Beauty Man: Infinite Possession

Chapter 267 The Invisible Man

Hell's Kitchen, Jinbin Mansion.

The sky was getting dark, and several harsh sirens broke the original tranquility.

Outside the building, several police officers were pulling the cordon to surround the building behind them.

The shrill siren attracted passers-by on the side of the road. They looked at the flashing police lights and the blockade at the entrance of the building, and stopped in their tracks with curious expressions on their faces.A few bold guys even took out their mobile phones and started shooting at the blockade.

Not long after, the reporters who heard the news came from the inner three floors and the outer three floors that surrounded the building.

"Sorry, give me a break."

Sidis, a black policewoman with dreadlocks, squeezed from the crowd to the cordon, identified herself to the police in front, and then slipped into the cordon.

"How's it going, Ream?"

After a long sigh of relief, Sidis immediately asked the partner who rushed to the scene first.

"It's a little tricky."

Reem frowned, glanced at the hall in the building, and said in a low voice: "In short, the situation at the scene is very complicated, and according to eyewitnesses on the side of the road, someone saw traces of members of the Defenders Alliance at the scene."

"Defenders."

Hearing her partner's answer, the expression on Sidis's face changed, and she couldn't help muttering to herself.

Sidis is no stranger to defenders.

"F***K," Sidious came to the building, looked at the chaotic lobby like a typhoon passing through, and the rubble and ruins on the ground, and couldn't help but cursed secretly: "Even if it's a gang fight, it can't be done!" At this level, don't these extraordinary people think about the feelings of ordinary people like us?"

In the eyes of ordinary people, superheroes are heroes worthy of worship and saviors. However, for the New York police, the so-called superheroes are actually another big trouble.

Sidious's BOSS, George Stacey, the chief of the New York Police Department, has been criticized by the upper echelons more than once because of the problems caused by superheroes.And the most recent time, it was on top of the troubles caused by Spider-Man.

Rubbing her aching head, Sidis withdrew her gaze from the exaggerated pothole on the ground, and was immediately attracted by the scorched black corpse on the other side.

"Can you confirm the identity of this corpse?" Sidis asked her partner behind her as she walked to the coke and stopped.

"I'm not sure yet, the forensic doctor is on his way." Shaking his head, Rem looked at the corpse on the ground with his hands on his hips, and replied in a low voice.

Hearing her partner's reply, Sidis nodded slightly, and then turned her gaze back to the corpse in front of her.

For some reason, she always felt that the corpse in front of her looked a little weird.

"what happened?"

Noticing Sidis's strangeness, Rem couldn't help asking.

"Don't you think that this corpse looks a bit out of order?"

"Breach?"

Hearing his partner's question, Rem made a puzzled expression on his face.

"Yes."

Frowning and nodding, Sidis walked around the corpse and finally realized why she felt weird.She turned her head, looked at Reim behind her, and blurted out, "Head, where did the head of this scorched corpse go?"

……

"The response of the central nervous system of the brain is weak, and the brain wave response is gradually weakening..."

Norway, inside the secret base.

Several figures in white protective suits and breathing masks were busy conducting experiments.

"No." Shaking his head, one of the figures conducting the experiment looked at the scorched head in the nutrient solution and the exposed brain connected to the data line, and said, "The neural response continues to decrease, and even if the stimulation is increased, it will not be able to continue." Responding to external stress."

"Is it because the brain damage is too severe, so this result occurs."

"No, as a vampire, even if there is only one head left, it shouldn't react so weakly."

"Could it be because the ripples also damage the brain structure? After all, the power of the ripples is close to that of sunlight. If it hits the brain, even a vampire can't recover."

"If the ripples hurt the brain, it's impossible for the brain to survive."

"Master Dio has ordered us to bring this head back to life, in case..."

"We've done our best, but."

When everyone in the laboratory was worried, a figure also wearing a laboratory uniform walked in: "You don't have to worry, Dr. Chen has improved the nutrient solution, and now you only need to move this head to the nutrient solution specially prepared by Dr. Among them, it should be able to solve the problem of weakening brain waves in the brain."

"Great."

Everyone in the laboratory seemed to have great trust in Dr. Chen, and when they heard what the figure said, they immediately showed a happy expression.

"Thanks to Dr. Chen."

"I didn't expect that Dr. Chen would actually help us."

Methodically transferred the head in the nutrition cabin to the nutrient solution prepared by Dr. Chen. With the operation of everyone, the weakened brainwave response of the scorched head started to increase again.

At the same time, as the stimulation increased, the eyes that were closed tightly opened slowly.

……

"Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky..."

On the streets of New York, the avatar [Uncle Long] who played the role of the Foundation's containment expert was making a bitter face, walking with standard figure-of-eight steps, avoiding the invisible attack behind him.

"what happened?"

Passers-by, noticing the exaggerated movements of the avatar, couldn't help but glance behind him, but saw nothing.

"Hey, you bastard, don't you have eyes!"

At this moment, a fat white man who couldn't dodge in time was bumped into by the clone.

The fat white man staggered and fell with his feet on his back, while the clone [Uncle Long] relied on his dexterous movements to stabilize his footing by waving his arms.

"Sorry, sorry."

Stabilizing his body, looking at the fat white man lying on the ground and unable to stand up, the avatar [Uncle Long] hurried forward to pull him up, while apologizing repeatedly.

"You think an apology will do the trick, damn you..."

Touching his butt that was injured by the fall, the fat white man said with a hard face.

He rolled up his sleeves, intending to give a harsh lesson to the blind guy in front of him, and he just swung his fist.

The big nose on the opposite side shrank flexibly to avoid the punching fist, and then stretched out his hand to grab the fat white man's thick leg and pulled it forward, only to see the fat white man who finally stood up shaking, He fell to the ground again.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry now, and I will definitely apologize to you when we meet next time."

Looking down at the fat white man who fell on the ground and screaming, the avatar [Dragon Uncle] made a sincere apology, then turned around without hesitation, bypassed the huge body that fell 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 figure of the clone leaving in a hurry, the fat white man struggled to support his body, bowed his head and cursed.

However, before he could stand up again, a huge force from behind knocked him to the ground again, and his face was covered in blood.

He covered his face with blood bleeding from the wound and raised his head, intending to see which blind guy stepped on him, but he saw nothing, except for the big man who had already run away in front of him. Apart from the back of the nose, there is no second figure to be seen.

"Could it be a ghost?!"

Seeing this scene, the fat white man froze for a moment with his originally angry expression, and then shuddered involuntarily.

……

"The figure of the target?"

At one end of the street in New York, Agent Phil stopped his footsteps, looked up and glanced at the pedestrians in front of him.

Holding his ears, he asked in a low voice.

"It's coming towards you."

In the headset, the voice of Skye, a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D.

After reporting the location of the target, Skye hesitated before asking, "Are you sure you don't need more people to act with you, Phil?"

"No, this is just a simple contact mission, no battle is required."

Hearing Agent Skeet's inquiry, Agent Fil shook his head slightly.

"coming."

He replied in a low voice to Skye on the other side, and Agent Fil's eyes were quickly attracted by the commotion on the other side of the street.

He followed the trend, and immediately saw a familiar figure running towards his direction.

"Mr. Long, hello, I was with you before..."

Twirling the corners of his mouth to reveal a standard smile, Agent Fil introduced himself with a kind expression on his face as he looked at the approaching Foundation containment expert.

"..."

[Fame from Phil Coulson +50]

However, in the next second, the expression on Agent Phil's face froze.

Because, in the face of his kind greeting, the clone [Uncle Long] on the opposite side did not pause at all, and directly passed him.

Just passed by and ran away for dozens of meters, the avatar stopped his pace, ran back to Agent Fil around the bend, and asked the captain of the special agent team with a stiff expression: "I Remember you, you are the former agent."

"That's right, Mr. Long..."

Seeing the avatar running back again, Agent Fil breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that at least he didn't need to chase after him, and restrained the smile on his face, Agent Fil opened his mouth to say something.

I saw the containment expert on the opposite side waving his hand and directly interrupting the second half of his words: "Stop, now is not a good time to say hello."

While talking, the avatar looked back at the direction he ran towards: "That guy, he will catch up soon."

"That rascal?"

Hearing the avatar's words, Agent Phil showed a puzzled expression on his face: "Mr. Long, what you said..."

"careful!"

However, Agent Phil's question has not yet been asked.

The clone [Uncle Long] standing in front of him suddenly swooped and threw him to the ground.

Touching the hard ground with an unsuspecting back is not a great experience.However, as a professional agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Phil's combat literacy will definitely not be low. Instead of asking why the containment expert from the foundation threw the expert down, he directly took out his weapon and Shen He asked in a low voice, "Mr. Long, what kind of containment is this time?"

"invisible Man."

Agent Fil was so cooperative in making inquiries, and the avatar naturally began to introduce it unceremoniously: "I found traces of the other party in the basement of an abandoned old house that was rumored to be haunted. Although I didn't find the rumored ghost, I found Got an invisible guy."

[Fame from Phil Coulson +105]

The existence of the invisible man from science fiction suddenly appeared in front of him, and even Agent Fil, who was a professional agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Agent Fil 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 being able to communicate.

"No."

However, the clone's answer instantly shattered the hope that Agent Fil had originally held in his heart.

"I also tried to communicate, but the other party seems to have completely suffered mental problems due to being trapped in the basement for too long, and has a serious tendency to violent attacks, and refuses to communicate. Of course, another possibility is not ruled out, that It’s just that the other party is not human at all…”

"Not human?" Hearing this, Agent Fil cooperated with a surprised expression.

"That's right," nodded, and the avatar continued to throw out the setting: "In fact, the reason why I call the other party 'invisible man' is just a name I gave based on my own cognition and the appearance of the other party. It is not It means that the other party is really the so-called 'invisible man', perhaps, he may be another unknown creature, or simply an alien, just like the aliens in the New York War."

"The abilities and backgrounds of the contained objects are all kinds of strange things. Let alone me, a containment expert, even the Foundation can't figure out all of them."

Swah——

Following the voice of the avatar [Uncle Long], a sharp piercing sound suddenly sounded from around the two of them.

Agent Phil moved to the side instinctively, and at the same time pulled the trigger in the direction from which the sound came.

A faint blue laser beam was emitted from the gun in his hand, leaving a pit on the ground with white smoke.

"Knife?"

Lowering his head, he glanced at the conspicuous knife edge on his suit, and Agent Fil had a dignified expression.

"The invisible man seems to hide the weapon through his body, and only reveals his trace at the moment of attack."

Turning his steps carefully, trying not to reveal any flaws, the avatar [Uncle Long] glanced at the knife edge on Agent Fil's suit, and said in a deep voice.

"This kind of attack method is not something ordinary people can do."

Originally, Agent Fil thought that what he was facing was just a human being with the ability to invisibility, but now it seems that, as the containment experts said, the other party may not be a real human being.

"Otherwise, why do you think I ran away just now?"

Hearing Agent Phil's words, the avatar [Uncle Long] replied with a bitter face.

　Thanks to the Dark Star Emperor for the 100 starting coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)