A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 126 Living in the same room with the past

The room is filled with a thick darkness, and the wall lamp on the wall is like a lonely star, looming in the darkness.The light it emitted was constantly being swallowed by the surrounding darkness, making it look very dim.

There are also faint pacing sounds echoing, those sounds seem to come from the corridor outside the door, gently passing through the door.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped and a tense silence filled the air.

The atmosphere in the room became heavy, as if suppressed by an invisible pressure. After more than ten seconds, the footsteps sounded again, and the sound gradually deepened, and at the same time became clearer and closer.

"squeak--"

The door was pushed open with a heartbreaking sound, and light poured in, illuminating a corner of the room, and a vague figure appeared at the door.

He stood at the door, silent for a moment.

After this brief stay, he walked slowly towards the window, where the trophies were placed, like an open history book, recording his past glory and victories.

When he got close, he gazed at these objects softly. Every time he came here, he could recall the exciting past in New York.

A red cloak hung there, and the bright color seemed to still retain its former glory.Half of the broken silver metal surfboard was sticking out, the broken edges still exuding cold power, and a metal helmet with small wings inlaid on both sides.

These trophies are not only his treasures, but also evidence that he defeated the superheroes 43 years ago. A hundred years later, when future generations mention his great achievements, it would be nice to have a basis, right?
He passed over a yellow stone hand and a red mask with spider web patterns, and his eyes fell on an item that was hung above everything and placed separately.

It was a metal shield, with a white five-pointed star prominently embedded in the center of the round shield.

The corners of Red Skull's mouth turned up slightly, forming a sarcastic smile. From his angle, he could just see his face from the reflection on the shield's surface.

Wearing a crumpled Captain America uniform, the surface of the head mask was outlined by the outline of his skull, and on top of that he wore a black leather jacket, which looked nondescript.

"After fighting for so many years, it turns out that you are no match for me at all."

He stretched out a leather-gloved hand and touched the white letter A on the mask on his forehead. His fingertips gently slid across the outline of the letter, feeling the somewhat hard coating.

"I'm old now, but if you show up in front of me, I'm still stronger than you"

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly pushed open with a slap, and there was a muffled sound, which made the Red Skull tremble in fright.

He hastily turned around and took a closer look, only to see that the visitor was wearing a gray military uniform with the logo of the Third Reich clearly stitched on it.

Seeing that the person who came in was his subordinate, the Red Skull breathed a sigh of relief, then his eyes flashed with anger, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction and cursed:
"Heinz, do you want to die? Didn't I say that when I'm relaxing, if there's nothing important, no one is allowed to disturb me?!"

The officer named Heinz's face changed slightly when he heard his president scolding him so fiercely, but he quickly controlled this emotion.

He walked forward quickly, took out a stack of papers from his pocket, and stacked them neatly on the desk:

"Your Excellency Skeleton, there is indeed something important to report." Heinz said in a low voice, and then cast an inquiring look at Red Skull.

The Red Skull walked to the table and stared deeply at Heinz, the expression behind the mask unreadable.He turned over the paper and began to read its contents, frowning slightly.There seemed to be some information hidden in those handwritings that alarmed him, making him immediately become serious.

The two of them stood in front of the desk, with a blue hanging cloth behind them. It looked a little shabby, and the traces of time had left deep marks on it. There was a large number 4 clearly embroidered on it.

"Well, Magneto is dead, hasn't it been a while? And Jin Bin is on the throne? I remember that he was a gangster, didn't he die a long time ago?" Red Skull turned a page and said to himself talking to himself.

"Report to the President, this Jin is not a counterfeit now, and has nothing to do with the one back then." Heinz said flatteringly.

Having no time to pay attention to these, Red Skull continued to flip through the document, frowning slightly, his fingers flipping through each page quickly, but a look of dissatisfaction gradually appeared on his face.As the pages were turned, his anger seemed to be gradually accumulating, and there was an unconcealable anger in his eyes.

When he found that these documents were full of trivial matters, he could no longer suppress his anger, grabbed the stack of papers, and slammed them hard at Heinz: "Is this the important thing you said?"

The edge of the paper scratched Heinz's face, leaving a shallow scratch, and bloodstains emerged quickly.

Under the angry gaze of Red Skull, Heinz's attitude became more flattering.

He did not avoid the messy pages, but turned his head slightly to prevent the pages from scratching his eyes. He even showed a more flattering attitude and said to the Red Skull: "Sir, I haven't had time to say it yet. It's Hao Hao." A war has broken out over there in the land of Ke!"

"Hulk's Land?" Red Skull's anger disappeared instantly, and then he waved his hand and said, "Those green-skinned monsters will die if they die, just like Magneto. Did you say war?"

"Yes, war!" Heinz's voice was rapid, and he kept moving. He knelt down to pick up the papers on the ground, and then said, "Our spies said that there are a group of gold-armored warriors who don't know where they came from." Kill those Hulks and beat the shit out of them."

At the same time, his fingers were still rubbing the paper, as if he needed an outlet to release his inner unease, Heinz's gaze was fixed on the Red Skull, as if waiting for the president's reaction.

From the information reported by the spies, he could always smell a disturbing atmosphere, which was the keen perception he had honed over the years by the Red Skull.

"What kind of ruthless character do I think you are, but it turns out that you are just a ghost who likes to wear other people's skin." Suddenly, a sneer came from the two who were still thinking about the information just now.

Heinz and the Red Skull turned their heads together, and saw a tall, burly, black-haired man with white gloves and a white skull conspicuously decorated on his chest standing beside them.

Seeing that the two of them didn't respond, the man couldn't help but snorted softly, and he pouted into the window. "What? Keep my uniform, and I don't even recognize it?"

Looking in his direction, I saw a set of tights almost identical to the man's, only torn and old, placed in the window.

(End of this chapter)