The Collection of The End

——Marvel, 2015——

Tokyo, Agents of SHIELD safe house.

"Hello distinguished guest, this is the meal you just ordered. Can it be served to you now?"

"Well, okay, bring it over."

Murdoch temporarily stopped discussing next plans with Widowmaker as the hotel service ordered by Van Helsing arrived. According to this S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, it is not impossible to purchase an inaccessible basement or warehouse in a remote area as a safe house, but that kind of place is relatively remote, has inconvenient movement, and is prone to unexpected events.

Unexpected trouble caused by petty thieves or drunkards. Therefore, in the case where the agent does not carry special equipment that will be alerted by witnesses, it is more appropriate to rent a room on a hotel floor or a luxury apartment as a "safe house" for a long time, as long as the manager is informed in advance

It is enough that they are not allowed to approach without calling. As for how they conceive of the tenant's identity, it is not within the scope of SHIELD's consideration.

but……

"Do you like fishing?" Murdock glanced at the waiter who was dutifully serving Van Helsing, then turned to Widowmaker and asked.

"Fishing? No, I don't have the patience for that," Widowmaker blinked: "Even if I occasionally go with other colleagues, I am the one responsible for making nests."

"Really? So you're not worried that your colleagues will lose their harvest if you spill too much fish food?" Murdoch continued to ask.

"Don't worry, because I usually leave after finishing the nest." Widowmaker replied.

"Fine."

While Murdoch and Widowmaker were chatting endlessly, the waiter placed the last full tray from the dining car on the dining table: "Your order has been served, please take your time."

"Well, well." Van Helsing stared at the meal in front of him and waved his hand casually to indicate that he could go.

"I wish you a pleasant meal." The waiter pressed his hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

Stab-! At this moment, the back of the waiter's uniform suddenly tore, and a bright blue "double-headed tail" shaped like a whale's tail with an extremely sharp tip protruded from his tail vertebrae, stabbing straight into what seemed to be the entire body. defenseless

of Van Helsing.

Ding! Ding! Poof!

Van Helsing, who was originally defenseless, instantly grew a pair of "claws" from the fingers of his hands. After parrying the attack of the "tip of the tail", he cut the "tail" in front of him from the middle with his backhand.

"Ouch——!]"

The waiter who failed in the assassination screamed in pain and quickly retreated towards the exit of the hall. His face had become ferocious and twisted, and his eyes had become hollow and blood-red.

"Do we allow you to leave?" Murdoch stood up, and the head of the cane flew out from his palm, wrapping the waiter tightly with tough silk thread, making him unable to retreat.

At the same time, Van Helsing had jumped out from behind the table, with a cheerful and cruel smile on his face, waving his fingertips and claws and rushing towards the immobile waiter.

Bang! Wow!

At this moment, a section of the ceiling above Murdoch was torn apart, and a short man in a repairman's uniform suddenly jumped down from the hole. He also had empty eyes and blood-red eyes, but what was different from that waiter was that five or six dark red and black flowers bloomed from his waist, and the surface was covered with scales, like huge octopus-like tentacles, as if to

Swallow the "stamen" of Murdock directly below.

Van Helsing clicked his tongue and had to give up staying in place to restrain the waiter. Instead, he used the power of his cane to shrink the "rope" and rushed towards the door where he escaped.

Seeing that Murdoch and Van Helsing were about to meet up to deal with the "Waiter" together, the "Fixer" who missed the mark had no intention of going to support him, and instead strode towards Widowmaker's location.

Snap, sneeze - before the "Repairman" had time to get close to Widowmaker, something was crushed under his feet, and a rich purple mist rose instantly, dyeing the red and black tentacles protruding from his waist. Bright purple, after a short delay

, those tentacles began to tremble crazily, curling and lashing randomly. "Really, I have always hated slimy and slippery things," Widowmaker slowly took out a delicate silver pistol from the hidden bag and pointed it at the "repairman" who could not move, and looked at Murdoch and Van Helsing from a distance.

Shouted: "Hey, do you want to stay alive?"

Crack! Crack! On the other side of the hall, Van Helsing and Murdock had already caught up with the waiter, but what was surprising was that the tail that was cut off by Van Helsing just a few dozen seconds ago had grown back and split into two, and was looking miserable.

The ground resisted the siege of the two men.

Although the two big tails were constantly being wounded by Van Helsing's claws, they were also recovering all the time.

"These guys are not human at first glance!" Van Helsing took the time to reply: "Kill them, kill them!"

"It makes sense." Van Helsing withdrew from the battle group with a feint, then turned his head and took off his sunglasses: "This way, lethal force can be used."

Before Van Helsing could say anything sarcastic, Murdoch had thrown his sunglasses behind the "waiter", and the red light flashing on the frames looked quite dangerous.

Almost at the same time, Widowmaker, who received the answer, also opened the safety and fired at the "maintenance man".

boom! Wow! Boom boom boom!

After a messy noise, the situation was different from what was expected. Behind the "waiter" appeared a muscular man wearing a security uniform. Each of his arms was covered with a giant "boxing glove" that was orange in appearance and made of flesh and blood extending from the shoulder blades. ", he was parrying Van Helsing's claws with one hand, and the other hand was holding the remains of the sunglasses that had just exploded. The flesh and blood on the two "gloves" kept surging and trembling, but there were no obvious injuries, as if they had just exploded. The attack is only on

tickle. The situation on Widowmaker's side was not good either. The floor-to-ceiling window in front of her was smashed, and a thin man wearing an exterior cleaner's uniform appeared in front of her. Behind him was a pair of green, butterfly-like figures stretching out. like flying

The moth, with its weirdly twisted carapace wings, had previously blocked the bullet that Widowmaker had just fired at the "Repairman", and was slowly calming those crazy tentacles.

The two new "people" who joined the battlefield also had empty and red eyes.

At this point, the short but fierce battle temporarily subsided. The seven "people" on both sides were all observing each other, and no one planned to take action first.

Tick-tick-squeak-!

What broke the brief silence was the smoke alarm device and automatic fire extinguisher on the roof. They seemed to finally react and started spraying water while sounding a shrill alarm.

After Murdoch and others hesitated for a moment, the "security guard" and "cleaner" took the "waiter" and "repairman" who had almost lost their combat effectiveness and fled through the main entrance and the broken floor-to-ceiling window respectively.

"...How do you say? Air force?" "No, seeing the types of fish clearly is a big gain."