To be honest, when Teska asked to go to New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. refused at first, because you can't just get you a plane if you want it.

Unexpectedly, Teska recited two lines of poetry on the spot: "The plane didn't drive me, and you didn't have a problem anyway."

Sending the reluctant Sylvie to the Rainbow Bridge from afar, Tezka drove the Humvee in the direction of New York, and then less than five kilometers after running was respectfully met by the S.H.I.E.L.D. men.

For this uncle, Nick Fury really has no problem. It's okay in a sparsely populated area like New Mexico, but if something happens in New York that upsets Tezca, it's not as simple as breaking the news, it's called a major safety accident with mass deaths and injuries.

The last time Pierce just fooled him into his cell, S.H.I.E.L.D. killed a three-digit agent, and if he was left alone to New York and robbed by two ignorant, the casualty figure would probably exceed four figures.

Anyway, this time it was Tesca who took the initiative to let the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. follow, and out of various considerations for security, S.H.I.E.L.D. finally had to agree to this request.

Teska sat in the Kun fighter with Erlang's legs crossed, and poured himself two bottles of Coke with a little disgust, which was inconvenient for those who wanted to drink ice without Sylvie by his side.

"You don't even have a refrigerator on this plane, it's too backward, right?" Tesla complained.

The agent sitting across from Texca, with a business-like expression, said, "I'm sorry, but this is a military vehicle for warfare, and your country's weapons of war are also particular about this kind of enjoyment?"

Texka clasped her hands to her chest, looked at the man condescendingly, and said, "Agent Coulson, you seem to have a big opinion of me."

That's right, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with a high hairline in front of him is Phil Coulson, the king of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, who appears more often than any superhero.

"Mr. Terska, can you have a nice chat with someone who just killed your comrade?" Coulson asked rhetorically.

Level 8 Agent Garrett is an old friend of Coulson's who was severely injured by Texca's smashing against the wall, and is still in danger. The doctor said that even if he could survive, he would be a high paraplegic for the rest of his life.

Coupled with the other agents who died at the hands of Tezka, it would not be too much to say that it was a blood feud. Coulson was able to maintain this basic calm and restraint, which is why he was sent by Nick Fury to take charge of this matter.

Terska could hear Coulson's dissatisfaction, and said indifferently: "That's how you die on the battlefield, since you kill me, isn't it normal for me to fight back?" But you said they were your comrades-in-arms, why don't I look like them?"

Coulson frowned and said suspiciously, "Mr. Terska, what do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is that you all have this kind of self-division within S.H.I.E.L.D., and the comrades you thought were probably on the opposite side of you." Tesca said.

Tezka didn't directly debunk Garrett as Hydra, and some things were enough to stop on point. Directly exposing the problem of Hydra at this time will not be of much help to deal with the sunset snap of fingers in the future.

On the contrary, Texka has always felt that S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra should work together before Thanos's sunset snaps of their fingers, if S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn't been abolished before Thanos arrived, it would not have been the turn of the group of black uncles with sick IQ in Wakanda to play defensive battles, and they were hammered into dogs.

In modern warfare, there are no trenches to dig and play, queue up and shoot, and heavy firepower does not rely on raising rhinos to rush into battle...... Wakanda is really good for nothing but Zhenjin, and it is not as good as a black uncle who shoots by faith.

The ugliness between the two is a matter for the people of the earth. He was wearing an Asgardian now, so he didn't have to worry too much about them, and he just thought Coulson was pleasing to the eye.

In the Marvel Universe, this can be regarded as a model worker who has done his best to human beings and died, and when he dies, he will be dug up and resurrected to continue working.

Although Coulson didn't believe much of Texca's words, he reported them to Nick Fury as he was. These questions are naturally considered by the boss, and Coulson only needs to take his current job seriously.

So, instead of discussing the question, Coulson asked Terska, "Is there any reason why you are suddenly going to New York?" Or do you just want to travel? ”

Teska grinned and said, "yes, I just want to go on a tour." But in order not to make you too nervous, I will inform you as usual. ”

Coles introduced Texca to the attractions of New York, but he thought to himself: "Only by believing in you are ghosts, you aliens must have some conspiracy!" The woman left before, there must have been some special arrangement, wanting to distract S.H.I.E.L.D.! ”

As the Quint flew from New Mexico to New York, it was late at night in the bustling metropolis. As night falls, things that need to be hidden in the darkness begin to pop up in the city.

An underground warehouse converted disco is full of heat, deafening music, crazy writhing bodies, and scantily dressed young ladies...... All of this made the breath short, the blood was pounding, the young people's faces were flushed, and the blood vessels in their necks were faintly visible.

I thought it would be a very happy night, but before the music stopped, the screams were already remembered one after another. The beauties with hot bodies dancing close to their bodies suddenly opened their mouths, bared their sharp fangs, and bit down on the necks of those young people who were confused.

The smell of blood, mixed with perfume and alcohol, gushed out of this underground space. The original terrifying scene made the people inside fascinated, like the most fragrant aroma.

The carnival lasted for about half an hour, and only half of the people on the otherwise dense dance floor were still standing, and the others, both men and women, were shriveled corpses and fell to the ground. The dried corpses were quickly undressed, put in bags and dragged away. Corpses that have been drained of blood have a lot of use, and they can't just be thrown away.

The vampires, who have been hidden in this world for countless years, have long had a perfect set of aftermath measures that will not attract anyone's attention.

But just as the vampires were about to leave, an old-fashioned old man appeared in the hall at some point. The old man looked inconspicuous except that he was a little eerie, and the only thing that caught his attention was that there was a faint blue light on his body, as if some fluorescent material had been stained on his clothes.

For humans, vampires are predators higher up the food chain, but the old man in front of them gives the vampires the feeling that they have become prey.

"Little ones, come and talk. Are you Dracula, or Deacon Frost, or whatever? I'm sorry, but I haven't been in contact with you little guys for too long, and I can't figure out your faction. ”

A tall, blond man from among the vampires stepped out and said to the old man with a solemn look in his eyes, "Are you ...... Mephisto, the Monarch of Hell? ”

The old man smiled and said, "Oh, it turns out that someone knows me, that's great, don't waste time on boring self-introduction and prestige." ”

"However, I heard that your son was killed, and the St. Van Gonza contract that I had been looking for was also snatched away, how can you be free...... Yes! Ahh ”

Before the young vampire could finish speaking, a stream of infernal flames ignited from the soles of his feet, burning him to ashes in full view of everyone at a very slow pace.

Mephisto's eyes twitched and burned this ignorant vampire to death, what a good thing that doesn't go out and the ugly thing spreads thousands of miles, how long has this happened, you vampires know it? Even if you know, why dare you say it in front of me, do you think you're a bastard from Asgard?

Mephisto waved his hand vigorously, blowing the pile of ashes everywhere, and his body shook involuntarily, and Mephisto's face became even more ugly.

Damn, the power of this space gem is really difficult, and it took so long to barely suppress Xiao Ban.

"Listen, little imps, I'm Mephisto, the Sovereign of Hell, and I'm here to do you a little good. If you don't want to be like this ignorant little imp to be ashes, sign me this contract, and from then on, you will gain the ability to walk in the sun, and never turn to ashes. ”

Mephisto held his hands on it, and a long parchment scroll appeared before the eyes of all the vampires.