A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 411 Messenger

On the screen, the blue woman thought for a while, then slightly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing an indifferent smile. She took out a USB flash drive from her pocket and handed it to the drone, with confidence and calmness in her voice:

"This thing can help Ultron fill the loopholes in the system and ensure that the Avengers' superheroes cannot find opportunities to counterattack."

The drone took the USB flash drive and its body trembled slightly, as if it was scanning it. Ultron's voice appeared on the screen: "Your contribution will add a lot to our plan. Tell me what you want, and please introduce yourself."

The blue woman nodded slightly, her eyes calm and sharp. She began to introduce herself: "My name is Proxima Centauri, and I am an executor from a parallel universe."

"I want to ensure that Ultron's plan can be implemented smoothly, destroy mankind, and create a new era. I am Thanos' loyal messenger and will fight for his glory."

Ultron beeped twice, with a mechanical rhythm in his voice: "Proxima Centauri, your loyalty satisfies me. Your mission is crucial, and I look forward to you completing more for me. Now, let's start executing Plan, drone, to upload her data to core systems."

The drone's body glowed faintly and began to transmit data from Proxima Centauri to Ultron's core system. The transmission progress was displayed on the screen, and Proxima Centauri stood in the alley, staring deeply ahead.

The alley seemed even darker, with only a faint dim light shining on the ground through the narrow alley, barely illuminating a shadow. Proxima Centauri stood deep in the alley in the dark night, her figure looming in the dim light, exuding a mysterious and majestic atmosphere.

The graffiti on the wall looks even more mottled in the dim light, a testament to the passage of time. The buildings are tall and shadows wander between each building, giving off an old and solemn atmosphere. The breeze blows, bringing distant noises, making the alley seem more desolate and lonely.

The drone is suspended in the air, and its body emits weak electromagnetic wave vibrations, which is in sharp contrast to the silence in the alley. Its silver body shimmered in the dim light, its wings spread out like a metal eagle waiting quietly. Light emerges from the machine body, weakening the shadows in the alley and making the surrounding environment appear clearer.

The progress bar of the transfer was displayed on the screen, and every second was tense and long. The drone performed its mission intently, while Proxima Centauri stood quietly, staring deeply into the distance. Her expression remained calm, unwavering about Ultron's plan.

The silence in the alley was broken by the faint sound of electromagnetic waves and mechanical whine during the transmission process, all of which seemed particularly eye-catching in the dark environment. After the drone completed the data transmission, it stayed in the air for a moment, then made a slight buzzing sound, began to fly away from the alley, and disappeared into the night in the distance.

The alley fell silent again, as if everything just now was just a short dream. But Proxima Centauri still stood there, her eyes following the departure of the drone, thinking about the next mission and Ultron's plan.

After the drone flew away from the alley, Proxima Centauri's gaze followed its disappearance until it completely merged into the night.

Proxima Centauri raised his wrist and whispered: "Great Thanos, I have delivered your will. The Avengers of this universe should no longer be able to resist. No one can defeat Ultron after the loopholes are repaired. it."

A three-dimensional projection suddenly appeared on her wrist. In the projection was a tall man with purple skin, who was Thanos. His eyes were deep, with a hint of unknown indifference, as he looked at the dark night star Proxima Centauri.

Thanos didn't speak, just nodded with a sneer. His existence seemed like an insurmountable mountain, exuding inviolable majesty. Thanos in the projection seems to be satisfied with Ultron's plan and the contribution of Proxima Centauri, but his silence contains more unknowns and far-reaching strategies. The eyes of Proxima Centauri revealed a kind of piety and awe. At this moment, she reached a certain tacit understanding with the ruler of the universe. She lowered her head and said to Thanos in the projection: "I will serve you until this universe ushered in a new order."

Thanos in the projection is still watching indifferently, having seen everything. His existence is like a cold statue standing in the void. The whole scene is filled with a palpitating cosmic force, which seems to indicate that an inevitable great change is coming.

"Pa~"

The sound echoed in the laboratory, spreading throughout the entire space like an invisible shock wave. Bai Ye and Pim stared at the surveillance screen, but the picture suddenly stopped after this soft sound. The video displayed on the screen ends here and automatically returns to the moment when the blue woman handed over the USB flash drive.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly solidified, and the silence was filled with a sense of depression and uneasiness. Pym stared at the still picture for a long time, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Suddenly, Pim roared and slammed his fist on the table. The table shook violently with his anger, echoing his emotion. The documents and instruments were shaken on the table, and the whole laboratory was shaken.

"Damn it!" Pim growled through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with anger. The muscles in his wrists tensed, and it was clear that in his intense rage he had lost some of his sanity.

Bai Ye stared at Pim intently. He could feel the angry energy in the laboratory, and for a moment he didn't know how to comfort the scientist who had lost control.

Everything in the laboratory was trembling with this roar, and time was frozen in the anger of this moment.

Pim stood angrily in the laboratory, his chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to breathe out all the anger. His eyes flashed with deep anger, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.

"Damn! It's unbelievable!" Pim gasped, his voice hoarse and low, wanting to let the anger spurt out of his body. His fists were still clenched tightly, his knuckles digging into his palms, showing his inner excitement and dissatisfaction.

"Everyone died for such a stupid reason!" He cursed angrily, as if he could not accept this irreversible fact. The atmosphere in the laboratory has become extremely tense, and more intense emotions may break out at any time.

Pim turned and walked towards the workbench, slamming his palms on it with a dull sound. The instruments on the workbench shook slightly in response to Pym's roar.

"The Avengers died for such a ridiculous reason!"

(End of this chapter)