The Death Knell

Daisy and the others also arrived at the door of Sophie's house. The two people were obviously in a panic when they ran away, and they didn't even close the door.

In the center of the living room is an oversized bed, and next to the bed is the erotic swing. A zombie wearing a 'black leather belt' is tied to the swing, swaying in the evening breeze.

There are many indescribable toys in the room, the kind of things that have to be mosaicd when they appear on TV, but they can be seen everywhere in Sophie's house, just like teacups in ordinary people's homes.

"Whoa, what is this?"

Waiter Gwen looked surprised and pulled the huge pink plastic column on the carpet with her toes. Maybe she touched the switch, and the thing started to twist and tremble.

"Don't touch that, dirty."

Daisy quickly gave her a hand. Only as a neighbor could she understand what an evil and unclean thing it was. Normal humans would never want to know how to use this thing.

Sophie and Oleg's home can no longer be called a human home. It should be the devil's den of lust, or the devil in Eastern Europe.

Professor Xu shook his head from the moment he entered the door, and finally spoke: "Degenerate, it's too degenerate, people shouldn't live like this."

"I agree with what you said, but you must have never been to Deadpool's house, right?" The female Thor threw Gwen into Monica's arms, and walked towards the struggling black man with a hammer: "Obviously they all have last names. Wilson, but the difference as a person is very big.”

"Don't talk about that, let's take a look at this living corpse first." Hela walked with her hands on her hips, as graceful as a model.

She walked to the swing, looked down at the zombie's face and the broken legs, and showed a sneer.

"What did you find?" Daisy hit the zombie's head with a hammer, but the zombie, whose cheeks were rotting and falling off, just let out a low growl of unknown meaning. She continued: "Anyway, I saw these two on top of his head. With his cat ears and black identity, he is suspected to be the Black Panther from Wakanda, Africa."

This black panther was quite unlucky. He was picked up by this perverted couple, and now a large ball of speech was stuffed in his mouth. He couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.

"This is not a person from our world." Hela interrupted the female Thor's speculation. As the god of Hades, her eyes could not only see the body of the living corpse, but also the soul of the other person: "Maybe he is a black man." The leopard is good, but his soul doesn’t have the breath of our universe.”

"Is this a parallel world again?" Carol reached for her phone in her pocket and wiped her hair handsomely with her other hand: "I have to inform Deathstroke that the invasion from another world is coming again. Wait, will this be followed by Are we back from the cancerous universe?”

Captain Marvel's guess is reasonable. After all, this kind of bloody monster was seen in another world before dark.

The inspector was at the end of the line, and she was not in a hurry to express her opinion. As a police officer, her habit was to let the evidence speak for itself rather than speculate.

This is the difference between a police officer and a detective, and before today, she was still a staunch materialist. She didn't feel that she had any say in the face of such an unscientific monster.

Let’s see how the seniors handle it.

"No, this is a zombie." Professor Xu poked the zombie twice with his cloudy white tentacles, and joined in the comments: "There are no cancer cells in this person, and obviously, he is too closely related to death. Yes, he is a living corpse."

"What does he seem to be talking about?" Gwen held her chin. As an art student who aspired to become a mercenary, she had an idea and smashed her palm with her little fist: "I understand, he wants to That toy over there!”

However, the zombie shook his head desperately and showed great resistance. His dull eyes, which were white due to decay, actually showed a hint of fear at this time?

As a dead person, Hela had no worries about being infected. She reached out and took off the zombie's mouth ball, and ordered in a condescending tone:

"I am Hela, the goddess of Hellheim, and I command you to answer our questions, rotten maggot."

But this zombie wouldn't listen to her. Even if the power of the underworld pressed down on his head, he just replied: "Meat, brain, please save me and let me eat your meat."

As a god, Hela also wanted to save face. She narrowed her eyes, as if recalling the last time she was ignored.

Perhaps only Odin and Deathstroke in this world have the courage and ability to refuse their requests, right?

But, a humble zombie? Who gave him the courage!

Thinking like this, Hela raised her hand and activated her magic. Dark green smoke poured out from under her cloak, and like a poisonous snake, it followed the zombie's seven orifices and burrowed into the opponent's head.

This is a method of controlling undead creatures. No matter what kind of body they are, she can make them obey her will like playing with dolls.

"Kneel down! The dead from another world, offer me your loyalty and knowledge!"

The queen's aura is in full bloom, she is like a mountain flower blooming in the darkness, noble but full of dangerous mystery.

"I can tell you everything, but can you give me some meat first? I want to eat that little girl, she looks tender."

The zombie, whose limbs were tied and all its joints were removed, raised its head and asked Hela with a fanatical expression.

"Boom! Click!"

There was a thunderous explosion, and Gwen shook her head and loaded the pump-action shotgun in her hand. She also imitated the Terminator's classic action of holding the spray gun with one hand and using up and down inertia to change the bullet.

With just one shot, the zombie's head and upper body were blown apart, and the flesh and blood flew out the window.

Seeing everyone looking at her, Gwen put the gun on her shoulder and spread her hands:

"The zombies are going to eat me. Of course I have to strike first. Sister Daisy, remember to remind your neighbors that they should get a new swing. Just get this brand. The quality is pretty good. Also, I don't know how to do it at all. It's not tender, it's thin and small, it doesn't have any meat at all, it doesn't taste good."

"Forget it, it seems like I can't ask anything anymore. Call Deathstroke and ask him to come." Hela calmed down her momentum, her battle clothes turned into skirts, and her long hair suddenly spread out. Put his arm back on her shoulder.

Just as Carol nodded and started dialing.

"No need to call, I'm already here." The figure in black and yellow armor outside the window landed upside down: "And he also brought a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents."

The Quinjet was still invisible, but its rear cabin was open, and the girls could see Coulson wearing sunglasses and posing in the cabin.