Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1422: The storm is coming

The vision for several days has attracted the attention of many people.

From the cracks that appeared in the sky at the beginning, to the light and shadow of angels that appeared last night, some people were aroused to nervousness.

Some people say that it is a sign of alien invasion.

It was also said that it was a miracle of God's manifestation.

A few people said that it was a weapon secretly developed by the United States, specifically to deal with disobedient countries.

All of a sudden, there was a lot of public opinion, and the crowd talked a lot.

Combined with the fueling of the people behind the scenes, people's trust in the government began to decline again, and there were people parading on the streets every day.

They held up big banners, asking Congress and the president to disclose all hidden secrets.

But obviously, this is impossible.

If ordinary people know the truth, it will only cause greater riots, and this is not the result the president wants to see.

So, the next morning.

Fry received a direct phone call from the president before his **** touched the seat, ordering him to completely resolve this public opinion incident within three days, and to investigate clearly what the vision in the past two days was.

At first, he wanted to be perfunctory.

But then, the president became completely angry, and began to shout across the phone: "Listen, Nick Fury!"

"You **** moth, you've been in this seat long enough, do you think I don't know how much money you embezzled behind our backs?"

"Now, I don't want to hear any explanation!"

"I'll give you three days to cover up all the **** news, don't affect my campaign, and then find out for me what those things are!"

"I'll let Pierce supervise you!"

"Remember, three days!"

"All are..."

The busy tone for hanging up came.

Before he took a sip of the freshly brewed coffee, Fury grabbed the cup angrily and threw it directly on the door.

"Fakeyu!

! "

He looked sullen and crossed his fingers.

The phalanges that were too hard were pale, and the veins were bulging one by one. It looked horrifying: "Damn bastard, you made a move so quickly!"

He can guess with his toes.

Those who are fueling the flames behind the scenes and deliberately guiding the public opinion are the invaders who have been hiding among human beings for a long time, waiting for an opportunity to replace them—the Skrulls!

Even... think the worst.

Important personnel such as the president, the Congress, the military, and the federal court may have been infiltrated and replaced by the Skrulls long ago.

The movements of this group of people... are too fast!

At first, he thought that he still had some time to prepare more, but now it seems that there is no time.

"It's okay..."

His eyes were sharp, and a sinister smile curled up on the corner of his lips: "Anyway, my preparations here are almost finished, let us... who is more powerful!"

Then, he took out his personal cell phone.

After pressing a few keys at will, a mysterious call was made. After the call was connected, the other party did not make any sound, and the silence was full of weirdness.

The two sides were silent for more than ten seconds.

It seems to be confirming each other's identities.

Finally, with the frequency of Fury's knuckles, the other party confirmed his identity.

"What is it?"

The man asked cleanly.

"The fish is hooked."

Fry lowered his voice and said a word.

"The storm... is coming."

The other side replied with the same sentence, and then hung up the contact.

Sitting in the office, Fury looked out at the tumbling clouds through the porthole, and murmured: "The storm is coming... the next step is the war that will determine the fate of mankind!"

"May God... forgive me for my crimes."

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Antarctica, a secret Hydra base.

The burly man in a snow camouflage uniform easily crushed the contact device, then turned and walked to the depths.

This is an abandoned military base.

However, due to Germany's excellent military industry back then, even after decades, the base can still operate normally, and there is basically no damage except for paint peeling off in some places.

Huge steel pipes connect the entire base.

In the extremely cold weather environment, although there are heating facilities in the base, there are still many places covered with a thin layer of ice and snow.

Pass through several gates.

A huge empty cave is presented in front of you.

In the circular underground cave, there are dozens of cultivation tanks placed in the depths, and sleeping men and women can still be seen inside.

They are superhumans created at the end of Hydra in order to preserve the fire and perform special tasks—the Winter Soldier!

Every Winter Soldier is proficient in many abilities such as assassination, sabotage, and subversion of the regime behind enemy lines, and is proficient in operating various firearms, with abilities comparable to Captain America.

Bucky is the weakest of all the transformed Winter Soldier, even if he has a mechanical arm.

It can be seen that these winter soldiers are terrible.

The most important thing is that these winter warriors are still alive. They exhale strings of bubbles in the cultivation tank.

As long as one command is needed, they can be revived and become the most loyal and fearsome warriors!

A middle-aged decadent man, sitting on the cold steps, holding a red book in his hand, noticing his arrival, said in a hoarse voice: "Can we act now?"

"Yeah."

The man in camouflage uniform nodded, threw something to him, and said indifferently: "The next action is your personal action, which has nothing to do with anyone, understand?"

"I Have a Book of Ghosts and Gods"

"Don't worry, I know the rules."

The man looked at the thrown thing in his palm, grinned and said, "This little thing... can it really reveal its original form?"

"If nothing else... the success rate is very high."

The man in camouflage uniform replied.

"What if there is an accident?"

the man asked.

The man in the camouflage uniform didn't answer, but just stared at him coldly, as if he had already spoken the answer.

"Hehe... I understand."

The man grinned, stood up on his knees, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter if I succeed or not, anyway, my goal...is just to expose their true colors."

"Good luck."

The man in camouflage turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

The man looked at his back ~IndoMTL.com~ and asked.

"I...go to another battlefield."

The man in the camouflage uniform stopped, was silent for a moment, and then said: "The only thing a person like me can do is to keep rushing to the next battlefield until he dies."

"Good luck to you too."

The man sent him a blessing: "Although I don't like superheroes, you are an exception. Maybe it's because we both have the same experience."

The man in the camouflage uniform took firm steps and gradually disappeared from sight.

"Goodbye... Helmert Zemo."

"Farewell, Frank Castle."

Although they go against the grain, their end points are the same.