happens all the time in the local area. The local police will not come out to deal with this kind of thing at all. There is no surveillance on the open-air street, and there is no way to understand the situation at that time, so they usually leave it to themselves.

This makes many hawkers with poor business use their brains to pick out locals or foreign tourists who look easy to bully.

Of course, this also makes there more thieves here.

While Wayne was standing there watching the excitement, a very thin little Indian walked past Wayne. As he passed by, he staggered and bumped into Wayne.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it."

With his hands on Wayne's body to regain his balance, the little Indian sincerely apologized to Wayne and then walked back again.

But Wayne grabbed his arm.

"what are you doing"

The little Indian whispered, looking a little flustered.

The loud shouting attracted the attention of nearby passers-by.

In addition to some passers-by who were watching the vendors and women, another group of passers-by started to watch Wayne.

Seeing the people around him starting to talk as they looked at Wayne, the little Indian seemed to gain some confidence.

"Let go, do you want to fight on the street? My friend is a policeman here."

The little Indian stood up straight again and his voice became louder.

At this time, several tall locals emerged from the crowd.

"Let him go, foreign boy."

A burly man stood in front of Wayne and said, seemingly the leader among these people.

"He stole my stuff."

Wayne glanced at the burly man and did not let go.

"How could I steal something if he lied?"

The little Indian tried hard to pull his arm out of Wayne's hand, but Wayne's hand held him firmly like an iron clamp.

After trying several times, not only could I not pull my hand out, but it actually caused some pain in my arm.

So he glanced at the burly man for help.

"I want you to let him go. This is not your country."

The burly man lowered his head slightly and said in Wayne's ear.

At this time, the onlookers had obviously reacted. The moment the burly man came out, the topic of discussion changed from what will happen to the little man later to what will happen to Wayne later.

But no one came forward to seek justice.

"Do you know who I am"

Wayne cocked his head to the other side.

As soon as the burly man approached, Wayne smelled a strong smell of sweat, as if he hadn't showered in weeks.

"Who are you"

The burly man's expression changed slightly.

They are a professional group of thieves, considered veterans here.

But if the prey they choose really has some background, most of them will choose to admit it and apologize to the other party.

"My name is Nick Fury."

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