Marvel: Start with Hydra

Hell Motorcycle Club.

This is the lair of the Hellbike Gang, and they have a big party here tonight.

Clark had also heard the news, but he always felt that there was an air of conspiracy in it.

But he finally came.

It's not that Yi Gaoren deliberately rammed into the trap because he was daring, but his main target tonight was not these gangsters, but the people from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Since he can guess that this high probability is a trap, it makes no sense for a shrewd person like Nick Fury to not know this.

Clark decided that Nick Fury would be here tonight.

Just as Nick Fury had decided that he would be here tonight.

Parking lot in front of the club.

Hundreds of motorcycles are parked here, and there are many people from the Hell Motorcycle Gang. They simply didn't go into the club at all. They just drank and barbecued in the parking lot outside. The noise could be heard across two streets.

"William, do you think that guy is coming tonight?"

"Better not, I heard that guy is a monster and can't be killed at all."

The bearded man who called William took a sip of wine and whispered into his companion's ear.

"Haha~! You still want to believe this kind of joke? How could there be any monsters in this world that can't be killed." The companion next to him laughed and said, "It must be those cowards who deliberately said something to cover up their failures. The opponent is an undead monster, a bunch of trash!"

"Fake is best, I don't want to meet that kind of undead monster." Bearded William shook his head and said.

At this moment, the companion next to him suddenly patted him, pointed to the dark place across the road and said, "Look over there, is there someone?"

"what?"

The bearded William turned his head to look over, but saw a cold light constantly magnifying in his sight.

Pooh~!

The flying long knife sank directly into William's heart.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, opened his mouth to say something, but only spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and then fell down weakly.

"Fake! William!!"

The companion next to him was so frightened that he even threw the wine bottle out of his hand.

At this time, a figure rushed across the road at a very fast speed.

boom!

A figure flew out three or four meters and hit a parked motorcycle.

"It's the Night Demon! He's here!!!"

Someone shouted loudly.

The members of the Hellbike Gang who were drinking and chatting a moment ago pulled out their guns and fired several shots at the black figure.

The gunshots rang through the parking lot, even drown out the loud music.

A dozen blood flowers burst out from Clark's body immediately.

The pain ripped through his nerves.

But since this time, Clark has become accustomed to this kind of pain. Although it is still painful, he can already bear it.

Pull out the knife and rush into the crowd!

In an instant, the stump and the broken arm flew horizontally, and a shrill scream resounded through the night sky.

In the distance, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had been monitoring this side for a long time could not help but look slightly ugly when they saw this scene.

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PS: The cold is still not cured, and my brain is still a little dizzy, but it is much better than yesterday, and I can barely code, but the speed is a little slower. *

Chapter [-]: S.H.I.E.L.D. debuts [For flowers! 】

"Sir, are there really people who can't be killed in this world?"

Coulson looked at the picture in the distance and couldn't help turning his head to ask Fury next to him.

"Rookie, you have to remember that there is never a person who can't be killed in this world. The reason why you think he can't be killed is just because you haven't found the right way." Fury glanced at Coulson beside him. Said in a warning tone.

Coulson nodded and wrote down the sentence secretly.

In fact, the shock felt in Fury's heart was not much smaller than that of Coulson.

It's just that he's used to not showing his thoughts on his face, so he can't see it.

But as he himself said, there is no one in this world that can't be killed, even if the guy in the distance called the demon of the night can still be fierce under so many bullets.

Ke Furui has always firmly believed that the other party is definitely not an existence that cannot be killed.

Bullets can't kill him, they still have bombs!

Even if the bomb still can't kill him, Fury doesn't believe it. If he throws him into the lava, will he not die?

Moreover, in addition to being difficult to kill, this night demon is not much stronger than ordinary people in other aspects. Whether it is speed or strength, there is no amazing performance.

And that kind of fighting skills made the battle-hardened Agent Fury look full of flaws.

To sum up, Fury can almost be sure that the other party is just an ordinary person who has suddenly acquired special abilities. As for why he has to do so many things?

Judging from what the other party has done since his first appearance, he should have some personal grudges with these gangsters.

After drawing these conclusions in his heart, Fury was relieved.

What he was most worried about was that this night demon was actually a strengthened person cultivated by an organization. If that was the case, things would become complicated and tricky.

The current result is the best.

Even, their S.H.I.E.L.D. might be able to recruit this night demon.

After all, the talent of the other party is there, and after a little training, they will be better than those agents who have been trained for more than ten years.

However, these matters are not for a third-level agent in the Furui District to consider.

His current task is to capture the opponent.

As for whether to recruit security or something else, that's none of his business.

......

......

In the club, people kept pouring out.

It felt like poking a hornet's nest.

Some of these people are from the Hell Motorcycle Gang, but more are from other gangs. All of them have been instructed by Falco's cabinet to set up an ambush tonight to kill this night demon.

It's just that the Night Demon is far more difficult than they expected.

Seeing that there were people falling down in front of him, and the demon of the night, who obviously didn't know how many guns he had in his body, was still slaughtering fiercely, which made many people a little scared.

"Come on! Give it to me!"

"The other party is alone, afraid of a fart!"

Several gang leaders in the back yelled loudly.

It was useful at first, but gradually, these subordinates stopped listening to them.

"MD, get out of the way, let me come!"

A bald bearded man snatched the AK from his subordinate's hand, and shot at Clark who was rushing over.

The bullets slammed into Clark's body, causing him to back up again and again.

But when the shuttle finished sweeping, I heard a sound of 'Dingling, banging'. The bullets that hit Clark were all squeezed out by the muscles on his body, and the flattened bullets fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp sound. .

Clark steadied his body at this time, his blood-stained face raised his head, stared at each other, and showed a savage smile.

"Fake! You monster! Die to me!!!"

The bald bearded man was clearly turning pale with fright, but he still scolded and took out his pistol, and shot Clark again and again.

Clark dodged left and right, dodging some bullets.

When he got close, he waved his hand and cut off an arm that the bald bearded man had raised to resist.

The bald bearded scream had just sounded, and Clark slashed again.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

When the other people who were still alive looked at them, they were already frightened, and they didn't care what order they gave. They turned around and ran, each running faster than the other.

Clark did not pursue either.

He stood there, gasping for breath.

At this moment, a series of neat footsteps came from all directions, and along with the sound of bullets being loaded, small green dots appeared on Clark's body.

"I know bullets won't kill you, but trust me, these people aren't the little punks you usually deal with."

A voice came from over there.

Clark turned to look.

In the darkness, a black man in a black suit emerged from the crowd, followed by a meticulous white man.

Nick Fury!Phil Coulson!

Seeing the two, Clark couldn't help but read their names in his heart. *

Chapter [-]: As expected of a braised egg! 【Ask for flowers! 】