The Death Knell

The death knell sighed, dropped the dead mouse pinned to his waist, turned his head to look at the black widow, and explained:

"Actually, I really plan to feed him this mouse. Both brain and meat can be fed to him, but I hate others begging me the most. This is a kind of kidnapping, do you understand? He can't take the things I gave him. I won’t give it to him, and he won’t even want to grab it."

"Hmm, it was kidnapping. Anyway, he deserves to die... No, he was dead."

Natasha walked to the headless corpse, turned over with her boots, and then put on her gloves to check.

But as soon as she put her hand on the corpse's chest, before she had time to force her, the esophagus and trachea in her neck sprayed out fragments of flesh and blood, brown body fluid, and tufts of maggots.

"Hey! It's disgusting enough."

The female agent who was born in the red house also curled her mouth in disgust, but her willpower was much stronger than Tony, she still persisted in searching the body of the corpse carefully before she stood up and shook her head at Su Ming:

"There is no cell phone, and no certificate. I'm afraid the clue is broken."

If there is a mobile phone, there will be a signal to locate it, even if his number is not on this earth, but the phone's settings will automatically try to contact the nearby base station, so he can determine his route through triangulation.

If you have a certificate, you can verify whether the things he explained before are true. What if he lied? Although it looked very polite, it was a zombie after all.

Natasha's thinking is very clear, at least better than Tony.

"This is my earth. No one can pass by without leaving a trace." The death knell pointed to the top of his head, smiled and pressed the position of his ear: "Adjutant, call up the satellite monitoring of this area, let us look at this one. The course of action of a gourmet friend during his lifetime, er, is not considered during his lifetime, anyway, when you are active, you know."

The adjutant did understand.

She projected a map of the city, and then zoomed in on a part of it, marking a red dot on it, so that time began to flow backwards, and saw that the red dot quickly drew a tortuous red line.

In addition, the place where the red dot arrived was extended by two other lines. Obviously, when this red dot arrived at 40K, he also brought two companions.

Sure enough, he didn't tell the truth completely.

"Very well, Strangling just tasted his head. There is no memory, and his brain is horrible. But the virus on his body is contagious. I sent my bionic force to secretly block all the blocks with red lines passing through and check them. Whether everyone in the area is infected. Notify the garrison master of the New York Temple to activate the magic circle, and then give the corpse to the several great liches in the Sky Council for research."

"Yes, sheriff, in transit."

The corpse disappeared in a burst of blue light, replaced by a few identical men in black suits. After they arrived, they used the flamethrower they carried to clean up the scene and started to work efficiently and without a word.

First, everything was burned. The cardboard boxes, broken furniture, and the corpses of the homeless were all turned into coke in the almost white flames.

Afterwards, they changed their equipment, carried on their backs that looked like a pesticide tank, and began to wash the floor with chemical reagents. Obviously, they had a lot of experience in dealing with the biohazard.

"Okay, let me think about it. They first showed up in this place..." Death Knell mapped the route map to the map in his mind, and immediately thought: "Isn't this a warehouse? "

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"Isn't this a warehouse?"

Howard Strange Duck got out of the car and looked at the building lying on the side of the road like a behemoth in the dark, and the tough duck's beak curled up.

Originally, he thought very well. Would the real estate listed under the name of the United Nations be a villa estate like Professor X’s hometown?

The old manor is used as a base, but it’s better to modernize it. I’m afraid it will cost money to renovate. It’s so annoying. Only 30 million start-up capital is enough. I don’t know if it’s enough? Do you want to build a swimming pool? As a white duck, it's normal to like to take a bath, right?

It's all right now, and the troubles are gone.

Right in front of me is a circle of barbed wire, surrounding a huge three-chain warehouse, which is not as good as the airport hangar, even if the hangar is still old goods from the Cold War period.

What the **** is this place, there are weeds growing in the curb stones on the side of the road! And is that a personal hole in the barbed wire serious? What is the difference between this and no defense?

As if feeling the duck’s disgusting gaze, Nick Fury’s expression did not change at all. His face may have been on the battlefield of World War II long ago. At this time, the corners of his mouth crooked and he opened his mouth:

"It's remote enough here. For our business, a hidden and safe location is the first choice."

It's a pity that the duck is not an ordinary person, he doesn't believe it at all, just an expression that sees everything through, looking at Fury like a monkey, to see how he continues to make up.

However, why does Fury need to explain to others when he walks in his life?

He just picked up the tablet computer in his hand and shook it at Howard's Weird Duck, motioning to the other party not to forget that he still had a handle in his hand.

Sure enough, the blame duck immediately wilted, and bowed his head as if accepting his fate.

In this way, the bittern even felt that the black leather coat on his body was more vivid. He drilled in through the human-shaped hole in the wire fence, and the eagle eye that motioned to stop the car would also follow:

"Come on, Mr. Duck, I will show you the secret base hidden under the warehouse first, and then I will introduce you to the twelve team members that I have carefully selected, although there are a few thorns among them. .Uukanshu.com but I believe you will have a way to lead them."

Is the thirty million dollars for the ducks? Not really, that's a prize pool, and Fury had already arranged it.

Duck is an outsider, and he doesn't have much force. He can only rely on money and chicken soup for his soul. Ducks can speak well, bring their own chicken soup, Fury only needs to make up another board, and the ship can set sail in the multiverse!

Hearing that there is an underground base, Guai Duck's face looked a lot better. He comforted himself, maybe it is because the ground building is broken and the underground is very high-tech?

fair enough.

So he took shaky steps, jumped over the human-shaped hole, followed Fury, and let Hawkeye go behind.

When Clint walked through the fence, he became more mindful. He looked at the gap in the barbed wire because he remembered that when he came here last time, there were no such holes...

However, the king of leading secret agents has nothing to say, what does a sixth-level agent mean? Just keep up.

The two of them walked under the moonlight, the moonlight was like water, especially gentle, pulling their shadows like monsters, and in this way, they sank into the deeper darkness.

"Hidden elevator, not bad." He opened the small door next to the warehouse's large rolling door, passed through the shelves full of debris, turned left and right, and then went to an ordinary toilet, watching Fury open the secret passage. The duck boasted.

But Fury, who was praised, did not act happily. He just turned his head to look at Hawkeye, and while making a tactical gesture, he took out his pistol and opened the insurance:

"It smells of blood."

"Let me in front, Chief, you guys be careful."

Hawkeye drew the bow and arrow behind him, drew the bow to build it, and aimed it at the elevator door. At this time, the car was slowly rising, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.