Journey Through the Marvel Universe Starting from the Zombie Universe

The door in the conference room creaked open, and the whispering stopped abruptly.

The eyes of the participants were all focused on the somewhat blurry figure standing in the darkness at the door.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, everyone felt a vague sense of pressure, a sense of oppression stemming from a high position.

Seeing that figure standing still, the senior officials of Hydra in the conference room couldn't help but look at each other with a hint of confusion.

Their eyes met at this moment, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, and then they silently thought about why their Red Skull President was standing here in such an unusual manner.

As usual, Mr. Skull should walk into the conference room with his hands behind his back and his head held high, still wearing the Captain America uniform that has not been washed for decades.

The people closest to him could smell the rancid smell from it every time, but they had to hold back and not show any signs of discomfort.

"Very good. What should I do if there are too many bullets?" The president's voice sounded again, this time with a trace of imperceptible sarcasm.

Half a minute later, a group of soldiers wearing the Hydra logo hurriedly broke into the conference room. As soon as they entered, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.

One of the men, who looked like the squad leader, pressed the intercom device with trembling fingers. He listened to the voices coming from inside, and then said to the other soldiers with a pale face: "President Skeleton was also killed."

The conference room was in chaos, bodies were scattered on the ground, blood was everywhere, and the ruins of the walls reflected the misery.

The corpses of Hydra's senior officials lay quietly on the ground, or fell on chairs. Their eyes still retained the fear and unwillingness before death. The conference table was littered with documents, notebooks, and cigars, all torn apart by a hail of bullets in just a few seconds.

The sound was like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. The originally silent conference room suddenly stirred up a subtle ripple, and everyone's attention was focused on the source of the sound.

Everyone turned their heads, looking for the participant who dared to make suggestions. Standing in the crowd, he seemed a little uneasy, his face was slightly red, and he had realized that his words had caused a slight sensation. Under this gaze, he shrank his neck, acting very embarrassed and nervous.

When the senior officials of Hydra heard this, their hearts trembled.

"I know you are confused about this call, but I, your Excellency the President, have something to test you." The voice continued to come from the shadows.

It's just that the tone sounds slightly different from Lord Skull's in the past. It must be because he has a cold, because he looks like a dog all day long wearing tights and a leather jacket.

A clear shout came from outside the door, and then followed by footsteps, the man slowly walked into the conference room.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the fire flashed in the conference room instantly.

Too many bullets? What exactly does this mean? They tried to quickly recall recent events in their minds, looking for any possible clues.

What kind of question is this? President Skeleton usually asks questions about how to humiliate those heroes, how to be wary of Doctor Doom who is close to him, and so on.

The next moment, the Punisher quickly pulled out a pair of submachine guns with large-capacity magazines from behind, and pointed the cold muzzles at the Hydra officials.

Hearing this, the faces of the other soldiers were filled with panic and uneasiness.

The sound of the gunfire was deafening, and the bullets poured out like a violent storm, directly beating the Hydra officials into sieves.

How cunning.

Although the voice was weak, it represented the supreme authority in this building and was impossible to ignore.

Behind him, the dilapidated conference room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and blood stains covered the floor and walls.

"Why do I seem to have seen this one in the president's collection?" an official muttered.

Yes, this must be a test by His Excellency the President to see if they can conserve and reasonably manage Hydra's resources. Only those who answer this question correctly can successfully run for minister!

Just when the person who seemed to understand was about to stand up and speak, a weak voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Wouldn't it be better to light it up?"

It's disgusting to think about.

However, contrary to the Red Skull President that Hydra officials expected, what appeared in front of them was a man in black tights. The white skull pattern dyed red on his chest was extremely eye-catching, and the smell of blood Also drifted in.

"Excuse me, do you have any doubts?" After a long silence, a senior official finally couldn't help but speak, expressing everyone's curiosity and expectations.

"After cleaning up, take your things and let's go." Frank said calmly. He stopped looking at the conference room and turned towards the door.

What's going on today? It's really confusing.

After walking out of the conference room, a light blue afterimage that ordinary people could not catch with the naked eye passed by at a very fast speed. Frank's figure disappeared on the spot, as if it had been erased from reality, leaving only an empty corridor.

"You're right." The punisher nodded to the participant who just answered, and the corners of his blood-stained mouth slightly raised, outlining a cruel smile, "If you have more bullets, just shoot them and you'll be fine. "

Some people think so happily.

Soon, one of the participants slapped his thigh and raised his head in enlightenment. A glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes. He felt that he had figured it out.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Some vague words came from the shadows outside the door, like a breeze blowing, attracting the attention of Hydra officials.

After the screams gradually weakened and finally disappeared completely, Frank finally put away the gun, raised a blood-stained hand, and lightly snapped his fingers, as if to mark the end of this symphony of death. period.

"good!"

Damn it, no wonder Heinz isn't here. He must have used rhetoric to learn the true purpose of this meeting from the president, and then found an excuse to escape.

Although his voice was respectful, he was a little nervous inside. Speaking first might give him an advantage, but it might also make him the first unlucky person.

Blood, pieces of meat, and fragments were flying everywhere, and the conference room instantly turned into a chaotic slaughterhouse. Those who once thought they were powerful were now left with only screams and helpless wails.

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was discussing an ordinary matter.

Hydra's top leaders, those once powerful and aloof beings, were all killed at the same time.

Whose handiwork is this?