Journey Through the Marvel Universe Starting from the Zombie Universe

The room was filled with a heavy darkness, and the wall lamp on the wall was like a lonely star, looming in the darkness. The light it emits is constantly swallowed up by the surrounding darkness, making it appear very dim.

There were also faint pacing sounds echoing, and those sounds seemed to come from the corridor outside the door, coming in gently through the door.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped and a tense silence filled the air.

The atmosphere in the room became heavy, as if suppressed by a layer of invisible pressure. After more than ten seconds, the footsteps sounded again, and the sound gradually deepened, and at the same time it became clearer and closer.

"squeak--"

The door was pushed open with a heartbreaking sound, and light poured in, illuminating a corner of the room, and a vague figure appeared at the door.

"After fighting for so many years, you are no match for me at all."

"Yes, war!" Heinz's voice was urgent. He kept moving, squatting down to pick up the papers on the ground, and then continued: "Our spies said there was a group of golden-armored warriors who came from nowhere. Kill those Hulks and beat them to shit."

These trophies are not only his treasures, but also evidence that he defeated the superheroes forty-three years ago. A hundred years later, when future generations mention his great achievements, it would be nice to have a basis, right?

He passed over a yellow stone hand and a red mask with spider web patterns, and his eyes fell on a specially placed item hanging above everything.

"Bang!"

He stood in the doorway in silence for a moment.

It was a metal shield, with a white five-pointed star prominently embedded in the center of the circular shield.

"Your Excellency Skull, I do have something important to report." Heinz's voice was low, and then he cast an inquiring look at Red Skull.

"Hulkland?" Red Skull's anger disappeared in an instant, and then he waved his hand and said: "Those green-skinned monsters should just die. Like Magneto, they can be regarded as removing a scourge for the new America I established. You just Did you say war?"

The Red Skull walked to the table and stared deeply at Heinz, the expression behind the mask unreadable. He turned over the paper and began to read its contents, frowning slightly. There seemed to be some information hidden in those handwritings that alarmed him, making him immediately become serious.

At the same time, his fingers were still rubbing the paper, as if he needed an outlet to release his inner anxiety. Heinz's eyes were fixed on the Red Skull, as if waiting for the president's reaction.

He stretched out a leather-gloved hand and touched the white letter A on the mask on his forehead. His fingertips gently slid across the outline of the letter, feeling the somewhat hard coating.

Seeing that the person who came in was his subordinate, Red Skull breathed a sigh of relief, then his eyes flashed with anger, and his voice was filled with dissatisfaction and he cursed:

"Heinz, do you want to die? Didn't I say that no one is allowed to disturb me unless there is something important when I am relaxing?!"

After this brief stay, he slowly walked towards the display window, where the trophies were placed, as if they were an open history book, recording his past glory and victory.

He did not avoid the messy pages, but turned his head slightly to prevent the pages from scratching his eyes. He even showed a more flattering attitude and said to the Red Skull: "Sir, I haven't had time to say it yet. It's Hao Hao." A war has broken out over there!"

When he discovered that these documents were filled with trivial matters, he could no longer suppress his anger. He grabbed the stack of papers and smashed them at Heinz: "Is this the important thing you said?"

The corners of the Red Skull's mouth turned up slightly, forming a sarcastic smile. From his angle, he could just see his face through the reflection on the shield's surface.

The officer named Heinz's face changed slightly when he heard his president scolding him so fiercely, but he quickly controlled this emotion.

He walked forward quickly, took out a stack of papers from his pocket, and placed them neatly on the desk:

He could always smell something disturbing in the intelligence reported by spies. This was a keen awareness he had honed over the years by spending time with the Red Skull.

The door was suddenly pushed open with a slap, making a muffled sound that made the Red Skull tremble.

Under the angry gaze of the Red Skull, Heinz's attitude became more flattering.

"Report to the President, the current Kingpin is a fake and has nothing to do with the one back then." Heinz said somewhat flatteringly.

Wearing a wrinkled Captain America uniform, the surface of the head mask is undulated by the outline of his skull, and on top of that he wears a black leather jacket, which looks nondescript.

Heinz and the Red Skull turned their heads together, and saw a tall, burly, black-haired man with white gloves and a white skull conspicuously decorated on his chest standing beside them.

Walking closer, he stared at these items with soft eyes. Every time he came here, he could recall the exciting past in New York.

A red cloak hung there, and the bright color seemed to still retain its former glory. Half of the broken silver metal surfboard was sticking out, the broken edges still exuding cold power, and a metal helmet with small wings inlaid on both sides.

The edge of the page scratched Heinz's face, leaving a shallow scratch and blood quickly appearing.

"I'm old now, but if you show up in front of me, I'm still better than you."

The two of them stood in front of the desk, with a blue hanging cloth behind them. It looked a little shabby, and the traces of time had left deep marks on it. There was a large number 4 clearly embroidered on it.

Not having time to pay attention to this, Red Skull continued to flip through the documents, frowning slightly, his fingers flipping through each page quickly, but a look of dissatisfaction gradually appeared on his face. As the pages turned, his anger seemed to be gradually building up, and his eyes flashed with unconcealable anger.

He quickly turned around and took a closer look, only to see that the man was wearing a gray military uniform with the logo of the Third Reich clearly sewn on it.

"I thought you were some kind of cruel person, but it turns out you're just a ghost who likes to wear other people's skins." Suddenly, a sneer came from beside the two people who were still thinking about the piece of information just now.

"Well, Magneto is dead. Wasn't it some time ago? And Kingpin came to power? I remember he was a gangster, wasn't he already dead?" Red Skull turned over a page and said to himself Talking to himself.

Seeing that the two of them didn't respond, the man couldn't help but snorted softly, and he pursed his lips at the window. "What? You kept my uniform, but you can't even recognize me?"

Looking in his direction, I saw a set of tights almost identical to the man's, only torn and old, placed in the window.