The Death Knell

"That's weird, that zombie should still be here."

In an alley in Queens, Jessica Jones looked around with a bit of toothache, and spoke to the people around her with a puzzled expression:

"I broke off his limbs and spine, exploded his skull, and removed his jaw. I informed you immediately. I just washed my hands. Why are the zombies gone?"

"It doesn't matter, we can adjust the surveillance." Following her was an agent in a black suit with a receding hairline and a friendly smile on his face: "As long as you prove your statement, we from S.H.I.E.L.D. will give you the bonus. No default.”

"Okay, check it out quickly. I'm waiting for money to buy a drink. I've been watching zombie movies since I was a kid. I can't admit it wrong. Besides, his body smells like dead people's protein and rot, and his joints are covered with maggots. No." It’s a Halloween costume, and besides, it’s not the right season.”

Jessica happily talked about her reasoning. She put her little hands into her windbreaker pockets and looked down at the flow of the black water on the ground.

It seemed that the zombie was dragged away by someone, two people, a man and a woman. Because there were high-heeled footprints, the woman must be very big. The shoe prints were longer than her forearm. The footprints on the mud in the alley were also too big. Very deep.

Maybe the ‘Dust Angel’ from Mutants? Or Colossus in women's clothing?

The detective's thinking was so flexible that it was not under her own control at all. The image of Colossus' female costume suddenly appeared in Jessica's little head, and she retched immediately.

Colossus often gets mixed up with Deadpool, because Deadpool saved her back then, so they are quite familiar with her.

But it was familiar and disgusting. She couldn't figure out why Deadpool could find a girlfriend. Was it just because he was rich?

"Skye, adjust the nearby surveillance." Coulson turned his head and gestured to the sky. The invisible Quinjet was there to provide support. Then he continued to ask Jessica with a smile: "You said that is a zombie version? Who is the superhero? Can you recognize him?"

"Black Panther, the king of Wakanda. Although his uniform is in tatters, I recognize his two cat ears." The female detective rubbed her hair and took out a small metal flask from the pocket of her windbreaker. Taking a bite: "So when he asked to eat my meat, I acted cruelly immediately. If I gave him a chance to strike first, I might not be his opponent."

Strictly speaking, underage drinking is illegal, but SHIELD is not the police, so it is completely invisible.

"Haha, you are so humble. In terms of strength, you are stronger than Spider-Man, not to mention you can fly." Coulson looked around with a smile. There was a supermarket not far away, and it was still bright. Turning on the light: "Why don't we go over there to talk, let my people quarantine here first, and I'll treat you to an ice cream?"

It seemed like a question, but Coulson was not negotiating with anyone at all. He had already walked over there.

But his calculation seemed a bit unnecessary, because the teenage female detective's eyes lit up after hearing this: "I want Wilson's red wine ice cream, because it is too expensive, and I have been reluctant to buy it and try it."

As a result, I am afraid that the money spent on ice cream cannot be reimbursed, which makes Colson's already poor wallet even worse. All his hard-earned money has been siphoned off by Wilson Enterprises' various captain figures and trading cards, so much so that he is almost five years old this year. At the age of ten, I was still renting a house to live outside.

But he couldn't break his promise to the little girl. He still maintained a perfect smile: "Okay, let's eat red wine and ice cream."

The two walked quickly and entered the supermarket on the roadside. This was not a large store like the Wilson supermarket chain, but an ordinary street store.

There is a freezer right when you enter the door, and there is a checkout counter next to the door. There are four or five rows of long shelves in the long and narrow room, filled with various products.

The lights are flickering on and off. There may be something wrong with the electrical transformer in this neighborhood.

There is no way, Queens is an old city, just like people get old, many organs no longer work.

Tonight's game is still playing on the TV.

"With New England Patriots' ace quarterback Tom Brady getting ready for the kickoff, let's take a look at the play options for this run..."

But the shop owner didn't know where he was.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

Coulson glanced at the freezer, which represented bankruptcy, then looked up at the game on TV, took out his CIA ID, and prepared to temporarily commandeer a place for communication.

"Agent Coulson." Jessica, who had no interest in football, did not look at the TV hanging from the ceiling, but she made an unexpected discovery. She pulled his sleeve and motioned for him to look down.

In one corner of the checkout counter, there were traces of blood dragging on the ground, like strawberry jam being spread on the board, spreading to the end of the container...

Coulson pressed the earphone and gave the order immediately: "I am Coulson, team operation, plan B, to prevent the spread of biological crisis. If a suspected infected person appears, bring two gas masks and come down."

Thanks to the decades of hard work of Wilson Films, zombies are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people on 40K Earth. As SHIELD agents, they have complete plans to deal with various zombie crises.

Colson judged that this crisis was still in its infancy, so blocking the possible spread of the virus was the key.

Within three seconds, reinforcements arrived behind him. A beautiful Asian girl handed out two gas masks: "How is the situation? Where are the infected people?"

The hairless agent put a mask on his nose, handed another one to Jessica, and introduced in a low voice: "This is Shockwave Girl, this is Mockingbird, they are both members of my team. Girls, this is Private Detective Miss Jessica Jones, she’s a minor.”

"Why do you need to emphasize the last sentence?" The detective lady put on a mask, and her voice became a little dull.

"Because these two people like to drink. If I don't explain clearly, they will ask you to go to the bar with them as soon as they finish work. This is breaking the law." Colson took out his gun with a smile and made a few tactical gestures. , indicating that the three of them separated from the shelves and surrounded each other to look after each other.

Before the three women could even say hello to each other, there came from the deepest part of the small supermarket the chilling sound of broken bones and painful roars, just like the sounds of injured beasts.

"action!"

Coulson advanced in a tactical posture with his gun raised, and the two female agents also began to charge.

The hem of his suit fluttered in the wind as he walked quickly. Although he was just a man with hair loss, he looked heroic at this moment.

The store's area is estimated to be less than 200 square meters. Although the shelves are long, it is only a short distance for a well-trained agent.

But when Coulson rushed to the other end of the shelf with his gun, ready to fire at the zombies, he saw a familiar figure from behind.

"Oh? It's you guys who are here, quite quickly."

The black and yellow armor did not reflect under the fluorescent lamp, and the demonic voice was full of fun. Black tentacles surged out of the man's body, crushing the heads of several ferocious dead, and slowly turned around.