From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

At the hospital, Matt rubbed his temples, his head hanging low with a touch of melancholy.

"You're awake." Coulson pushed open the door and saw Matt staring blankly into space.

Coulson smiled, pulled up a chair and sat down: "What's wrong? Are you still worried about what happened before? Don't worry, Xiao Zizai arrived just in time, and we didn't suffer any casualties."

Matt, however, did not relax.

He should have played his part in that battle, but he fainted because of his overly sensitive senses.

If Xiao Zizai hadn't arrived just in time for the crisis, everyone present would probably have died there.

Matt felt deeply guilty about this.

Coulson saw this and laughed, "Don't be too hard on yourself for things that didn't happen. Whatever the process, we've weathered this crisis safely. What we need to worry about is the next one."

In order to deal with a potential crisis, Director Nick Fury authorized me to initiate the Countermeasures Program, and I'm here to invite you to join us.

Matt shook his head without hesitation. "I refuse. The reason I serve as a vigilante in Hell's Kitchen is to help people you wouldn't normally see. If I join you, I won't be able to help them."

Coulson wasn't surprised; before coming, he had even done a thorough investigation into what color underwear Matt liked when he was a child.

Coulson was quite impressed that he came here just to give it a try.

"However, if this happens again, please contact me and I will definitely help," Matt said.

"Okay, but since you're going back, I have another plan you'd like to hear about?" Coulson pulled out a file folder.

In addition to the fonts used by ordinary people, the document also contains densely packed small dots, which is Braille.

Matt took it, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled, "Looks like you were prepared, Coulson."

"For the safety of the people of America, we always have to be fully prepared. In addition to you here, we have also arranged for Deadpool..." Coulson felt a headache coming on when he talked about Deadpool, who often made jokes about Hydra at S.H.I.E.L.D.

They said things like S.H.I.E.L.D. had been infiltrated by Hydra, and even said things like "Long live Captain Hydra."

This startled one of the agents, who instinctively shot Deadpool in the head.

If Deadpool didn't have amazing regenerative abilities, he would have been killed long ago.

So Coulson gave Deadpool a job: to find the missing Wolverine and the remaining X-Men.

"Jessica Jones, Frank, Luke Cage, are these the teammates you found for me?"

Coulson's expression turned serious: "The place where Ren Woxing and Xiao Zizai fought is still under strict surveillance by S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel."

The traces left by the battle are equivalent to the dropping of ten Tomahawk cruise missiles.

To defend our territory and freedom, we need more power! Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D. has named this initiative "Project Defenders!"

The fist-sized Shadow Eater disappeared silently from the shadows, transmitting all the information it had seen and heard to Li Ang.

"The Defender Project? Could it have been corrupted by the Heavenly Dao? Well, at least it saves me the trouble of searching for it all by myself."

Li Ang turned over the cards in his hand.

[Zhuge Qing], [Wang Ye]...

"In the upcoming storyline, we need to create a major outbreak within S.M.A.L.D. to instill a greater sense of crisis in the Arikan government, thus facilitating the implementation of my next plan..."

Li Ang pulled out his only scene card, "Raccoon City," from the golden treasure chest.

Raccoon City has immense potential; the key is how to use it.

Li Ang already has an excellent script to showcase this place to the world!

"Let's continue then, and give the vampires of Arikeng a little surprise."

……

In Hell's Kitchen, Zhao Guizhen opened his eyes, smiled as he looked at the struggling and trembling "Murakami," and said, "I've succeeded, Daoist Master!"

Besides Murakami, who had turned into a zombie, there were several other corpses inside the house.

And four fingers that dared not even breathe.

"Not bad, but not enough." Zhao Guizhen pondered for a moment and said, "I've heard that you in America also have these blood-sucking monsters."

"Yes," Madam Gao said, "there are vampires."

She glanced at Zhao Guizhen and tentatively asked, "Do you need us to catch a few vampires for you?"

The vampires are not easy to deal with and are an opponent that needs to be treated with caution.

But compared to the incredibly mysterious Zhao Guizhen, Madam Gao would rather deal with the vampire!

"No need, just find their location for me." Zhao Guizhen glanced at Murakami, who was dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes and wearing a copper coin mask, and said with satisfaction, "It's time to start the plan."

That evening, an unlicensed delivery truck stopped at a mansion in the suburbs of New York.

As soon as the car came to a stop, several "people" dressed in work clothes, their entire bodies covered, emerged from the bushes.

"The recent batches have all been of good quality; you're in for a treat tonight." The driver rolled down the window, a slight smile revealing sharp fangs at the corners of his lips.

"And what's been going on with you guys lately? Delivering and receiving packages is getting more and more troublesome."

"It's all because of the Daywalker. That guy killed a lot of our comrades and we don't know where he is now. We can only proceed with caution," the contact complained. "Open the door, let's check the goods."

"Okay."

The transport vehicle reeked of a foul stench, and more than a dozen iron cages were crammed with people, mostly women and children, covered in filth and with blank expressions.

The contact frowned slightly: "Let me tell you, boss, at least pay attention to food safety. How are we supposed to eat something like this?"

"It'll be clean after a wash," the driver chuckled, then suddenly his hands pierced through the carriage door, grabbing him directly from his seat.

The sharp nails pierced the driver's lower ribs in an instant, and before the driver could scream, the cold touch was already on his neck.

"wait……"

The artery was punctured.

In despair, the driver heard only a "gurgling" sound, like a juice box being emptied, before he passed out.

"What happened? Why aren't you saying anything?"

After inspecting the goods, the vampire walked around in a circle, puzzled, and then his eyes widened instantly.

"Watfa, what the hell is this thing?"

The zombie casually tossed the driver, whose appearance had become "extremely gaunt," onto the ground. The copper coin mask trembled slightly, and the blood mixed with the red rope was not very noticeable.

"The Reaper!" the vampire screamed, immediately attracting his companions.

The group immediately raised their submachine guns, which were loaded with ultraviolet bullets, and unleashed a torrent of bullets.

If it were still the same clumsy jumping zombie from a few days ago, it might actually be killed by the concentrated fire of ultraviolet bullets.

however!

After being fed by Zhao Guizhen for several days, and with Chu Renmei's soul returning to her body and her drinking vampire blood, Murakami has become a special flying zombie!

His fighting ability is no weaker than Uncle Dong in "Zombie"!