Marvel's King of the Undead

Chapter 99 Do You Know Who I Am?
Wayne lay lazily on the sofa in the leisure area, staring at the retro clock not far away in a daze.

Although he will be performing the first task in his life in a while, there is no trace of tension on Wayne's face, as if he is about to go on a trip, Wayne even hums softly. singing.

The second hand of the clock slowly moved to the 12 position in the ticking sound.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong."

The clock struck 11 times in a row.

This is an extremely old clock, but the sound of the timekeeping is still very loud, which makes Wayne a little uncomfortable after hearing enhancement. Almost every night, he will be woken up once or twice by the timekeeping of the clock.

"We're here, it's up to you after landing."

Coulson came over on time.

The expected arrival time was 11 o'clock, which was not bad.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s style of work is very rigorous, and it can calculate various details, such as time, before performing tasks.

"Can't we replace this broken clock?"

Wayne asked.

"No, this is the treasure I bought specially."

Coulson looked at the clock on the wall the same way he looked at his precious car.

Wayne couldn't help shivering.

No wonder a lot of age still can't find a wife.

The plane landed in a remote open space. Since the stealth system was turned on, no one noticed their arrival.

Getting up from the sofa, as soon as Wayne stepped out of the leisure area, he found that all the people were gathered near the door of the plane.

Even Ward reluctantly stood aside. After all, the two are still teammates. Even if there is a little friction between each other, they still have to come forward at such a critical time.

"Are you sure you want to take it?"

Coulson pointed to the orange cat on Wayne's shoulder.

Others looked at Wayne with strange expressions.

It's the first time I've seen someone bring a pet cat with them when they go out on a mission.

If it is a dog, it can be understood, but this fat cat with a big belly.
"Meow!"

The orange cat lying on Wayne's shoulder suddenly became unhappy.

Lifting his flesh pad, he stretched out his little paw hidden in it and waved it fiercely at the air twice.

"Okay, Fat Tong, come and play with my sister."

Skye came over, reached out and tried to lift the orange cat off Wayne's shoulders.

During this period of time, Skye would come to tease the orange cat every day when he was bored, and would secretly talk to the orange cat.

However, she didn't know that the orange cat in her arms was actually a mutant, and her whisper became the topic of conversation between Meowji and Wayne every night.

The orange cat jumped directly and flexibly towards Wayne's other shoulder.

"No problem, it will be of great help later."

Wayne waved his hand, indicating that he really wanted to take the orange cat out.

"Are you Tony's new biological robot?"

Coulson stood a few steps closer, staring at the orange cat on Wayne carefully.

He didn't think so before, but after the cell phone incident last time, Coulson suddenly felt that these unattractive things around Wayne might be the latest high-tech developed by Tony.

Otherwise, why would Wayne bring an ordinary pet cat with him when performing the mission.

"Uh, you can ask Tony."

Wayne was stunned for a while, then said with some embarrassment.

I couldn't help but admire Coulson's ability to associate.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Not talking to his teammates, Wayne got off the plane amidst his teammates' instructions.

Following the direction given by Coulson, Wayne walked a few hundred meters forward and finally saw rows of low-rise houses in front of him.

As soon as he got close to the house, Wayne heard a burst of noise, male voices, female voices, English, Hindi, like a hodgepodge, which made Wayne, who has lived in S.H.I.E.L.D. for a long time, suddenly feel the breath of life.

Passing through the alley, Wayne came to a long street, which seemed to be a local commercial street. The dense flow of people made Wayne's scalp feel a little numb.

There are shops on both sides, and there are some vendors with street stalls in the middle of the road.

The irregular arrangement and display made the whole street look chaotic, and all kinds of garbage were everywhere on the ground.

"You're stepping on my rug, bastard!"

A peddler with a street stall grabbed a passing woman, holding a gray carpet with several obvious stains in his other hand.

"I didn't touch your rug at all, I was just passing by."

The woman explained anxiously.

She was just passing by and didn't step on anything.

It was obvious that the peddler saw her as a bully and planned to blackmail her.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the local area. The local police will never come out to deal with this kind of thing. There is no surveillance on the open streets, and they can't understand the situation at the time, so they usually let them do it privately.

This has caused many peddlers who are not doing well in business to use their brains to pick out locals or foreign tourists who seem to be easy to bully.

Of course, this also makes a lot of thieves here.

Just as Wayne was standing there watching the excitement, a very thin and small Indian walked past Wayne, staggered and bumped into Wayne's body as he passed by.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

With both hands on Wayne's body, the little Indian sincerely apologized to Wayne and walked back again.

Wayne, however, grabbed his arm.

"what are you doing?"

The little Indian whispered, his expression a little flustered.

Loud shouts attracted the attention of nearby passers-by.

In addition to some passers-by watching the vendors and women, another group of passers-by began to watch Wayne.

Seeing the people around watching Wayne start talking, the little Indian seemed to have gained some confidence.

"Let go, do you want to fight on the street? My friend is a policeman here."

The little Indian stood up straight again, and his voice became louder.

At this time, several tall locals jumped out of the crowd.

"Let go of him, foreign boy."

A burly man stood in front of Wayne and said, he seemed to be the leader of these people.

"He stole from me."

Wayne glanced at the burly man, but didn't let go.

"He lied! How could I steal?"

The little Indian tried hard to pull his arm out of Wayne's hand, but Wayne's hand gripped him firmly like an iron clamp.

After trying a few times, not only did I not pull my hand out, but my arm hurt a little.

So he glanced at the burly man as if asking for help.

"I want you to let him go, boy, this is not your country."

The burly man lowered his head slightly and whispered in Wayne's ear.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers had obviously reacted. The moment the burly man came out, the topic of discussion changed from what would happen to a small person to what would happen to Wayne later.

But no one came out to uphold justice.

"Do you know who I am?"

Wayne tilted his head the other way.

As soon as the burly man approached, Wayne could smell a strong smell of sweat, as if he hadn't showered in weeks.

"who are you?"

The burly man's expression changed slightly.

They are a professional group of thieves, veterans here.

But if the prey they choose really has any background, most of them will choose to admit it and pay the other party a gift.

"My name is Nick Fury."

Wayne tilted his head slightly, and said to the burly man with his chin.

(End of this chapter)