Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto - Chapter 1422 storm is coming

The visions for several days have attracted the attention of many people.

From the crack that appeared in the sky at the beginning to the angel light and shadow that appeared last night, some people were nervous.

Some say it was a sign of an alien invasion.

Others said that it was a miracle of God's manifestation.

Some people say that it is a weapon secretly developed by the United States, specifically to deal with disobedient countries.

For a time, the public opinion was everywhere, and the crowd talked a lot.

Coupled with the help of the people behind it, the people's trust in the government began to decline again, and people marched on the streets every day.

They held big banners demanding that Congress and the President reveal all their hidden secrets.

But obviously, that's not possible.

If, letting ordinary people know the truth, it will only cause more riots, which is not the result the president wants to see.

So, the next morning.

Before Fury's **** touched his seat, he received a direct phone call from the president, ordering him to completely resolve this public opinion incident within three days, and to investigate clearly what the vision of these two days was.

At first, he wanted to perfunctory.

But then, the president was completely angry, and began to filial piety across the phone: "Listen, Nick Fury!"

"You damned asshole, you've been in this seat long enough, do you think I don't know how much money you embezzled behind our backs?"

"Now, I don't want to hear any explanation!"

"Give you three days to cover up all these **** news for me, don't affect my campaign, and then find out what those things are!"

"I'll have Pierce supervise you!"

"Remember, three days!"

"All are all..."

Hang up busy tone came.

The coffee just brewed, before Fury took a sip, he grabbed the cup in anger and threw it directly on the door.

"Fakyu!

! "

He looked gloomy and crossed his fingers.

The phalanx that was exerting too much force was pale, and the blue veins burst out one by one, looking extremely terrifying: "Damn bastard, he shot so quickly!"

He could guess with his toes.

Those who fuel the flames behind the scenes and deliberately guide public opinion are the intruders who have been hiding among human beings for a long time, waiting for an opportunity to replace them - the Skrulls!

Even...think the worst.

Important personnel such as the President, Congress, the military, and the Federal Court may have long been infiltrated and replaced by the Skrulls.

The movement of this group of people...too fast!

Originally, he thought he still had some time to prepare more fully, but now it seems that there is no time left.

"It's ok…"

His eyes were sharp, and the corners of his lips curled into a sinister smile: "Anyway, my preparations are almost complete, so let us... whoever is more powerful!"

Then, he took out his personal cell phone.

After pressing a few keys at will, a mysterious phone call was made. The other party did not make any sound after the call, and the silence was full of strangeness.

The two sides were silent for ten seconds.

It seems that they are confirming each other's identities.

In the end, with the frequency of Fury's knuckles, the other party confirmed his identity.

"What's up?"

The man asked neatly.

"The fish is hooked."

Fury lowered his voice and said a word.

"The storm... is coming."

The other side also replied with a sentence, and then hung up the contact.

Sitting in the office, Fury looked at the rolling clouds outside through the porthole, and muttered: "The storm is coming... Next, is the war that will determine the fate of mankind!"

"Hope God...forgive me for my crimes."

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Antarctica, a secret Hydra base.

A burly man in a snow camouflage uniform easily crushed the contact device, then turned and walked towards the depths.

This is an abandoned military base.

However, due to the excellent military industry in Germany at the time, the base can still operate normally even after a few decades, and there is basically no damage except for paint peeling in some places.

Huge steel pipes connect the entire base.

In the extremely cold weather, although there are heating facilities in the base, there are still many places covered with a thin layer of ice and snow.

Go through several gates.

A huge empty cave is presented in front of you.

In the circular underground cave, there are dozens of culture tanks in the depths, and men and women can still be seen sleeping inside.

They are superhumans created at the end of Hydra, in order to save fire and perform special tasks - the winter warrior!

Every Winter Soldier is proficient in assassination, sabotage, and subversion of the regime behind enemy lines, and is proficient in operating various firearms, with various abilities comparable to Captain America.

Bucky is the weakest of the modified Winter Soldiers, even if he has a robotic arm.

From this, it can be seen that this group of winter warriors is terrifying.

The most important thing is that this group of winter soldiers are still alive, and they exhale a string of bubbles in the cultivation tank.

With a single command, they can revive and become the most loyal and terrifying warriors!

A middle-aged decadent man, sitting on the cold steps, holding a red book in his hand, noticed his arrival, and said in a hoarse voice, "Can you act?"

"Um."

The man in the camouflage uniform nodded, threw something to him, and said sternly: "The next action is your personal behavior, and it has nothing to do with anyone, understand?"

"I Have a Scroll of Ghosts and Gods"

"Don't worry, I know the rules."

The man put the thrown thing in the palm of his hand and scrutinized it, and said with a grin, "This gadget... can really make him reveal the prototype?"

"If nothing else...the success rate is very high."

The man in camouflage replied.

"What if there was an accident?"

the man asked.

The man in the camouflage uniform didn't answer, just stared at him coldly, as if he had already said the answer.

"Oh. I see."

The man grinned, stood up on his knees, and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter if I can succeed or not. Anyway, my goal...just expose their true colors."

"Good luck to you."

The man in camouflage turned around to leave.

"Where are you going?"

The man looked at his back~www.novelbuddy.com~ and asked.

"I...go to another battlefield."

The man in the camouflage uniform stopped, was silent for a moment, and then said, "The only thing a person like me can do is to keep running to the next battlefield until death."

"I wish you well too."

The man blessed him: "Although I don't like superheroes, you are an exception, maybe because we both have the same experience."

The man in camouflage took firm steps and gradually disappeared from sight.

"Goodbye... Helmut Zemo."

"Goodbye, Frank Custer."

Although they went in opposite directions, the end point was the same.

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