Fabricating Weird Myths, Starting From American Comics

Stark's words temporarily calmed the crowd.

It also stops the risk of Freddy's curse continuing to spread.

"It would be quite dangerous if Freddy's curse spread among the general population."

Thinking of what might happen, Stark was still a little scared: "Humanity may become extinct because of this."

"Don't we still have that adage?" Nick Fury said nonchalantly.

Stark raised his eyebrows and said: "Is there any kind thing that can make Freddy give up hunting? I'm afraid it's a more terrifying existence than Freddy."

"These words must not be spread out," Steve said. "I believe the harm they will cause will be no less than Freddy's."

Nick Fury touched his bald head: "Then do a comprehensive search for information about Cthulhu, hoping to get some information about Cthulhu."

Not long after Nick Fury ordered it, the gossip newspaper was delivered to Nick Fury's desk.

"This is?"

"In this newspaper publication, there is a short article submitted anonymously, which describes a being as terrifying as Cthulhu, named Hastur. At the end of the short article, it is said that Hastur is the brother of Cthulhu, Also the mortal enemy of Cthulhu.”

Hill pointed to the short article above and said.

"Hasta?" Nick Fury took the newspaper and read the message carefully,

It took a long time for Nick Fury to wake up from the shock.

"It seems like this person knows something. Have you found any information about this contributor?"

“We are going to this newspaper office to look for clues.

I believe you can find him soon. "

"Very good, if you find him, report to me as soon as possible." Nick Fury nodded,

"Since Hastur is Cthulhu's mortal enemy, we should be able to use Hastur to deal with Cthulhu."

"Maybe it's feasible." Hill nodded.

Now they have no clear understanding of the Old Gods.

Although in some stories, Hastur is indeed summoned to deal with Cthulhu.

But even if he succeeded, he had to pay a very heavy price to succeed.

Nick Fury felt relieved that as long as he found this writer, he might be able to find a way to deal with Cthulhu.

And Cthulhu's admonitions are valid for Freddy.

Then maybe Freddy's curse can be lifted.

He relaxed, but another headache appeared.

"Director, the murderers have appeared in Hell's Kitchen again, and their numbers have increased."

"What! Appeared again!" Nick Fury exclaimed,

"That fast?"

“Yes, it’s true, according to the survivors left at the scene.

Another monster with a human skin mask appeared, wielding a chain saw and slashing at everyone he saw. "

"How many people died, and what were their identities?"

"There were 96 casualties in total, six of whom were Orientals and were suspected to have been abducted by gang members."

"So this time, those murderers not only killed gang members, but also some innocent people?"

Nick Fury felt his head start to hurt again.

The cumulative number of deaths is close to 150.

The blood on the streets cannot be washed away now.

Now the whole world knows the name Hell's Kitchen.

It is true that there may be many places around the world with high crime rates and frequent murders.

But there is really no place where killing someone is like chopping a watermelon.

Even those gangsters in Hell's Kitchen couldn't kill a hundred and fifty people in a few months.

"Fortunately, most of them are gang members, so there is room for relaxation." Nick Fury sighed.

This is the only good news in the misfortune.

However, the appearance of the third murderer also made Nick Fury aware of the crisis.

"Who are the people who control Fletcher's three murderers, who are behind it, and what is their purpose!"

Nick Fury was puzzled.

After knowing the side effects of the commandment, Stark did not give up on developing something to deal with Freddy.

S.H.I.E.L.D is now blocked.

No one can get out until Freddy's curse is resolved.

And all communication equipment is blocked to prevent Freddy's curse from spreading.

That includes Stark.

Stark can be a bit of a jerk on some things though.

But when it comes to big things, he is someone who can definitely stand up.

…

Innsmouth.

Natasha Romanoff came to the pub and knocked on the door.

A voice that sounded somewhat friendly came from inside the house.

Natasha Romanoff opened the door, and there were several ragged old people sitting in the room.

They were different from those strange-looking Innsmouths.

Looks more like a normal person.

There are also some people who have some strange physical features.

But overall, he looks like a normal person.

Behind the bar in the tavern is a man dressed in linen.

Already a bit old, but still strong.

The red rosacea and long beard combined with his smile gave him a special affinity.

Natasha Romanoff came to him with the suitcase.

"How's it going? Madam, would you like a drink?"

Natasha Romanoff shook her head and said, "I don't drink. Someone said I could arrange accommodation with you when I came here."

"Definitely." The bartender's smile was a little strange, "But are you really sure you want to live here?

There's no way I can guarantee your safety. "

"You don't have to worry about this." Natasha Romanoff waved, "Just give me a place to stay."

"Okay." The bartender glanced at the suitcase Natasha Romanoff was carrying, and then said to the guests with a smile,

"Everyone, wait for me and let me prepare a room for this guest."

No one responded to him, it was as if everyone was already drunk.

The bartender took Natasha Romanoff to the second floor with a bunch of keys.

As soon as he got upstairs, the bartender immediately stopped smiling.

"Why are you here? I don't care what your purpose is. You'd better leave immediately after dawn tomorrow."

"Why? Aren't you an outsider too?" Natasha Romanoff said.

The bartender shook his head and said, "I'm different from you."

He seemed to be worried about someone nearby eavesdropping.

After a quick glance, he said to Natasha Romanoff: “I lived here before things changed.

Although I have not joined the Dagon Tantric Cult, I can still be considered a local.

But you are different, you are a woman and an outsider.

I have seen several women similar to you disappear here, and they disappeared quietly. "

"Did someone kill them?"

"No, their fate is more terrible than death." The bartender obviously didn't want to say too much and opened the door for Natasha Romanoff. "Remember to lock the door. If you have a gun, be sure to take it out. If you need it, call me loudly."

After that, the bartender took the key and left the second floor.

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