Chapter 266 Invisible Man
Hell's Kitchen, Kingpin Building.
The sky was getting dark, and several piercing sirens broke the original tranquility.
Outside the building, several police officers were holding a cordon and surrounding the building behind them.
The piercing siren attracted pedestrians on the roadside. They looked at the flashing police lights and the blockade at the entrance of the building, and stopped, with curious expressions on their faces. A few bold guys even took out their mobile phones and started filming at the blockade.
Not long after, reporters who came after hearing the news surrounded the building on three floors.
"Sorry, give in."
Sidis, a black policewoman with dreadlocks, squeezed her way through the crowd to the cordon, identified herself to the police in front of her, and then got into the cordon.
"How's it going, Reem?"
Taking a long breath of relief, Sidis immediately asked her partner who arrived at the scene first.
"It's a little tricky."
Reem frowned, glanced at the lobby of the building, and whispered: "In short, the situation at the scene is very complicated, and according to witnesses on the roadside, some people saw traces of members of the Defenders Alliance at the scene."
"Defenders."
After hearing her partner's answer, the expression on Sidis's face changed, and she couldn't help but mutter something to herself.
Sidis is no stranger to the Defenders.
"F***K," when she arrived at the building, Sidis looked at the chaotic hall like a typhoon passing through and the rubble and rubble on the ground. She couldn't help but cursed inwardly: "Even if it's a gang fight, it can't be done. To this extent, haven’t these extraordinary beings thought about the feelings of ordinary people like us?”
In the eyes of ordinary people, superheroes are heroes and saviors worthy of worship. However, for the New York police, the so-called superheroes are actually another big trouble.
Sidis's boss, New York Police Commissioner George Stacy, has been criticized by his superiors more than once for problems caused by superheroes. And the latest one is on top of the trouble caused by Spider-Man.
After rubbing her aching head, Sidis looked away from the exaggerated hole on the ground, and was immediately attracted to the charred corpse on the other side.
"Can you confirm the identity of this corpse?" Sidis asked her partner behind her as she walked to the charcoal and stopped.
"Not sure yet, the forensic doctor is on the way." Shaking his head, Reim looked at the corpse on the ground with his hands on his hips and whispered back.
Hearing her partner's reply, Sidis nodded slightly, and then returned her gaze to the corpse in front of her.
For some reason, she always felt that the corpse in front of her looked a little strange.
"What's wrong?"
Noticing something strange about Sidis, Reim couldn't help but ask.
"Don't you think this corpse looks a little out of place?"
"Violation?"
Hearing his partner's question, Rem had a puzzled expression on his face.
"That's right."
Frowning and nodding, Sidis walked around the body and finally noticed what made her feel weird. She turned around, looked at Reim behind her, and blurted out: "Head, where did the head of this charred corpse go?"
…
"The central nervous system response in the brain is weak, and the brain wave response is gradually weakening..."
Norway, inside the secret base.
Several figures in white protective suits and respiratory masks were busy conducting experiments.
"No," shook his head, and one of the figures conducting the experiment looked at the charred head in the nutrient solution and the exposed brain connected to the data cable, and said, "The neural response continues to decrease, even if the stimulation is increased, it can no longer Stress response to the outside world.”
"Is the brain damage too severe to produce such a result?"
"No, as a vampire, even if you only have one head left, you shouldn't react so weakly."
"Is it because the ripples also damage the brain structure?
After all, the power of ripples is close to that of sunlight. If it hits the brain, even a vampire will not be able to recover. "
"If the ripples hurt the brain, there's no way the brain could survive."
"Lord Dio has ordered us to revive this head, just in case..."
"We're doing our best, though."
Just as everyone in the laboratory was worried, a figure also wearing an experimental uniform walked in: "You don't have to worry, Dr. Chen has improved the nutrient solution, and then just need to move the head to the nutrient solution specially prepared by the doctor. Among them, it should be able to solve the problem of brain waves that are constantly weakening."
"Very good."
Everyone in the laboratory seemed to have great trust in Dr. Chen, and when they heard the figure's words, they immediately showed happy expressions.
"Thanks to Dr. Chen."
"I didn't expect that Dr. Chen would actually help us."
The heads in the nutrition cabin were transferred to the nutrient solution prepared by Dr. Chen in an orderly manner. With the operations of everyone, the originally weakened brain wave response of the charred head began to increase again.
At the same time, as the stimulation increased, the eyes that were closed in the head slowly opened.
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"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky..."
On the streets of New York, the clone [Uncle Long], who plays the role of the foundation's containment expert, is making a sad face and walking in a standard eight-figure step to avoid the invisible attack behind him.
"what happened?"
Pedestrians passing by noticed the exaggerated movements of the clone and couldn't help but glance behind him, but saw nothing.
"Hey, you guy, didn't you open your eyes?"
At this moment, a fat white man who couldn't dodge was hit by his clone.
The fat white man staggered and fell, but his clone [Uncle Long] relied on his dexterous movements to wave his arms and stand firm.
"Sorry, sorry."
Stabilizing his body and looking at the fat white man who was lying on the ground and unable to stand up, his clone [Uncle Long] quickly stepped forward and pulled him up, while apologizing profusely.
"You think an apology will help, damn guy..."
Touching his butt that was injured due to the fall, the fat white man said with a stern face.
He rolled up his sleeves, intending to give the blind guy in front of him a lesson, and he just waved his fist.
The big nose on the other side flexibly ducked to avoid the punch. Then, he reached out and grabbed the fat white man's thick leg and pulled it forward. The fat white man who finally stood up shook. He fell to the ground again.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry now. I will definitely apologize to you the next time I meet you."
Looking down at the fat white man who fell to the ground and wailing, the clone [Uncle Long] issued a sincere apology, then turned around without hesitation, bypassed the huge body lying on the ground, and ran towards the other side of the street again. .
"Damn Huangpi... don't let me meet you again, otherwise..."
Seeing the clone leaving in a hurry, the fat white man struggled to support his body, lowered his head and cursed.
However, before he could stand up again, a huge force came from behind and knocked him to the ground again, with blood all over his face.
He covered his face with bleeding wounds and raised his head, intending to see which blind guy stepped on him. However, he saw nothing. In front of him was the big man who had already run away. Apart from the back of the nose, no other person can be seen.
"Did you see a ghost?!"
Seeing this scene, the fat white man's angry expression suddenly froze, and then he shuddered involuntarily.
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"The target's figure?"
At one end of the New York street, Agent Phil stopped in his tracks, raised his head and scanned the pedestrians in front of him.
He held his ears and asked in a low voice.
"Coming towards you."
In the earphones, the voice of Skye, a member of SHIELD's agent team, came.
After reporting the target's location, Skye hesitated for a moment before asking: "Are you sure you don't need more people to act with you, Phil?"
"No need, this is just a simple contact mission and does not require combat."
Hearing Agent Sky's question, Agent Phil shook his head slightly.
"coming."
After whispering a reply to Skye on the other side, Agent Phil's eyes were quickly attracted to the commotion on the other side of the street.
He looked around and immediately saw a familiar figure running in the direction of him.
"Hello Mr. Long, I was with you before..."
With a standard smile on his face, Agent Phil looked at the approaching Foundation containment expert and introduced himself with a kind expression on his face.
"..."
[Legendary +50 from Phil Coulson]
However, the next second, the expression on Agent Phil's face froze.
Because, facing his kind greeting, the clone [Uncle Long] on the opposite side did not pause at all and passed directly past him.
Just passing by and running for dozens of meters, the clone stopped, ran around the corner and ran back to Agent Phil, and asked the stiff-faced agent team leader: "I Remember you, you are the same agent from before."
"Yes, Mr. Long..."
Seeing the clone running back, Agent Phil breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that at least he didn't need to catch up anymore. He suppressed the smile on his face. Agent Phil opened his mouth and was about to say something.
He saw the containment expert opposite him waving his hand and interrupting the second half of his words: "Stop, now is not a good time to say hello."
As he spoke, the clone looked back at the direction he was running in: "That guy will catch up soon."
"That rascal?"
After hearing the clone's words, Agent Phil's face showed a very cooperative expression of confusion: "Mr. Long, what you said..."
"careful!"
However, Agent Phil didn't wait for the question to come out.
The clone [Uncle Long] standing in front of him suddenly swooped down and threw him to the ground.
It's not a good experience to have your defenseless back in contact with the hard ground. However, as a professional agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Phil's combat literacy is definitely not low. He did not ask why the containment expert from the Foundation knocked the expert down, but directly took out his own weapon, Shen The voice asked: "Mr. Long, what is the containment object this time?"
"invisible Man."
Agent Phil was so cooperative in making inquiries, and the avatar naturally began to introduce him politely: "I found traces of him in the basement of an abandoned old house that was rumored to be haunted. Although I didn't find the rumored ghost, I did. An invisible guy."
[Legendary from Phil Coulson +105]
The Invisible Man, a creature from science fiction, suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Even Agent Phil, who was a professional agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., couldn't help showing a surprised expression.
Suppressing his inner surprise, Agent Phil raised his weapon and looked around, while continuing to ask: "Can't communicate?"
Theoretically speaking, invisible people are also human beings and should have the possibility of communication.
"no."
However, the clone's answer instantly shattered Agent Phil's original hope.
"I have also tried to communicate, but the other party seems to have completely suffered from mental problems due to being trapped in the basement for too long. He has serious violent attack tendencies and refuses to communicate. Of course, another possibility cannot be ruled out, that It’s just that the other party is not human at all…”
"Not a human being?" Upon hearing this, Agent Phil looked surprised.
"That's right," nodded, and the clone continued to throw out the settings: "In fact, the reason why I call the other party 'Invisible Man' is just a name I gave based on my own knowledge and the appearance of the other party. It is not Representative, the other party is really the so-called 'invisible man'. Perhaps, he may be another unknown creature to us, or simply an alien, just like the aliens in the New York War."
"The abilities of contained objects have various backgrounds. Let alone me, a containment expert, even the Foundation cannot figure them all out."
Swish——
As the clone [Uncle Long] finished speaking, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded from around the two of them.
Agent Phil instinctively moved to the side and at the same time pulled the trigger in the direction of the sound.
Blue laser rays were emitted from the firearm in his hand, leaving a hole on the ground with white smoke.
"knife?"
Lowering his head and glancing at the conspicuous knife edge on his suit, Agent Phil had a solemn expression.
"The Invisible Man seems to hide the weapon through his body, and only shows traces at the moment of attack."
Turning his steps carefully to avoid exposing any flaws as much as possible, the clone [Uncle Long] glanced at the knife edge on Agent Phil's suit and said in a deep voice.
"This kind of attack method is not something ordinary people can do."
Originally, Agent Phil thought that what he was facing was just a human being with the ability to become invisible, but now it seems that maybe, as the containment experts said, the other person may not be a real human being.
"Otherwise, why do you think I ran away just now?"
After hearing what Agent Phil said, the clone [Uncle Long] replied with a bitter look on his face.