Walking through this enormous underground headquarters, Su Ming could see that although construction had not yet been completed, the framework was already in place. It showed just how ambitious Nick Fury had once been.
But that ambition had probably gone up in smoke with this accident. If he was right, Egghead had wanted to use the Teleportation Portal researched by Reed of Another World to travel across the multiverse. But now that they knew man-eating zombies would pour out of the door, the plan had been killed at its root.
Just imagining the Black-question-mark expression on Fury's face made Su Ming want to laugh. It couldn't be helped. The life of an ordinary person with power was just this plain, unpretentious, and boring.
Still, this metal corridor had been built quite smoothly. It was spacious and brightly lit, and when the blood on the walls was illuminated, it looked especially vivid.
In Deathstroke's memories, only killing people in a hospital could produce such perfect visual effects.
"Ugh..."
A zombie's groan came from the corner ahead, and Su Ming silently raised his weapon.
A zombie with bite marks on his neck appeared. He stretched out both hands, trying to embrace the living people before him, while describing his hunger in slurred English.
Deathstroke, a cigarette hanging from his lips, merely smiled faintly. Looking at the zombie in a World War II paratrooper jacket, he recognized him as well.
Kurt Barton, codename "Breeze," had once been an American paratrooper during World War II. During Operation Market Garden, however, he had jumped into the "Mirage" dimension and fought the natives there. By the time he came back out, it was already the new century.
He carried a small rocket booster on his back that could launch him through the air. Yeah, that was