The days when I was making trouble in American comics

"Hahaha~" A shrill and strange scream came from the ghost's mouth, causing ripples in the air.

Scarlet color bloomed from Steve Rogers's eyes, and the heat vision instantly broke a small hole in the white skin of the ghost, revealing its chest covered with wriggling tentacles, but when the heat vision came into contact with its chest, It shot into the distance like it was bursting through a bubble, and was completely empty.

"Fuck!" Looking at the virtual ghost in front of him, Steve Rogers yelled and cursed. He quickly retracted his gaze, held his shield in front of his chest, and carefully looked around the alley, dark. is the main theme here. He doesn't know which direction the ghost's next attack will come from.

Suddenly, the alley fell silent.

After a while, Steve Rogers looked around. After still not seeing the ghost, he cautiously walked out of the darkness and came to the streetlight at the entrance of the alley.

He rose into the sky and shook off all the blood that had just been stained on his body in the air.

Then, looking at the Fisk Building below that was incompatible with other surrounding buildings, Steve Rogers was silent for a while and sat on the edge of the rooftop of the Fisk Building, with his feet dangling outside.

"... I haven't caught it yet. Its attack method and appearance are too weird... As for Umbrella Company, I already have some clues. When I need your help, I will naturally tell you. "

After hanging up the phone, Steve Rogers looked at the commotion below. He jumped down and was in the sky above a group of homeless people in a blink of an eye.

[The value of making trouble from Steve Rogers...]

[The value of making trouble from Nick Fury...]...

Taking a closer look, Steve Rogers found another monster standing in front of him. It looked like a dinosaur or a lizard. Its whole body was composed of black and blue blocks of color, and it also had a blue "x" printed on its head. A black mask with words on it, and a wheel on each of its feet.

But what caught Steve Rogers' attention the most was the black and green badge printed on the monster's chest. He soon recalled that he had seen it on the ghost figure.

"I know that you are all alien visitors and intelligent creatures, so tell me, what is the purpose of you and it coming here?" Steve Rogers said, his eyes were filled with red light that was about to come out, and his expression was cruel. , with a bad tone, he had already regarded the monster in front of him as being with the ghost, and was ready to take action at any time.

"#&@%%!" The monster twisted his body restlessly, his feet kept swinging on the ground, and then spoke a lot of languages ​​that people on earth could not understand at all.

"Fuck! How do we communicate?" Steve Rogers' eyes bulged. He ducked in front of the monster and put his hand on its shoulder. Regardless of their good or bad intentions, these monsters have already affected people living in New York and even the United States. had a significant impact on humanity.

However, as the breeze passed by, Steve Rogers found that the monster standing in front of him had disappeared. He looked blankly at the homeless homeless people who were also confused, clenching his fists with an angry expression.

"Where is that... Iktouri star? You don't have to... waste your efforts on me. You can't catch up with me at all!"

Suddenly, a childlike voice sounded from behind Steve Rogers. It was a little stumbling at first, but it immediately became fluent.

Steve Rogers turned around alertly, and the heat vision in his eyes also shot out in the direction of the sound at the moment he turned around.

"Zizi!"

A small hole opened in the ground, but the monster's figure still did not appear head-on in Steve Rogers' eyes. He only saw a black and blue afterimage passing by in the corner of his eye. This time, there was not even a trace of wind. , the idea of ​​having Steve Rogers prepare to use the super-hearing abilities of his ears to hear and argue went bankrupt.

He stared hard and carefully observed the flow of air, trying to find the monster.

At this time, the Flash Star was on the rooftop of the Fisk Building, overlooking everything below. It looked at the anxious Captain America with an inexplicable human expression on its face.

[The value of making trouble from Nick Fury...]

[The value of making trouble from Steve Rogers...]

"Fuck! Hello~" He cursed in a low voice, and Steve Rogers took out the satellite phone from his arms. The caller ID on it showed that the call was from Nick Fury, which made Steve Rogers' attitude a bit perfunctory.

"Captain, the monster you just encountered was moving at a speed of more than three hundred miles per hour! Moreover, the way it ran... was a bit strange. It was moving through the mysterious liquid secreted between its toes..." Nick Fury said in a shocked tone, his single vision never leaving the scene captured by the high-speed camera. This kind of speed and this way of movement are indeed possible only for alien monsters.

"Can we... talk?" Suddenly, while the two were talking on the phone, Flash Star rushed in front of Steve Rogers again. The cross on the black mask was very conspicuous, and it said.

Steve Rogers immediately covered the microphone placed next to his ear. His eyes stayed on the flash star for a long time, and he did not speak, but his face was full of evil.

"I... am the Zena Flash Mob. You can call me Flash Mob Star. I have only one purpose for coming to Earth. To get rid of that Iktouri star. This is my mission. It will destroy this planet. of."

The blue color blocks on the flash star flashed, and the mask was immediately removed, revealing two green eyes.

"Are you talking about that ghost? Why doesn't it sound like it to me?"

Steve Rogers narrowed his eyes and tightened the muscles in his body. He didn't quite believe that ghosts could destroy the earth.

"Damn it! This guy is not running at all. It can perform 1, 2, 3, 4...16 staggered changes in one second! Majafak! What speed is this? Captain, I need you Get more information, everything you need to know about these strange alien visitors."

However, the one who spoke before Flash Star here was Nick Fury on the microphone. He analyzed frame by frame what happened when Flash Star came to Steve Rogers. The answer was found in the slow-motion repeat playback. .

After hearing this, Steve Rogers still responded calmly to the microphone. He looked at the flash star and asked, "Then where is it now? That ghost, I don't think it can be on the earth. Keep going here."

"Except for being afraid of the light of stars, this guy has almost no weaknesses. He is immortal, can create a large number of hallucinations, and can travel anywhere here unimpeded. What's even more frightening is that what you just encountered was just a wisp of ghosts. The will in the Shadow Primarch's genes was captured by my people and escaped."

Flash Star's eyes flashed and his lips did not move, but his voice still came out through the resonance in his chest and body.

[The value of making trouble from Steve Rogers...]

[The value of making trouble from Nick Fury...]

"A wisp of will? What is that? In other words, what I just encountered was just a clone of its body?" Steve Rogers asked, if things are really as what the Flash Star said, then the ghost shadow It's really scary.

"You can understand it this way, but it is only born from the genetic fragment of its original body. In fact, it is not a clone at all, and its power is even weaker..."

Flash Star said, the pulleys on its feet were rubbing against the ground, and it was twisting its body restlessly. Obviously, being watched by Steve Rogers and the surrounding homeless people had made it a little uncomfortable.

Following its gaze, Steve Rogers glanced at the crowd. He pointed to the rooftop of the Fisk Building. The stars and stripes cape fluttered behind him. After a few breaths, he arrived at the empty rooftop.

Looking at the flash star that arrived on the rooftop faster than him, Steve Rogers took a deep breath and said, "Are you serious? How strong must its true form be?"

"I don't know. I only know that capturing every real Ikturian requires the cooperation of people from other planets. Our flash mob suffered heavy losses in the last capture operation. , so last time, I could only take care of the genetic fragments of the Ikturians."

Flash Star shook his head, and his long tail swung rapidly behind him.

Steve Rogers nodded clearly. He now somewhat clarified the relationship between Flash Star and Ghost Shadow, and also had a reasonable explanation for the green badge on Flash Star's chest.

"If you can find him, use this to contact me."

Before he finished speaking, the flash star disappeared in front of Steve Rogers again, and there was only something like a signal communicator lying quietly on the ground.

"Fake!"

Steve Rogers took the communicator into his arms and was a little angry. This was equivalent to him having done nothing from just now to now.

But what Steve Rogers didn't know was that as the anger in his heart continued to rise, the black and gold patterns on his chest were taking a step closer to being completely black, and the frequency of madness surging in his blood was also increasing. Taller.

Returning from the Fisk Building in Manhattan, he randomly killed a few criminals who had just gained superpowers. Steve Rogers finally showed a smile, and he messed himself up with his bloody hands. He pushed back his hair and ignored the blood dripping down his face, and quietly changed the direction of his flight with a ferocious expression.

He was flying towards the heart of Manhattan.

Flying across the sky, Steve Rogers overlooked the brightly lit city below him and the research institute right in front of him. He took a deep breath, forcibly restrained the crazy thoughts that kept lingering in his mind, and turned his head to fly to the other side.

……

A certain base of Snake Shield.

"What is this monster?" Dr. Zola's face appeared on the computer screen, and with a condescending tone, he said to Alexander Pierce.

"Ghouls, they're like vampires, suddenly appearing in New York."

Alexander Pierce immediately turned his attention to an expert who was studying things on the operating table, and this action immediately attracted an introduction from his subordinates.

On the operating table, a white man who was tied up with a large iron chain and could not move was roaring in a low voice. There was almost no trace of white in his eyes. A small red dot as a pupil was very conspicuous in the black. Staring at the expert who was close at hand, the white man's nose and throat kept twitching, as if he smelled something attractive, and drool was still dripping from his mouth.

The most surprising thing is the blood-colored wings that don't look domineering extending from the back of the white man. Although it is dilapidated and full of scars, it still reminds people of some mythical creatures.

Ghoul? No, he looks more like a fallen angel...

Alexander Pierce was thinking to himself, but his eyes kept running across the bloody wings behind the white man, and a tempting idea was born in his heart.

But when he thought about the transformation he had just undergone, Alexander Pierce felt a little uncomfortable. His fingernails became extremely sharp and dug deeply into his palms, allowing blood to drip.

This action silenced the attentive subordinates, and a turbulence of data flashed across Dr. Zola's face. He began to search for all information about ghouls on the Internet, just as he usually did. It's not difficult for him at all, which is one of the reasons why he looks down on these emerging Hydras.

After all, he was just short of shouting "flesh and blood are weak, machines are soaring".

After a while of silence, the subordinate began to continue speaking according to the information in his hand,

"...According to our research, after people are transformed into ghouls, they will become bloodthirsty and lose the normal appetite that ordinary humans have. Only human flesh and blood can make them settle down. Simply In other words, their food is us humans.”

"Humans? Humans are too fragile."

Alexander Pierce looked at his palm without any scars and sighed.

"Continue researching, I need results, can this power be used for us!"

However, after a moment, he returned to his normal expression, his eyes firmly encouraging his subordinates to continue working, and then he picked up the computer and walked towards his office.

"Doctor, I am no longer... a human being..."

Back in the office, Alexander Pierce looked at Dr. Zola, who was still searching for ghoul information, and spoke in a low voice.

After using the Stone Ghost Face on himself and some of his subordinates, he believed that his power within SHIELD was already very strong, and maybe it was time.

"Hahaha~" A shrill and strange scream came from the ghost's mouth, causing ripples in the air.

Scarlet color bloomed from Steve Rogers's eyes, and the heat vision instantly broke a small hole in the white skin of the ghost, revealing its chest covered with wriggling tentacles, but when the heat vision came into contact with its chest, It shot into the distance like it was bursting through a bubble, and was completely empty.

"Fuck!" Looking at the virtual ghost in front of him, Steve Rogers yelled and cursed. He quickly retracted his gaze, held his shield in front of his chest, and carefully looked around the alley, dark. is the main theme here. He doesn't know which direction the ghost's next attack will come from.