In the confined conference room, Nick Fury sat at the top of the conference table, Tony put his hands on the table, Thor played with the Hammer of Thor with one hand, and the other hand impatiently hit the tabletop.

Bruce Banner slid his cell phone, and he was whispering something to the Black Widow next to him, making the Black Widow laugh very happily. Patton gently wiped the dust from the explosion arrow.

Poor Ivan could only stand at the door of the conference room with his cell phone, waiting for the start of the meeting.

Thor, who stopped playing with the hammer, looked at Ivan with interest: "You are very good, at least from the outside,"

Thor gestded in his face as he spoke, "I mean you look much better than your kind, I like you."

"Thank you, Mr. Thor."

After Sam, who came back from the toilet, took his seat, the Avengers meeting officially began.

Nick Fury threw a little thing directly on the table. The next second the little thing ejected a black holographic projection, which was a virtual earth. Then the figure continued to enlarge on the earth, and finally reached the outline of a country.

"Sokovia." Everyone pronounced the name of this country almost at the same time.

Nick Fury put his hands on the table and held them together: "The situation in Sokovia in Eastern Europe has been very turbulent, and it is precisely this reason that Hydra took the opportunity to establish a stronghold in this country,"

While speaking, the holographic projection turned into a short-haired man: "Baron Wolfgang von Stark, now the leader of Hydra, is here the Rocky Scepter they are stolen."

"Nick Fury, can you make sure the information is correct this time?" 'Gears of War' James crossed his hands on his stomach, looking at Nick calmly with his eyes, "We have very low trust in S.H.E.L.D. now, we can't tolerate mistakes anymore."

"I'm using my credibility to you," Nick said, "I'm using my former director of SHIELD and a tenth-level agent to you."

"We always give others some chances to make mistakes," Tony smiled politely on his face. "I will send robots to investigate this place immediately. Once it is confirmed, everyone will set off immediately. We can't say what Hydra people will do to the scepter."

"Hydras are just surviving now," said Steve Rogers. "We can kill them all this time."

"Damn it, I can finally agree with you." Tony said.

"Precaution the words, Tony." Steve reminded.

Then Tony curled his lips: "Does no one want to complain about Steve? He just said 'Be careful with the words'."

...

At this time, Qi Ji and his three men, who had been killed for three hours from "World of Zombies", returned to their new apartment.

The three of them collapsed on the floor of the apartment exhausted. The Red Tank, a big guy who was almost inexhaustible, began to breathe heavily.

"Guys, I heard from readers about a problem before. You have zombie blood on you now, so it's best to wash it, otherwise it will be troublesome if the zombie virus spreads."

"Huh... let me... let me take a good rest first... Huh, it's so... so refreshing! It feels like I just broke free from the plastic bag that wrapped my head, and I can finally breathe...

It also feels like I just saw that the protagonist in the action romance movie was actually a damn pink cucumber. I feel like the damn pink cucumber was scribbed..." The weasel said angrily.

"Put your description, bastard yosas, or I will take your head off your neck now," Qi Ji sat down on the ground. "No matter what, I was really happy just now. I felt that my limbs, which had been stiff for a long time, finally became active. Look, my clothes have turned red!"

"Wade, your clothes are always red," said the Red Tank. "If you want to say anything to me, you touch your neck because your neck will no longer exist after you say this."

Qi Ji: "Okay, Red Tank, I lost."

"I feel... my body that I've never been active has become stiffer, and I may need to lie down for a few days," said the Weasel.

At this time, the Red Tank was almost resting, so he stood up on the ground: "I'll mop the floor, you two have washed your clothes."

"Wow, wow, is this still our irritable friend Red Tank?" Qi Ji looked at the red tank volunteering to sanitize in disbelief.

"Go and wash your clothes, or be beaten to death by me," said Hong Tank.

"Of course, weasels and I are very good at hygiene. Are weasels?"

"Yes...I... I used to be the hygiene of the entire bar alone." The exhausted weasel stood up with Qi Ji's support, "Wade, I don't think I can continue to do so mediocrely. I want to start a business!"

"I think you look like you start a business." After Qi Ji said that, he let go of the weasel's arm, and the weasel with weak legs collapsed directly to the ground.

Then the three of them entered a two-hour hygiene work.

Qi Ji and Weasel washed all the blood-stained clothes of the three people with torches, and then Qi Ji traveled naked to another parallel world and grabbed a set of tights to put on.

The red tank dragged the living room over and over again until it shone the already smooth ground even brighter.

After that, the three of them went into the bathroom together to take a shower, thoroughly clean and comfortable.

When Eddie and Russell came back, they both felt that they had gone to the wrong room. The main thing was that Qiji's three guys were actually fragrant...

incredible.

"Partner, what did you three do when we were away?" Russell leaned down and rubbed his fingertips against the ground, "Spotless."

"Believe us, Russell, even though we are evil villains, we still care about the hygiene and safety of the living area. After all, no one likes to live in the garbage dump."

...

At the same time, the punishment man who came to the rental house he had lived in looked blankly at the dusty room. After a moment, he walked slowly to the head of the bed on the creaking floor and picked up a dusty photo.

That was a photo of myself, my wife and children.

The punisher gently wiped away the dust from the photo with his rough big hands, and then slowly hugged it into his arms.

After putting the photo into his backpack, he sat on the creaking bed, picked up a guitar hanging on the wall, and after a brief debugging, he began to pluck the strings lightly.

At this time, a scream suddenly sounded in the street downstairs, followed by a gunshot.

The Punisher frowned when he heard this, then threw away his guitar, then took a rifle from behind and loaded it, then raised the gun and leaned against the window.

He saw a short-haired man running away quickly on the street downstairs with his stolen bag. No one of the pedestrians passing by dared to stop him because he had a bright pistol in his hand.

"Bang!"

The punisher pulled the trigger without any delay.

The bullet slashed through the air and rushed towards the man, and finally penetrated the man's head accurately. The man fell to the ground and returned to the embrace of death.

After putting away the gun, the punisher sat back on the bed, picked up the guitar and continued to twisp him. He began to play a song of his wife's favorite music.

I used to play a song for my children and my wife every holiday, and then the whole family held hands together and sang a happy song.
Chapter completed!