The true story of murder in the Marvel world

Nearly half a year has passed since the Manhattan Island and Hell's Kitchen areas were bombed.

This place has long been in ruins. There are traces of bombing and burning everywhere. The collapsed buildings look like relics from ancient times.

At a glance, the entire area is gray and devoid of any breath of life. Even the tenacious and ubiquitous rats and cockroaches are unexpectedly not stationed here.

The former Hell's Kitchen has now become a restricted area. Except for the stationed military, no one can enter at will. Anyone who forcibly intrudes will be treated as a terrorist and can be killed immediately.

Just a heavy black rain made the city, which was originally a place where crime was bred, become even darker.

Zombies and monsters that were thought to exist only in movies and games are rampant here. Huge tentacles and humanoid monsters will kill and devour the armies that enter here.

No one can survive for one more second within the area covered by the fungus carpet. Even the Chitauri alien army shown on the satellite as attacking here has disappeared inexplicably, leaving only a bunch of alien vehicles and arms.

And those bacteria carpets that can release viruses are still spreading and spreading.

So after the Battle of New York was won with difficulty by the Avengers, the Pentagon and the Department of Defense immediately issued an order to destroy the Hell's Kitchen infected area to completely resolve all internal and external troubles.

If a nuclear bomb is used for bombing, it will be difficult to control the explosion range, and the radiation produced by the nuclear explosion will also have endless consequences. Only using the Hellfire bomb manufactured by Stark Industries is the most suitable plan of all.

After the bombing, in order to prevent the remaining infected people and the virus from spreading again, the military also sent chemical defense troops to clean up the remnants.

However, they found that the place had become unexpectedly "clean" and no residual viruses were found.

However, the government is still worried and has stationed troops here to guard it for half a year. Unmanned reconnaissance aircraft patrol the air every day. There are also scientists, biologists, etc. here to look for and study the virus they call "Black Rain". However, since the bombing, the virus seemed to have completely disappeared. Even the burned-to-ash skeletons of zombies could not find any trace of the Black Rain virus.

As a result, during the past six months, the government, military, and research institutes have become less and less interested in this place, because there is nothing to gain and it is a waste of time here.

However, just in case, the military still sends soldiers to patrol here from time to time.

On this night, the sky was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers, and even the moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds.

At this time, a team of ten soldiers were patrolling the ruined Hell's Kitchen. They wore thick chemical protective suits and carried assault rifles on their backs as they casually walked along the twisted streets that had been burned.

"Our troops have been patrolling here for half a year, and nothing has happened. The superiors must be too worried."

A new recruit who had just joined the army complained that the chemical protective suit he was wearing was too stuffy.

"Humph, you are such a new recruit who knows no blessings despite being blessed. You must know that half a year ago, an armored division's troops stepped into this place. They disappeared without even a hair floating out. It is not clear whether they are alive or dead. Maybe It was eaten by those zombies right down to the bones."

A corporal slapped him on the head to signal him not to take off his chemical protective helmet.

"Zombies say there are zombies here, but the news has not reported them, and no one has seen them. Who knows if the military is doing some technological experiments here that caused the army to disappear."

The recruit complained that the main reason was that his level was not qualified to access such top-secret information.

Even such a big event as aliens attacking New York has been suppressed by the US government and is now difficult to see in any media.

Just when the patrol team was tired and ready to sit down for a short break, in this quiet environment, they suddenly heard a crunching sound like falling and rolling stones, which reached each of their ears. The sleepy team was frightened and suddenly became energetic.

"Shet, what the hell is a mouse?"

As the captain, Christie immediately raised the rifle equipped with a flashlight and led the team behind him to slowly approach the location of the sound, but could see nothing except a stone that had just rolled to a stable level.

"Could it have been blown by the wind?"

One of the team members expressed his doubts, but they were all wearing tight chemical protective suits and could not feel the wind at all.

The captain grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and put it in his hand. However, it didn't move at all, with no sign of being blown by the wind.

"Could it be a rat, or are there really zombies?"

The new recruit who didn't believe in the existence of zombies also began to scare himself.

"No matter what it is, let's look for it again. Our superiors have said that if we find any living thing, even a mouse or cockroach, we must report it to the headquarters immediately."

Captain Christie divided the team into five groups of two and began to search for abnormalities in the area.

After searching for nearly half an hour, not a single hair was found.

"Forget it, let's stop searching. It's a waste of time. We'll finish one more patrol and then go back to change shifts."

The captain led the assembled team and left here. However, none of them looked up and noticed a dark figure standing on the top of a leaning telegraph pole.

After the black figure saw the team leaving, he jumped down from a height of more than ten meters. In this man's hand, he was still holding a suitcase.

He walked up to a huge cement block, grabbed one of the corners with his palm, and lifted it. He actually lifted the several-ton cement block to the side with one hand, revealing a slightly flatter ground.

The man walked over and stood there for about five seconds. Suddenly, a piece of ground bulged and cracked, revealing a hole. The man grabbed his suitcase and jumped in without hesitation.

After he jumped in, a black tentacle stretched out from the hole, turned the boulder back to its original position, and covered himself

The man slid in the passage for nearly dozens of minutes before he landed at the bottom, stepping on the blood-red smooth creep, and the hole behind him was filled with the creep.

He grabbed his suitcase and walked through the huge hole for dozens of minutes again. He came to a stop in front of a wall of flesh. After a short wait, a hole appeared out of thin air in the wall of flesh.

"Tulsi, you were almost discovered by those humans just now. You know what, please come in."

A female voice came from the entrance of the cave, and he walked in carrying the box.

"Ms. Kylena, I will pay attention to it in the future. There is also this batch of goods. Mistress Erica asked me to bring them to you."