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Chapter 192: Third-rate horror novels

When Zhang Ming met Dior for the first time, his first impression of him was that of an aristocratic young man who felt good about himself and was filled with a sense of superiority. All he could think about was how to take advantage of girls.

But after the big boss detonated the cruise ship and faced the collapsed cabin, Dio was not afraid of death and took the initiative to stand behind and let his friends who had known each other for less than two days leave first. This quality won everyone's favor.

Although he is a bit arrogant and always looks down on others when he speaks, and thinks everyone is a bumpkin, but as long as you get along with him, you will find:

Dior is a good man and a true gentleman.

Zhang Ming stared at Dior's face in the projection. He seemed to be laughing wildly, opening his mouth wide, revealing two sharp teeth, reflecting the frightening cold light in the night.

Just such a terrifying expression released a strange charm on him.

"Virus? Or super power?" Zhang Ming frowned and subconsciously asked: "How did he become like this?"

Coulson sighed and said: "You are not a member of SHIELD. You should not be involved in the affairs of the Bureau. But this time it involves an acquaintance of yours, and I think you should have the right to know."

Dio and Natasha are Zhang Ming's friends. Even if SHIELD doesn't ask him to, if he knows about this matter, he will rush over to figure it out.

"I understand, help me prepare a plane and go to London now. I have a certain ability to resist magic. If things are completely out of control as you say, I will go to Asgard and ask Thor for help.

"Okay, the plane is on the top floor."

Leaving Director Fury alone, Zhang Ming and Coulson went to the apron on the top floor.

The evening wind in early spring was very strong, with a little aftertaste of winter, blowing on the face, and it was a little cold. The door of the Quinjet fighter opened, and a pilot was already ready, giving a thumbs up, indicating that he was ready at any time.

take off.

Zhang Ming stood in front of the hatch and said to Colson, who looked worried: "Don't worry, I will definitely bring Natasha back safely."

Coulson solemnly said: "The bureau will not send a new exploration team to London, so you can only rely on yourself. If you need any equipment or supplies, please ask them at any time and we will send them there as soon as possible."

Zhang Ming nodded, and Coulson patted his shoulder.

"Take care of yourself."

The hatch was closed, and after Coulson retreated to a safe distance, the Quinjet engine started at full power, making a buzzing roar, slowly taking off vertically, and then rushed out in an instant, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Ming sat on the chair.

Leaving professional matters to experts is a principle that Zhang Ming firmly believes in. As the world's largest intelligence agency, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s capabilities in intelligence acquisition and analysis must be among the best.

Since Director Fury said that there was a hint of "magic" in this incident, it most likely was. He must have made this judgment not only because of Natasha's words. There was a compiled document on the plane, recording the recent events in London.

All the strange events are accompanied by the analysis and judgment of the detectives.

A monster with a cat head, a dog body, and pigeon wings appeared in the park;

In the middle of the night, you can often hear terrifying laughter and frightening wailing;

Walking on Bleecker Street at twelve o'clock, you will see a strange building that does not belong to this era. Everyone who sees this building is either dead or crazy...

Zhang Ming closed the document, turned it over and looked at the cover.

Is this definitely SHIELD, an intelligence analysis written by the most professional agents, rather than a plot written by a third-rate horror novelist?

According to this plot, Zhang Ming is the mentally retarded protagonist who knows there is danger but still braves it alone.

Next, he will face endless horrific events. The final outcome should be that Zhang Ming rescues Natasha and Dio after going through some dangers. Then in the end of the film, the demon defeated by him will suddenly appear on the mirror.

Flashing past/peeping around the corner/possessing the rescued heroine or some other bullshit like that, coming back from the dead.

Zhang Ming threw away the messy thoughts and began to think about how to deal with magic if he really encountered it.

When magic was mentioned in the Marvel world, the first thing he thought of was the Karma Taj lineage, which is good at all kinds of space magic and... melee combat. In addition to Karma Taj, Asgard also has magicians, such as Thor's

Mother Frigga, Loki.

In Zhang Ming's impression, the magicians in this world are not like natural magicians who control thunder and lightning and flames in the traditional sense. They are more about manipulating space, energy transmission, and thought control, which are more occult. They may not be as powerful as natural magicians.

Mage is strong, but troublesome and weird.

"Only magic can defeat magic."

Having said that, Zhang Ming is not completely helpless.

The only magic item on his body is the Absurd Lock given by Odin. As long as it locks on the target, it can bind the opponent.

In terms of magic defense, the physical defense has high-quality clothes, and the mental defense has Mr. Zhu’s Rolex.

When he gets to London, he will make some magic-forbidden bombs, so that he has basic control, defense, and attack capabilities. Even if something happens, he will at least have certain combat capabilities.

If it doesn't work, go to Asgard to find help.

"It's a pity that I don't know the contact information of Kamal Taj, otherwise it would be much more convenient to ask Lao Wang to come over."

With this idea in mind, Zhang Ming closed his eyes and waited for arrival in London.

A few hours later, the pilot woke up Zhang Ming. He stepped off the plane, closed the door again, and took off to return home.

It's five o'clock in the morning London time, the sun has not yet risen, it is the darkest hour of the day.

It's a "good" time to meet the bad guys.

The third-angle camera started recording. Zhang Ming stretched out and rested for more than a month. It was indeed very comfortable to shoot daily life every day, but only when he truly returned to such a dangerous shooting scene could he feel like "living" again.

The feeling of coming over.

Zhang Ming jumped from the top floor and when he was about to fall into pieces, he activated the editing and flashed to the ground.

He found a convenience store that was open 24 hours a day, bought coffee and bread, and while eating, he used the light of the convenience store to flip through the documents page by page, looking for exploration goals.

"If your physique doesn't respond to the attraction, let's try it one by one. The first is... the old castle of the Dio Brando family."

To be precise, it's an abandoned castle.

About half a month ago, the police discovered that except for the corpses of a few servants, no one was alive in the castle.

After drinking the last sip of coffee, Zhang Ming threw it into the trash can. According to the normal investigation process, he must first go to the crime scene to check, such as the London branch of SHIELD, the place where Natasha last disappeared, etc.

However, Zhang Ming is self-aware. He is a little clever, but he is definitely not a detective.

Rather than bite the bullet and do reasoning and investigation that he is not good at, Zhang Ming is more suitable to throw himself into the most suspicious place and wait for trouble to come to him.

He likes this way of solving problems.

Just like Pinru Clothing’s note: Since you are pursuing excitement, follow through to the end.

Zhang Ming stole a car on the roadside. This was a "craft" he learned from Franklin. He preferred this type of technique to learning fighting skills from Steve.

Before starting the car, Zhang Ming took a photo of the license plate number to Coulson. When something went wrong, he asked him to reimburse the car owner for the repair costs. Then he started the car and drove the car in the direction of Dior's hometown.

At the same time, the SHIELD pilot who had just left London and flew over Ireland suddenly noticed a black spot ahead.

"That is……"

He narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, the Quinjet seemed to be held by an invisible big hand. With a squeeze, the fighter was crumpled into a "ball" like a ball of waste paper.

"cough--"

The pilot spit out a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with internal organs.

His eyes widened.

We must...tell Zhang Ming that this enemy is no longer...

The pilot burned his last life force, held the communicator, and pressed the communication switch.

Click, click.

no response.

At this time, a cold voice appeared in his ear.