The Death Knell

At the same time, somewhere outside the Marvel multiverse.

There is no matter in the vast void, but here is a huge space station like a mechanical jellyfish, which stands between'existence' and'nonexistence'.

There are countless metal tentacles protruding under the mushroom-hat-like space station body, each of which is thicker than the earth in diameter. Now they plunge into a red ocean. With the rhythm of the space station, circles of ripples are spreading in the red sea. rise.

It wasn't actually the sea, but a **** dream. This multi-universe dream had already been dyed red by chaos at this time.

Through the tentacles of dream dimensions to penetrate into the dreams of different parallel universes, the owners of this space station, this mysterious civilization, have been monitoring the 3,281,800 single universes they have mastered.

In the control room of the space station, there is a robot with dozens of arms installed. While he is frantically operating various buttons on the console like an assembly line, he is reporting to someone who doesn't know.

"Sink into the dream space, the central network connection...Earth 1709 is offline...Earth 3278 is offline...Earth 16308 is offline...Earth 219 is offline. Guardian, in the past second, we have lost In the past hour, we have lost 29,712 connections between the four worlds, and this speed is still accelerating."

There is only silence in the void. Through the monitoring equipment of the space station, one can only see the tentacles extending and retracting. The retracted tentacles indicate that there is no parallel world on the corresponding coordinates in the past.

"..."

A silent communication was passed to the robot. His name was the supervisor, who was responsible for processing numerous data and logistical affairs. After receiving the order, his striped eyepiece lit up with a red light and responded with a mechanical voice:

"The instruction is received, start the workflow platform 616, input energy, stimulate the upgrade of the corresponding universe, and create a star mark. It has been completed."

"..."

The supervisor was still tapping on the console, his fingers looked like pieces of soft metal plates, and he made a suggestion during his work:

"Understood, space is exchanged for time, but I don't think mortals can delay the attack beyond the Protoss for us. Maybe we should consider a full-scale war?"

"..."

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The flying carpet that the magic floating cloak turned into took a few people for a low-altitude drive in New York City. The flight speed was very slow, because the little black spider wanted to find the black widow on the way to see if there were any survivors by the way.

Anyway, the spider totem can sense that Jessica Drew is alive, and now even the mood is very stable, indicating that there is no problem.

But where the zombies passed, almost no creatures survived, not to mention human flesh, even the complete leaves are invisible. Those living dead are more powerful than locusts, and they want to eat anything.

As for human beings, if too many zombies are thrown down at the same time, it is equivalent to falling into the flesh of the piranha school, and even the bones are eaten in the blink of an eye.

If you were just caught and bitten by a few zombies, you would stand up again in a few minutes and join the zombies to become a part of the tide of corpses.

So Miles kept lying on the edge of the flying carpet and looking down, but only saw burning vehicles, pools of blood under the street lights, and the staggering figure wandering blindly in the street.

"The United States can still stand it, if the remaining states can still be considered the United States." Skye took the tablet to explain to a few people, the evening breeze lifted her long hair, the girl's face was full of seriousness: "My sniffer worm detected a lot of data flows from the headquarters of SHIELD to branches around the world. Now someone is commanding and resisting, but the security codes of SHIELD between the two universes are different. Hacking into the cameras of each sub-base can only look at traffic videos."

This is actually nothing good, most of the roads are full of waves of zombies.

After speaking, she also looked at the death knell, asking her whether to find a safe place and let her try again.

Although it is safe on the flying carpet, the constant movement has too much influence on the signal. As a hacker, network fluctuations are one of the things that make her angry the most.

"Once a superhero is infected, it is only a matter of time before the earth falls." Su Ming covered the cigarette with his palm, and the small red dots flickered in the dark: "I want to know where Nick Fury from 1610 is? He was not with Miss Drew. Speaking of which, he is different from the black marinated egg on our planet. This person is darker and more despicable."

"I don't know if it's dark or not, but he is really bad." Miles stretched out his arm and lifted a section of his uniform on his arm to show everyone the position of the black elbow: "I was not with Mr. Deathstroke not long ago. We went to deal with the successor family together. After I came back, I was arrested by Fury. He gave me Veritaserum every day, which made my mind confused until now."

The skin color is too dark to see the needle's eye, but Miles still raised his arm, wanting to be seen by others, and help him with a few words of justice.

How can normal people give teenagers Veritaserum?

Skye tilted his mouth a bit, and continued to fiddle with the tablet: "It always feels that the director on our planet can do similar things, and he feels strangely dark..."

"I think, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Director Fury still has a bottom line." Jessica still had a frustrated expression, and compared with her small hand on the neck: "He is a man in a turtleneck sweater, let It’s okay for him to kill teenagers 80% of the time, but torturing people is not his style."

"Didn't you just meet the chief? Why do you feel that you are familiar?"

Skye was a little strange, and the movement of her hand paused.

"It's just that you know that time." Jessica sat cross-legged on the flying carpet, propped her chin with her arm: "In fact, Nick Fury came to me many times later and wanted me to join S.H.I.E.L.D. Always thinking about it."

After listening to the shock wave girl, she showed a strange expression, raised her hand to cover her mouth and whispered:

"Don't come. If I had the election, I would definitely not join S.H.I.E.L.D., even if Coleson treats me very well, but the agents have too many rules. You can't drink alcohol or say anything during the action. I wonder if the people around me are Hydras. It’s simply not a human life, and the salary is very small."

"Very few? What level of agent are you?" Jessica blinked and talked about money, then she would not be sleepy.

"I have participated in several operations and made meritorious service. I am now a second-level agent and only give $3,000 a month. It is completely different from the agent's life I have seen in movies before. The treatment of S.H.I.E.L.D. is not as good as fbi. Woolen cloth."

Skye complained that at this salary level, she was afraid that she would end up with Coulson, and when she was fifty years old, she would have to rent a house. The house was still a pigeon cage...

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief. She touched her chin: "That's okay. Fury said that as long as I can join S.H.I.

Skye: "...It's not fair."