Chapter 128: Cindy's Death Vision

The piercing screams from the crowd immediately caused chaos at the airport.

A few minutes earlier.

Cindy was sitting in a car outside the airport, chatting with her S.H.I.E.L.D. colleague, Coulson.

Though it wasn't within her job scope as an expert in arachnid biology, Cindy volunteered to research her own biological project outside. Hence, Coulson became her bodyguard.

"The weather today is a bit bad," Coulson suddenly remarked beside her, startling Cindy.

"Do you hate bad weather?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, whenever there's bad weather, I always encounter unpleasant things."

Coulson struck a match, lighting a cigarette. The flame illuminated his face. "A few days ago, during bad weather, I almost got hit by a car. The time before that, I slipped in the rain, nearly fracturing a bone."

"Your luck seems pretty bad," Cindy remarked.

"Indeed, it is. That's why I hate this kind of weather," Coulson replied.

He glanced outside, where the overcast sky loomed.

"The rainy day before yesterday, the livestream of Hunter Kraven's attack by unknown creatures also happened in this terrible weather," Coulson mentioned the incident in the state park to Cindy.

"And our Mr. Kraven was tragically taken away by that incident," he added.

Cindy was more interested in werewolves and terrifying unknown creatures, so she asked Coulson, "What do you make of that tragedy?"

"I've been to war, I know what that level of creature signifies. Such killing machines perhaps belong on the battlefield, and can only appear on the battlefield, I mean the creature that killed the werewolf," Coulson said.

"You've been to war?" Cindy raised an eyebrow.

Coulson shrugged. "I served in the Gulf War, and I've also been in mercenary forces in Europe. Later, I lived in Bayonne, New Jersey, the closest place to Europe. It's a filthy place, even now, it's still a filthy place."

He recounted his experiences to Cindy. "I was glad to return to S.H.I.E.L.D., and later I married my wife, Norma. Our life has been peaceful ever since."

He was about to continue when he suddenly heard a high-pitched scream, followed by a piercing sound.

Confused, he suddenly saw a black SUV rushing towards them.

The speeding SUV crashed into several pedestrians by the roadside.

Shocked, he looked at the injured pedestrians.

His first impression was blood, blood everywhere.

The onlookers were also stunned! A pale-faced woman, with her hand clenched into a fist, was holding her mouth, her lips pulled to one side, forming a distorted grin.

A man who seemed to know first aid was kneeling on the ground, trying to hold down the head of the injured child who was thrashing about.

Coulson looked at Cindy and immediately reacted, pulling out his gun in preparation to disembark.

But several SUVs were rushing towards the airport at the same time.

A group of muscular men wearing masks descended from the vehicles, wielding standard weapons.

Realizing the vast difference in power between the two sides, Coulson immediately abandoned his reckless idea.

His primary task now was to protect the expert, Cindy Moon. Her safety was paramount to him.

"Damn it!" he cursed, while simultaneously urgently calling for backup from S.H.I.E.L.D.

At the same time, he started the car, ready to flee the danger zone at any sign of trouble.

"Damn it! Why are there terrorists at the airport?" he muttered anxiously as he called for backup from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Cindy remained relatively calm. She said to Coulson, "We need to reverse the car out of here."

Their car was located near the entrance of the airport.

Once terrorists clashed with security personnel, they could potentially harm innocent bystanders.

"I know," Coulson replied. Seizing the opportunity amid the chaos, he immediately reversed the car.

Other passengers at the airport also noticed the group of seemingly terrorist individuals, causing the entire airport to descend into chaos.

As Krandall reversed the car, the crowd quickly blocked the path behind them.

With a pounding heart, Coulson opened the car door and escorted Cindy out.

A crowd had gathered around the injured, seemingly professional-looking blonde woman was currently administering first aid to the injured.

Coulson glanced at the injured person.

It was a young person, around 20 years old. It took him only three seconds to make a diagnosis: this young person was on the verge of death.

Half of his head was crushed, his neck was broken, and a clavicle protruded from his swollen, twisted right shoulder.

A pus-like liquid slowly oozed from his head, dripping onto the ground.

Coulson could even see the young man's brain pulsating through the shattered skull, like looking through shattered glass.

And yet, this young man was still alive, which was incredible.

The sight of the young man reminded him of the deaths of his comrades on the battlefield.

The bodies of his comrades, torn apart by artillery shells, were even more gruesome than this.

After a moment of silence for the young man, Coulson calmly shielded Cindy as they made their way through the screaming crowd.

"Call an ambulance quickly," the seemingly nurse-like blonde shouted urgently to those around her, "he's not going to make it――"

"The ambulance is already on its way," someone responded to her.

But most people were too preoccupied with saving themselves to help.

Though Coulson wanted to assist, he was utterly powerless.

"Swoosh!"

A bullet grazed his scalp!

Realizing the danger, he understood that terrorists might be engaging with security personnel.

Louder screams and cries swept through the entire area.

"Oh, God!"

Coulson slapped his forehead and immediately took cover with Cindy.

At this moment, he and Cindy were hiding behind a car, not daring to move and waiting for rescue.

Several other people were also hiding behind the car, including the blonde woman and the dying young man.

A white man hiding behind the car with them asked the blonde woman, "Ma'am, what should we do in this situation? Should we call the airport security or the emergency ambulance from the state?"

The blonde woman looked panicked and despondent, but her response was still calm, "I'm sorry, I don't know. Since I started interning at the hospital, I've never encountered a situation like this."

Coulson, watching the panicked crowd beside him, couldn't help but say, "Call airport security. There's no time to wait for the emergency ambulance from the state. When the gunmen's firepower can't reach here, you can use a fire truck to transport him to the hospital. At least the fire truck has sirens and emergency lights."

Hearing this, the white man gritted his teeth and dashed out.

Risking being shot, this justice-driven passenger seemed to be going to call for security.

Coulson's eyes flashed with a hint of guilt.

Whatever they did, this young man was going to die.

Even if he were hit by a car, the airport's ambulance was already parked outside with the engine running; this young man would still die.

The reason why he said this was simply to prompt others to call the nearby airport security office.

It seemed that Cindy understood his thoughts, as her insightful gaze met his.

Incredibly, the dying man stirred.

His eyes moved, opening.

They were blue, with blood encircling the iris.

These eyes glanced around, but saw nothing.

He attempted to move his head, but Coulson, replacing the nurse, firmly held him down to prevent any movement.

With his neck broken, any movement might cause excruciating pain.

Beside him, Cindy asked Coulson, "How long can he hold on like this?"

"I don't know, he could die at any moment, or he might hold on until the ambulance arrives, only a doctor could tell us."

As soon as he said it, he realized how futile and foolish his words were in this situation.

It was a question for a bystander, but the gaping hole in the young man's head made him feel like a bystander too, powerless to help.

Cindy continued, "What's your plan next, Mr. Coulson?"

"We need to get out of here as soon as possible. I don't know what's happening here."

He replied, immediately realizing it was his responsibility to figure out what was going on.

"We can't sit here and wait to die. I need to take you to another gate," Coulson said to Cindy.

As he spoke, he stood up and looked towards another gate at the airport, further away from the gunfire, suitable for seeking refuge.

In that moment of standing up, there was a shattering sound as the airport glass broke.

In his stunned gaze, a gunman wielding a firearm smashed through the glass and burst out.

The assailant's massive figure caused a slight tremor in the ground.

Cindy also witnessed this scene, turning her gaze towards the airport entrance.

She noticed a somewhat familiar figure standing there.

Wasn't that Spider-Man?

Wasn't it Gwen?

She wondered with a hint of doubt, her gaze fixed on the figure of Spider-Man.

She had come here precisely because she knew Gwen was at the airport, while Tony Stark was also preparing to board a plane.

She had arranged this attack to test Gwen's Spider abilities, but unexpectedly, Spider-Man appeared first.

Is it Peter Parker?

She had always suspected Peter Parker was Spider-Man, and now his appearance seemed to confirm her suspicion.

The sudden appearance of Spider-Man relieved everyone.

Coulson's expression relaxed upon seeing him, knowing that Spider-Man might attract all the terrorists' firepower.

Coulson's heard the police car sirens; the airport police were about to arrive.

He said to Cindy, "Stay here, I'll be right back."

He intended to drive the car out.

After Coulson's left, the dying young man lying on the ground began to make choking sounds, trying to speak.

Cindy could make out some syllables, but couldn't understand what he was saying.

She leaned down and said, "Don't worry, you'll be okay."

Although she said this, there was no comfort in her eyes.

The nearby nurse watched the scene, feeling nauseous, and quickly covered her mouth to suppress her discomfort.

The young man made incomprehensible sounds, "Ka, Ga--"

As the instigator of the young man's death, Cindy felt no guilt.

She had experienced similar situations countless times.

No one's death would change her mentality.

She raised her gaze and looked at Coulson.

Poor Coulson, he didn't even know he was the culprit.

Thinking this, her face showed no change.

She even remembered the first time she saw the horrors of experimentation on human bodies.

At that time, she was probably as panicked as the nurse beside her?

She glanced around and realized that now it was just her and the young man left.

The nurse, risking danger, ran to a nearby temporary storage room where medical supplies were stored.

Faintly, she could hear the nurse shouting that she needed a stretcher.

Cindy doubted whether she could find a stretcher in the storage room, after all, it wasn't a magic cabin that could produce anything.

Returning her thoughts to the present, she looked down at the young man lying on the ground.

The ground near the young man's head was soaked with purplish blood, and the fluid from his brain had stopped flowing outward.

It was obvious he couldn't hold on much longer.

But it was better this way, ending his suffering sooner.

Looking coldly at the young man before her, there was no sympathy in her expression.

She shook her head slightly and said to him, "Although it may sound harsh, dying now is much better than living, after all, you would continue to endure this pain. Sometimes, death is a relief for humans, don't you think?"

The young man seemed to understand her words, his eyes revealing a will to survive.

Obviously, he didn't want to end his life like this.

At least in the current situation, he felt he could still fight.

Coulson had already started the car and was driving towards them.

Breathing heavily, the young man lying on the ground suddenly changed.

He began to speak hoarsely, "You will meet your fate under Spider-Man and Spider-Woman!"

Then he started to laugh, blood flowing from his mouth, making his already horrifying appearance even more terrifying.

Cindy looked down at him, initially disbelieving what she heard.

Then she thought she might be hallucinating.

The young man made some sounds, and Cindy subconsciously linked them to something similar in her own experience.

But after a while, she realized she wasn't hallucinating.

But she still couldn't believe it.

Yes, these words were coming from the bloodied mouth of the young man on the ground, and they were also ringing in Cindy's ears.

But it only meant that this was a kind of hallucination that could be seen and heard.

Cindy Moon had an unbreakable inner strength.