A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 129
The door in the conference room creaked open, and the whispering stopped abruptly.

The eyes of the participants all focused on the slightly blurred figure standing in the darkness at the door.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, everyone could vaguely feel a coercion, a sense of oppression stemming from a high position.

Seeing that figure standing still, the high-ranking Hydra officials in the conference room couldn't help but look at each other, revealing a trace of bewilderment among each other.

Their eyes met at this time, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, and then silently pondered why their Red Skull President would stand here in such an unusual manner.

As usual, Lord Skeleton should walk into the conference room with his hands behind his back and his head held high, still wearing the Captain America uniform that hasn't been washed for decades.

The people closest to him could smell the rotten smell every time, but they had to resist it and dare not show the slightest discomfort.

It's sickening to think about.

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

Although the voice was weak, it represented the supreme authority in this building, which could not be ignored.

It's just that the tone of his voice is slightly different from that of Mr. Skeleton in the past. It must be because of a cold. Who told him to wear tights and a leather jacket all day long like a dog.

Someone thought gloatingly.

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

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

"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.

Although his voice was respectful, he was a little nervous inside. Speaking out first might allow him to seize the opportunity, but it might also make him the first unlucky person.

Damn it, no wonder Heinz isn't here, he must have learned the real purpose of this meeting from the President with some sweet words, and then found an excuse to slip away.

How cunning.

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

Too many bullets?What exactly does this mean?They tried to run through 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.

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

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.

That's right, this must be the President's test of whether they can save and reasonably manage Hydra's resources. Only those who answer this question correctly can successfully run for the minister!
Just when the person who seemed to understand was about to stand up and speak, a weak voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Isn't it enough to light up?"

The sound was like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.There was a sudden subtle fluctuation in the originally silent conference room, and everyone's attention was focused on the source of the sound.

Everyone turned their heads one after another, looking for the participant who dared to make a suggestion.Standing in the crowd, he seemed a little uneasy, his face flushed slightly, and he realized that his words had caused a slight commotion.Under this gaze, he shrank his neck, showing a very cramped and nervous expression.

"it is good!"

There was a clear applause from outside the door, followed by the sound of footsteps, and the man walked into the conference room slowly.

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 floated in.

"You're right." The punisher nodded to the participant who just answered, the corners of his blood-stained mouth slightly raised, outlining a cruel smile, "There are too many bullets, just finish shooting. "

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

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

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

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

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

Blood, pieces of meat, and debris splashed everywhere, and the conference room instantly turned into a chaotic slaughterhouse. Those who used to think they were powerful and powerful were left with screams and helpless wailing.

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.

"After cleaning up, let's take our things and go." Frank said lightly, he stopped looking at the meeting room, and turned towards the door.

Behind him, there was a strong smell of blood in the dilapidated conference room, and blood stains covered the ground and walls.

The corpses of the high-ranking Hydra officials lay quietly on the ground, or collapsed on chairs, their eyes still retain the horror and unwillingness before death.Documents, notebooks, and cigars were strewn across the conference table, all shredded by bullets in just a few seconds.

After walking out of the meeting room, a light blue afterimage that ordinary people couldn't catch with the naked eye passed by at a high speed. Frank's figure disappeared in place, as if it had been erased from reality, leaving only an empty corridor.

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.

The meeting room was in chaos, corpses were scattered on the ground, blood filled the air, and the ruined walls reflected a scene of misery.

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

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

The senior leaders of Hydra, those once powerful and aloof beings, were all killed at the same time.

Whose handwriting is this?

(End of this chapter)